She looked at the number closely — it wasn't Sheng Yize's, nor did it belong to anyone she knew.
Wrong number? Or it was just some prank message?
An Xiaxia hit "delete," dragged the duvet over her head, and fell asleep.
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The canteen.
Qi Yanxi was chewing on some instant noodles while refreshing his phone constantly.
"What the hell! Two minutes have passed and still a no show? Where is her respect for me?"
"Five minutes… and I didn't even get a reply. Doesn't she check her phone?"
"Tch, and I'm left here eating on my own… so boring…"
He prattled on like so as his frown grew bigger.
Of course, the canteen cook was finding him stranger and stranger.
Hmm… young people nowadays had to be under so much pressure that they could get this excited talking to themselves. There had to be something wrong with this young man's head!
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