"Deng Hai, slow down!"
In the dormitory corridor, the students of Class Five were working on their blankets and stools on the floor.
The other classes were busy with their exercise classes, so there was no need to worry about a crowded passage.
All ten of them were in the corridor, which made it spacious and open.
Wang Ye was pressing down on his blanket while occasionally glancing at the progress of the others.
Deng Hai looked up at Wang Ye, his movements slowing down without saying a word.
Wang Ye didn't mind. He knew that Deng Hai probably still held some grudges. To be honest, Wang Ye had his own grievances too. But they were dormitory mates, and that was a situation that couldn't be changed for the next three months.
It was fine if they didn't interact normally, but in this situation, they had to cooperate.
Wang Ye was rational. His mature mind allowed him to put aside these personal emotions.
