January 6th, Thursday…
Pei Qian couldn't help but sigh when he looked at Ma Yang studying seriously in the study room.
Why was it that even Ma Yang—this slacker—could study without being distracted, but I couldn't…?
They were about to enter the exam week. This semester was about to end again.
Pei Qian set a target to pass on his own merits, but he found it difficult to do so.
He originally wanted to absorb some learning momentum when he got Ma Yang to come to the study room together with him.
However, while Ma Yang managed to find his momentum, Pei Qian remained totally uninterested.
Sitting in the study room was simply torturous.
Pei Qian's cell phone vibrated suddenly upon receiving a message: "Boss Pei, we have a preliminary proposal for the haunted house. I would like to make a report to you at your convenience."
Pei Qian looked at this message from Chen Kangtuo and sighed.
