Sizhui's features do waver this time, a mixture of confusion and curiosity as both eyebrows hike toward his hairline. Though he doesn't move from where he's standing, he shifts somewhat, trying to see what exactly Jiang Cheng's doing at his desk.

Before he can open his mouth and protest, insist that he's not here for that once again, Jiang Cheng holds the paper out, causing him to glance down at it, a slow smirk curving his mouth when he realizes it's an address. He playfully snatches the sheet from his hand, tucks it into the pocket of his sweater, politely inclines his head. “Yes, sir.” Then he does as told, heads back toward the door and hurries out into the hallway. On the way back to his dorm, it's difficult to keep himself under wraps, excitement flaring, his heartbeat jackhammering so hard, he's almost afraid it might crack a rib.