Ou Jue leisurely put down his spoon, picked up a napkin to wipe his thin lips, "Literally, it means your brain was never that good, and now your ears are failing you too?"
Xiyan retorted, "It's your brain that doesn't work well!"
The two bantered for a while, and time flew by quickly.
Strangely, before Ou Jue came back, Xiyan felt as if time moved extremely slowly.
But as soon as Ou Jue came home, how could it already be 9:30 PM in the blink of an eye?
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The next day.
The afternoon was club activity time.
Xiyan bought an ice cream and arrived early at the drama club, sitting in the audience seats under the stage and eating her ice cream while watching the stage in front of her.
The club's lighting was dim, and two spotlights focused on the center of the stage, giving it a sacred feel.
Just then, a group of laughing voices approached.
"The president Ji isn't coming today? That's too bad."
