When Tang Xinrou walked in yawning, she was met with the following scene.
The girl was lying on her desk, reading her textbook like a good student, while behind her, two boys had their heads together as they played with a red gaming console; the type that only cost a few dozen yuan.
Yet, they were completely immersed in it.
Her lips twitched. She walked past Song Yaoyao and touched her soft hair. "Good morning, precious."
"Good morning."
Song Yaoyao calmly neatened her hair and spoke in a soft and sweet voice.
"What's going on with them?
"Are they so poor that they can only afford to play with a gaming console that costs a few dozen yuan?" Tang Xinrou asked curiously as she pointed to the desk behind them.
Song Yaoyao: "..."
"Tch—"
Shen Xun threw the game aside and scoffed. "Are you looking down on my Big Bro?"
Han Jun, who had been watching in excitement, quickly picked up the console and started another round.
