Second day.
Two big classes in the morning.
In the first class, Qin Xin caught up on sleep.
In the second class, Qin Xin lay on the desk, doodling away, a bunch of chaotic lines scrawled recklessly, without knowing what she was drawing.
Ao Xinghao turned around to admire for a long time: "Xin, I told you this code is written wrong..."
Qin Xin lifted her eyes and glanced at him coldly.
Ao Xinghao bit the grass on the edge of his lip, and hurriedly forced a change of topic: "Cough cough, I meant to ask if the new desk size fits you, are you used to it?"
Last time, Qin Xin had smashed the wooden desk with a punch.
Ao Xinghao had a black walnut desk custom-made for her overnight.
Even the wood wax oil was imported, and he personally brushed it on to ensure it was clean, safe, and odorless.
Qin Xin's expression softened a bit: "It's okay."
To have Qin Xin say "okay" was already a very high evaluation.
