How Long Can I Last

Fu Tingyan thought for a few seconds, then he walked out with his phone.

Jiang Yu watched as Fu Tingyan left the classroom, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes. Was it necessary to go outside and search it up?

There was no one in the hall.

Fu Tingyan stood in front of the fence. The call was connected, but he didn't know what to say.

Fu Tingyu, who was sitting at his desk, noticed that his brother was silent. He asked in a low voice, "You called me. But why are you quiet?"

"I...I'm fine," Fu Tingyan stammered.

Fu Tingyu noticed his brother's hesitation. He guessed, "Did something happen? Or did you get into trouble?"

"No, I just have a question. I didn't think it through. It's fine now. Sorry to bother you, brother."

He hung up and returned to the classroom.

Fu Tingyu didn't know what to make of the call.

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In the afternoon