Bootcamp would start tomorrow, which meant she would have less time to study.
Gu Yan was saving her time to study, and yet, she looked up and saw Zhang Cuihua standing in front of her with her arms wrapped in front of her chest. The way she laughed made her shoulders twitched rhythmically.
She looked up, "what's up?"
"Nothing."
"Then what's wrong with you?"
"Gu Yan!" Zhan Cuihua was so pissed off that it almost pained her.
"Comrade Zhang Cuihua, could you please do not stand in front of me and laugh," Gu Yan's tone was filled with contempt, "you spat all over my books, how gross."
Zhang Cuihua: …
Zhang Cuihua had a short fuse and became agitated the next second, "what the hell does that mean, Gu Yan, who talks like you?"
