Du Xiaohui shrugged his hands, "I can't vomit it out, but I can shit it out. If you still want it, I'll go to the bathroom and shit it out later."
"Get lost." Lu Siyuan was grossed out by him.
Shen Mianmian watched the two with a smile in her eyes, they were a pair of live treasures, never a day without bickering—although it was called bickering, it was more like bantering.
"I'm leaving, hmph."
As Du Xiaohui turned to leave, he saw Yang Xiaoxi striding over with a menacing look. He thought there was going to be a good show, so he stayed.
"Shen Mianmian, the monthly tests are in a couple of days. I want to compete with you to see who scores higher. I heard you're good at English, so let's compete in English—how about that?"
Yang Xiaoxi looked at Shen Mianmian as if to say that if Mianmian didn't dare to compete, it meant she was afraid of Xiaoxi.
