The boy frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
It had to be said that Little Yichen and his brother had much clout and prestige among their classmates. This kind of prestige was even better than what any teacher had.
As soon as Little Yichen spoke, Li Sicheng replied cooperatively, "Youyou, Yichen, you've come at the perfect time! Guess what I found?!"
Little Yichen glanced at him, then snapped, "Get off the lectern!"
"Oh!" Li Sicheng, on the other hand, did as he was told by Little Yichen. He got down from the podium and went up to them, offering Qing'er's notepad as if it were a treasure. "Make a guess what this is?"
Gong Fan appeared uninterested. Little Yichen looked at Qing'er, who was squatting at the side and crying. He vaguely felt that Li Sicheng had made her cry.
"What's going on? Why is Qing'er crying?"
