Chapter 58 (2/2)

“Qiao Nian, I don’t have the luxurious wish to buy it off of you. But can I at least borrow it to read? Once I’m done, I’ll give it back to you. I promise you I won’t damage it! I swear on it!”

Qiao Nian bit her lips and began to curse this man silently, “I… I didn’t bring it!”

Just then, people began to whisper around her.

“Didn’t bring? She most likely never got her hands on one!” This person bluntly spoke out what everyone else was thinking.

“I was just gonna say that! She’s been muttering since she got in today. If she didn’t get one, then she didn’t get one. Why does she feel the need to lie?”

“Just where did she find the audacity to claim she’ll be able to get her hands on two to three copies of the signed version? That was a complete waste of my emotion.”

“It’s really true that you shouldn’t rely on anyone but yourself.”

…

Luo Chen poked his head in from the side as he bit down on his lollipop, looking too happy.

Thank god he didn’t ask her to get him one!

Qiao Nian was now biting down her lips hard, her head was lowered as she stood there, speechless.

Jiang Yi felt awkward by all this as well. However, he remained a gentleman and patted her head, “It’s okay. You don’t need to mind what others are saying.”

“Exactly!” Qiao Nian’s deskmate, Xu Yingying stepped up and spoke on her behalf, “It was already a battlefield to be able to buy a copy of Feng Ci’s book. Is it Niannian’s fault for you not getting one? At least she had the heart to help you! None of you got your hands on one anyway! What gives you the right to laugh at her?”

Right after she spoke, a cold voice arose, “Excuse me.”

Currently, everyone had circled around Qiao Nian by the door, blocking the entrance.

After the voice spoke out, everyone parted and made a path for Qiao Qing to walk through.

Qiao Qing went to her seat with her backpack.

Luo Chen turned around his head and followed, wanting to gossip with her about what happened today.

But when his gaze caught the sight of her buffy backpack, he asked casually, “what’s in there?”

Qiao Qing didn’t answer straight away. She unzipped her bag and took out a stack of books. Then, she threw them on top of Luo Chen’s desk, “They’re for you.”