"Xiaojin has to grow especially big, so he can protect Xiaoruan,"
With a particularly hopeful look in his eyes, Jiang Jincheng gazed at the little pot he was holding, having great expectations for it.
Xiaojin "......"
Muttering and discussing all the way back, they reached the classroom, where several classmates were already present.
Upon seeing the two enter, the previously bored classmates, who had been horsing around in the classroom, immediately rushed over.
"Ruanruan, Ruanruan, what are you holding?"
"Ruanruan, what's inside this little pot? It looks like little beads. Can you let Little Pingguo have a look?"
"Jiang Jincheng, where did you and Ruanruan go? Can you bring me along next time?"
"Jiang Jincheng, yours is the same as Ruanruan's!"
The little classmates crowded around and began to chatter incessantly.
