Chen Ying held Fu Xin's arm. Along the way, she told Fu Xin what had happened in school in the past. Fu Xin also listened happily.
"You don't remember now. I remember that when I was in school, I attended two Chinese classes in a row. The first class was writing essays, and the second class was the teacher's evaluation. In the second class, the teacher asked who had finished writing and who wanted to comment. In the end, you stood up and pointed at Junjie behind you and said that he wanted to. In the first class, Junjie was sleeping and didn't write a word. The teacher saw his blank essay paper and chased him out of his seat, telling him to stand at the back. Hahaha!"
Chen Ying laughed as she spoke. She leaned against Fu Xin, as if she wanted to laugh. This story sounded quite funny. She thought that it sounded like something she could do.