Lin Xiaoguai couldn't help but want to laugh upon hearing this, as a somewhat blurry image of that classmate flashed in her mind. She hesitated to ask, "The day after, didn't he also bring a raw egg for me?"
"Right." Jiang Xiaomei's laughter, unable to contain her amusement, came through the phone, "He was afraid of postponing yet another day and not daring to give you anything, so he brought a raw egg that wouldn't spoil."
Lin Xiaoguai's memory started to clear up. Ah, so it was Chang Chunji.
Speaking of which, Lin Xiaoguai did not have a shallow memory of Chang Chunji. If it had been her previous life now, she definitely would have remembered him.
