Mu Qiu was a giant question mark hanging over her forehead at that moment.
"You want me, a blind person, to write??? What were you guys thinking?!"
Jiang Lu shrugged, answering on behalf of Cheng Zhirang, "Since someone's bound to mess things up, we might as well have you sit there. We're hoping you'd have some professional spirit and write earnestly."
"But if I write it, can you guys even understand it?"
Jiang Lu: "That'll depend on Cheng Zhirang's ability to comprehend. Maybe he just might understand what you're trying to express?"
"......" She felt like the gossipy stares of the whole room were on her.
"Alright," she resigned herself to the situation, "If you guys really want to push the limits of comprehension, I can't stop you."
Since Cheng Zhirang arranged it, she couldn't exactly turn him down, right? Otherwise, it'd be too obvious she's avoiding suspicion.
She plopped herself into the eighth position, clutching a small cushion on the couch, and started sighing.
