Time flew by and it was Thursday already, the day when Fu Ying was on duty. Before the self-study class, those in charge of duty had to clean up their respective areas. The only thing left was to take out the trash.
The other boys all knew Fu Ying liked to take out the trash, so they bolted after cleaning up.
Lin Lishan eyed the trash and turned her head to ask her specifically, "Fu Ying, are you going to take it out?"
Fu Ying was wiping the blackboard. Hearing Lin Lishan's question, her actions stiffened.
Then she put down the blackboard eraser: "I'll go."
After all, she only knew that Fu Ying always took a detour, but didn't know what she was doing.
"There's quite a bit of trash, can you manage by yourself?" Lin Lishan asked, looking at her small and slightly thin figure.
Fu Ying nodded: "I can."
She didn't want to talk more with Lin Lishan, afraid that Lin Lishan, with a joking tone, would ask her why she took a detour. So, she quickly made her exit.
