"Great, great! Let's start right now, then," Qian Zhuye said eagerly.
"Um... there's no need to be in such a hurry. Another day, I'll draw up a primer for you to look at first."
"Alright. I'll copy all fifteen of the assignments from the teacher's punishment for you."
Ye Qianning was delighted to hear this, but also felt a little embarrassed. "That's twenty-five in total... Can you finish them all today?"
"It's fine. I'll just stay after class. It's not like I haven't been kept for detention before," Qian Zhuye said chivalrously.
Ye Qianning was touched. 'This little guy is so much better than that old man.'
"You still want to change the writing style?" Sang Zhi was still fixated on this.
"Something like that."
"That's preposterous. And if the wrong people were to find out, do you realize such talk could lead to disaster?" Sang Zhi was dead serious. To him, changing the script was as momentous as overthrowing a dynasty.
