Song Yaoyao's expression did not change. She simply sniffed as she carried her backpack.
"It will stop soon."
Tang Xinrou: "Really?!"
Song Yaoyao did not reply.
...
At that moment, inside Class 1, the same question was being asked.
"This ridiculous weather is hot one moment and cold the next. Does it want to kill us?"
"You should go home. Don't you have a heater at home?"
"Tch, I don't want to wet my clothes, so I'd rather play with my phone in the classroom."
Song Jingwan blinked, wondering why Huo Ningxi hadn't returned. Just as she was about to make a phone call to question him...
Her good friend, An Ruoyao, poked her. "Jingwan, I remember you have really good luck. Why don't you pray for the rain to stop!"
"Ha..."
Song Jingwan found this hilarious and burst into laughter. "How's that possible? Besides, I already told you that I was only lucky when I was young~"