"Liam Woody," James Black replied.
"Which âwuâ? The âwuâ from âpitch-blackâ?" Jane Sampson asked with an open mouth.
James Black took a deep look at Jane Sampson, "Did you waste over a decade of education? For over ten years, has the teacher taught you nothing but the phrase âpitch-blackâ?"
"..." She really knew how to seize every opportunity to scold her.
Jane Sampson touched her nose tip and changed her question, "Is it the âwuâ from âcloudâ?"
"Add an ear next to it," James Black said.
"Oh~" Janeâs tone carried out long as her fingers swiftly searched the phone book.
She remembered the name Liam Woody.
Jane Sampson indeed found Liam Woodyâs phone number in James Blackâs phone book, copied it, and directly sent it from James Blackâs WhatsAPP to her own. After sending it, she sneakily deleted the chat history.
After sending it, Jane Sampson confirmed once more, "Instructor Woody doesnât have a girlfriend, right?"
"Hm," James Black always felt that Jane Sampson was chatting strangely; when did this girl become so curious about other peopleâs affairs?
"Thatâs great," Jane Sampson praised casually, then logged into James Blackâs WhatsAPP.
Unlike WhatsAPP, James Blackâs WhatsAPP friends were not too many.
But his groups were organized neatly.
One group for friends.
One group for classmates.
One group for teammates.
Jane Sampson clicked through the teammatesâ group and paused when she saw an account named âblack face.â She curiously clicked in and found that it was Liam Woodyâs WhatsAPP account, and this âblack faceâ was not his nickname but the note James Black had assigned to him. Liam Woodyâs WhatsAPP nickname was his real name.
Jane Sampson held back her laughter and repeated the praise she just made, "Thatâs really great!"
The same phrase spoken only seconds apart carried completely different meanings.
James Blackâs eyebrows furrowed, and since he was driving, he didnât pay much attention to Jane Sampsonâs facial expressions.
Jane Sampson sent Liam Woodyâs WhatsAPP to her own as well, and once again, deleted the chat history.
After doing all this last night, Jane Sampson did not return the phone to James Black immediately but started playing with it, entering his Myspace.
Like his WhatsAPP Moments, his Myspace was clean. Not to mention logs; there were no moments at all.
The one she had sent from his phone previously had been set to private by him, invisible to others.
As Jane Sampson scrolled through James Blackâs space, she remembered that she hadnât added James Blackâs WhatsAPP account yet.
Although she didnât use WhatsAPP too often.
Add him! Add him!
Jane Sampson swiftly used James Blackâs WhatsAPP to add her own and didnât plan to let him know. Next time, if she annoyed him and got her WhatsAPP blacklisted by him, she could still pester him through WhatsAPP.
After sending the friend request, Jane Sampson sneakily pulled out her own phone and accepted the friend verification. Then she quickly set her name to âlittle beautyâ on his account, casually sorting herself into the classmatesâ group.
After all was done, Jane Sampson returned to James Blackâs Myspace.
Looking at his cold, sparse space, she thought for a moment and then started editing a new moment.
My home, daddy Black says you canât use âpitch-blackâ to describe his protĂ©gĂ©âs surname; itâs not the pitch-black âwuâ, neither is it the cloud âwuâ. Itâs a âwuâ with a cute little ear!
Having edited the text, Jane Sampson subconsciously wanted to add an emoticon pack, so she directly clicked into the album out of habit.