“You’re not buttering me up to improve your friend’s grade,” he says tiredly. “Everyone is graded the same.”

Why is he sidling up next to him? Doesn’t he have to go back to his dorm? Go pull an all nighter? Jiang Cheng moves away and plops himself into his chair with a groan. Maybe he would end up sleeping in his office again. The chair isn’t too unfortunate: leather and large behind his desk, high backed and wide.