Half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.
Since New Year's Day, Xia Xiaoxiao had always been in a cold war with him, which included but was not limited to not sitting next to Xu Qingfan, not being alone with him in a room, and her ever unchanging proud expression had disappeared, replaced by a shy demeanor.
The four girls all noticed the recent oddity in Xia Xiaoxiao, and when they asked her why she seemed like a different person, she stubbornly insisted that she was always like this, "It's you who are mistaken!"
Xu Qingfan wasn't a mind reader, he didn't know what exactly was going on in Xia Xiaoxiao's mind, and just let her be.
This year's Spring Festival came very early; they had finished their term-end exams for the first semester of seventh grade on the sixteenth, and it was just ten days until the new year.
January the nineteenth.
