Peng Jianda was very dissatisfied with Tang Jie’s sudden interruption.

“Tang Jie, we’re all one group. Can you be a little more cooperative and show some love? Will you only be satisfied if we all take the test together?”

“Also I’ve noticed this a while ago, but why is your attitude towards Xiao Su so unfriendly?”

Tang Jie: “You’re thinking too much, my attitude towards you is also very unfriendly.”

Peng Jianda directly ignored his response, touched his chin, and then suddenly opened his eyes wide, “I know! Are you jealous of Xiao Su for being able to sit next to Brother Xing and bathe in the breath of a learning god?”

Xie Xinglin, who was studying the questions, noticed that he was cued and glanced at Peng Jianda. He raised his brows slightly.

But Su Qiuge scoffed disdainfully. In the past few days that she’s sat next to Xie Xinglin, she didn’t feel any of the so-called aura of a learning god. She only felt that there was an ice cube to her left that’s either answering questions or sleeping. One that will occasionally say some obscene words when he was in a good mood.

In the end, it was Su Qiuge who couldn’t bear it and said to Peng Jianda, “Group Leader, don’t worry. I am in a good state of mind and will definitely do better this time.”

Although Peng Jianda did not believe what Su Qiuge said about doing better but noticing that the class was about to start, he nagged like a mother for a moment before returning to his seat with great anxiety.

Su Qiuge had developed a habit of organizing the original host’s stuff after class.

After she flipped through the cosmetic bag, she discovered that although the original host did not have a lot of traditional pencils, she had quite a few eyebrow pencils.

Even her, this delicate pig of a girl, recognized that the hand cream’s quality was not bad.

**t/n: the direct translation was “pig girl” – a self-mocking term that people who are food-loving and lazy use on themselves

Su Qiuge actually felt that her hands were a little dry, so she took out the hand cream.

The packaging of the hand cream was a bit strange, but she didn’t look too closely at it. She directly squeezed it into the palm of her hand.

When she squeezed some onto the palm of her hand, she suddenly felt that there was something very wrong about the texture and touch.

Then, she caught a glimpsed of a few symbols under the hand cream that was very small, so small that they were hard to see without careful examination.

——502.

Su Qiuge: ! ! !

She suddenly remembered that she had read something about a ‘502 glue project’ in the original host’s memo.

She didn’t think too deeply about it at the time, she only felt that the original host was too naive and tried too hard to compete with the male lead to please her brother.

But she never expected that the first person to fall prey to this naive method was actually herself.

T-T-This, the 502 glue should be inside this???

Wait, even if you wanted to use this to do bad things, why was it necessary to hide the ‘502’ in such a hidden place?

Su Qiuge got up hurriedly as she wanted to quickly run to the washroom. However, she got up too abruptly and accidentally knocked into the chin of the person behind her when she turned her head.

Her forehead immediately turned red.

And because she was still unstable, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to press the other person’s hand for support.

With the newfound support, she calmed down. But after she processed what happened, she remembered that there was still some wet 502 on her hands ??

She raised her eyes and saw the cold-faced young man. He seemed to have also noticed something and slightly raised the tips of his eyebrows.

The girl’s soft, white hand, was tightly attached to the back of his hand due to her sudden panic earlier.

Then, Xie Xinglin moved and raised his arm. He saw Su Qiuge followed his movement as she raised hers as well. She was even on her tiptoes as she said, “Ah, it hurts, it hurts——”

The two people’s hands were stuck together.

Xie Xinglin lowered his eyes and stared at her blankly for three seconds.

Just when Su Qiuge thought he was about to raise his hands against her, he leaned in closer instead and asked in a deep voice, “Is this how you’re making it up to me?”historical

Su Qiuge: ?

At this moment, Xie Xinglin used his free hand and took out a note from the drawer of his desk.