The unnamed class's reading time was peaceful under Song Xingyu's restraint.
Some were reading silently, some were playing with their phones, but all with earphones on, not daring to be loud.
Jiang Zhe, Xiao Meng, and Xia Enci walked in.
Song Xingyu raised a smile, "Morning. Four-Eyes and I have already memorized an ancient poem."
A face that begged for praise.
"Oh." Jiang Zhe was expressionless.
"Breakfast." Song Xingyu took out three breakfasts, "Xiaozhe's siu mai with soy milk, Xiao Meng's xiaolongbao with milk, and Xia Enci's cola with tea eggs."
"Thanks." Xia Enci took all three at once.
Song Xingyu bent down to ask her, "Xia Enci, tell me honestly, which kind of cherries does Xiaozhe really like to eat?"
"How would I know? I haven't seen her eat the cherries at home." Xia Enci said, "It's probably mood-dependent."
"No wonder." Seeing that Jiang Zhe liked to eat cherries on several occasions, Song Xingyu imitated and bought some, but Jiang Zhe didn't eat them.
