She angrily glared at her glasses as if looking at an enemy. But when it came to studying, she had to put them on, or the words would appear blurry.
Roman's vocabulary book was already complex and difficult, and these damned books had to print the words so small.
Annoyed, really annoyed. Xiao Xingshuang slapped her face hard, forcing herself to calm down, and picked up her pen to write from memory the words she had just memorized. But after only three letters, she forgot what should come next.
Perhaps it was time to take a break, Xiao Xingshuang thought to herself.
So she propped her chin with one hand, squinting her eyes, daydreaming. But once she stopped, Xia Qingrou's carefree, radiant smile popped into Xiao Xingshuang's mind.
It was truly uncomfortable to see her getting everything she wished for.
Ding-ling-ling... Xiao Xingshuang's phone rang.
She glanced at the caller and answered.
