"Ah, this Tuesday we need to do a big cleanup. Labor committee member, please note it down and arrange three groups to clean."
"Make sure the doors, windows, and floors are clean, and the ceiling corners..."
Zhang Ningzhi looked puzzled and turned her head curiously to ask.
"What's happening on Tuesday?"
Jiang Nian glanced at the endlessly talking Old Liu on the stage, then looked at Zhizhi, suddenly smiling.
"Leaders will be attending the school's anniversary celebration two weeks from now, cleaning is just the basic work. No telling what else they'll stir up."
"Oh oh." Zhang Ningzhi nodded.
But the next second, her body suddenly stiffened. She felt a hand on her leg, gently squeezing.
She turned her head, eyes wide looking at Jiang Nian.
"You..."
"This is sincerity." Jiang Nian shrugged it off, continuing to touch, since they were in the last row anyway.
Her leg was quite soft, surprisingly elastic. He lightly patted it twice and then heard Old Liu on the stage say.
