Li Qiao didn't understand why people were behaving so furtively. What were they up to?
Were they speaking ill of her and Han Ting?
She mustn't let them catch her off guard!
Li Qiao returned to the classroom and took out the thick notebook with a black leather cover that Han Ting had brought for her.
The educated youths pooled their money to buy it for her.
They wanted to particularly thank her for looking after their studies recently.
She couldn't refuse, so she accepted it.
She wondered what to use it for.
A diary?
It didn't have a lock; she worried that someone might see her private thoughts.
In the end, she decided to use it for math problems.
Math required a lot of calculations and used up notebooks quickly; it was the perfect use for it.
Fearing it might be stolen, she wrote her name on the side of the notebook.
Hu Xiufang exclaimed, "How much did your notebook cost? It looks really nice."
"Someone gave it to me."
