"Fine, go ahead and scream."
Yun Zijin took a pair of noise-canceling earbuds from her purse, put them on, and let Su Mengyao scream her heart out.
Su Mengyao: "..."
"Was I really that loud?"
'I didn't feel like I was being loud at all,' she thought.
'Isn't everyone else screaming just like this?'
"It's not that bad. It's just that you're sitting right next to me, so I'm getting the worst of it."
"Okay, I'll try to hold back a little."
Su Mengyao felt like it wasn't the right atmosphere without a few good yells, but she didn't want to bother Yun Zijin. So, the next time she felt the urge to shout, she stood up.
Her voice was still loud, but at least she wasn't screaming right in Yun Zijin's ear, so she wasn't bothering anyone. A win-win for everyone.
"Lap three! It's lap three! Zijin, Sheng Yang is catching up!"
