When she awoke from this slightly late and short afternoon nap, it was already close to four-thirty. Du Xixi, now somewhat clear-headed, sat upright, stretched lazily, and then got up, folded the blanket neatly, and went downstairs with a few mecha soldiers to go home.
Zhang Ye should have just finished class, but she didn't encounter him; instead, she saw a few students who left late, among whom was Shen Yiyi, whom Du Xixi had personally taught.
"Yiyi, is Shan Zhi not with you?" Du Xixi furrowed her brows, puzzled as to why Shan Zhi, who was always inseparable from Shen Yiyi, was not there.
Clearly, the student register records that both Shen Yiyi and Shan Zhi had enrolled in the course on the introduction and application of knives. If Shen Yiyi were to leave late, Shan Zhi would definitely follow along.
Could it be that the two sisters had a falling out? Yet during the lesson, they were still cozily huddled together. Do young people argue so unexpectedly?
