As the time for afternoon classes drew near, the rain had yet to stop. Qin Nuan and Cong Rong had returned, but they were a bit disheveled, with mud splattered on their legs.
"I don't want to go to class…" Luo Qianqian pouted, packed her backpack, and put on her shorts. She certainly didn't want to wash her pants while taking a shower.
Qin Nuan rolled her eyes and handed her the umbrella, "I'm honored to inform you that even if it were raining knives, you'd still have to go."
Luo Qianqian sulked, but Cao Yingying spoke up, "Missing one class won't matter, especially with the weather like this today." Although she said this, she still got out of bed to pack her things for class.
Luo Qianqian frowned slightly. She was just complaining, but she didn't really mean to skip class. It seemed strange for someone who verbalized the possibility of slacking off to actually go to class.
