The next day, news of Li Zheng's birthday had already spread.
Even though it was actually Zhang Xiaoke's plan, Li Zheng ended up blaming Jiang Qinghua for it all.
This guy really has a big mouth.
But Zhang Xiaoke didn't get to act smug for too long.
When Li Zheng returned to the classroom after lunch, he happened to catch Zhang Xiaoke sneakily placing gifts on his desk, red-handed.
"Ha!" Li Zheng charged over with wide eyes, "So it was you, thick eyebrows and big eyes!"
"Aaaah..." Zhang Xiaoke hurriedly dropped the gift boxes and started to run with his head in his hands, "It's all in good faith, Master."
"Good faith my ass, it's such a hassle to return gifts," Li Zheng scolded as he chased, "Do you know because of this, I have to remember a ton of people's birthdays, and if I miss one, I'll feel this weird guilt."
"Alright, alright, no one is asking you to return them."
