"How did the exam go?" This time, Qiu Zhi didn't dare miss Su Ziceng's call again. He knew today was a matter of life and death for Su Ziceng, so he spent the whole day anxiously watching his pager.
"I just wrote an essay, for multiple choice and true/false questions, I chose 'B' for all and ticked all the boxes," Su Ziceng, gnawing on a chopstick, looked at the fiery hot fish slices, and was satisfied to find Hang Yishao wasn't in the cafeteria's D section today.
"Isn't that it then?" Qiu Zhi tried to put on a look of heartfelt distress, but unfortunately, his face looked too cheerful, even his attempt at a sad expression ended up looking like birthday buns used for celebrations.
