"Hey, hey... don't pull me, I haven't packed my bag yet..." Tang Youran quickly stuffed the books spread out on the table into her backpack, then followed behind Gu Yu unsteadily, grumbling, "Why are you walking so fast, wait for me…"
After hearing her, Gu Yu paused for a moment, slowing down his pace a bit.
"Gu Yu."
Zong Xiameng, who had been standing outside the front door of the classroom, heard the noise inside, ran to the back door with a smile, and called out to him.
Gu Yu looked up at her, then nodded and said, "Sister Xia Meng, what's up?"
Zong Xiameng's smile stiffened for a moment, then she sweetly said, "Ay, ay, there's no need to call me senior; just Xia Meng will do."
"Oh, Sister Xia Meng, is there something you need?" Gu Yu stood up straight, one hand still holding onto Tang Youran's wrist, as he asked her with an expressionless face.
