"Do you even know how to set up a tent?" asked Bo Ailun looking at the mess on the ground.
Qie Xieling who was sitting lazily on a log craned his neck to see his friend's misfortune and said, "You should have paired up with the class president. He did all this by himself and I didn't have to lift a finger."
He was obviously bragging making the boy crouching behind the tent while hammering the last peg smile slightly. This was one of the few times in the years he had known Qie Xieling to be praised by him.
Bo Ailun glared at the frugivore sitting on the ground while reading the tent manual before continuing to fiddle with the mess.
"If you ask me nicely I can lend you a hand," said Qie Xieling but what hand could he lend when he knew nothing about tents? He was raised by one otaku and one workaholic who hated the wild thus he had never camped anywhere outside his yard.
