That afternoon back in the exam room, An Xiaxia gave Qi Yanxi a sideway glare and focused on her exam paper. No matter how hard Qi Yanxi tried to distract her, she managed to ignore him the whole time.
Qi Yanxi gritted his teeth and bent over his desk in boredom while keeping his gaze fixed on An Xiaxia's back.
As An Xiaxia wrote on, her long ponytail shifted with her movement. A few streaks ended up sweeping into his face.
He took a hard sniff: it was a nice refreshing smell.
Something struck him as he recalled Qixia's tradition. He then wrote a few words on the draft paper, folded it into a slip, and threw it onto An Xiaxia's desk.
Bewildered, An Xiaxia unfolded the paper and saw a scrawled line. "Are you going to the field military training this year?"
An Xiaxia wrote back: Are you nuts? Leave me alone!
