Shen Yuan's face was taut. The tip of his thumb unconsciously dug into the edge of his phone, as if trying to press the victorious number right into the screen.
Beside him, Li Zhi still had her hood pulled over her head. The tip of her pen hovered over her open workbook, unmoving for a good while, as if she were waiting, or perhaps stubbornly resisting something.
A strange silence lingered between them.
It was neither the heavy gloom that followed an exam, nor the boisterous celebration of a wish fulfilled. Instead, it was like a taut, unspoken string that neither dared to pluck first.
Just then, a fluffy head, accompanied by a boisterous shout, suddenly poked out from Shen Yuan's side, carrying a wave of post-nap warmth. It was Ah Jie.
"Yuan! Yuan! What'd you get?! What'd you get?! Don't hide it! Spit it out!"
