"You want me to copy it?"
"I have to rely on you," Ye Qianning said earnestly.
Gao Qi stared at her delicate, doll-like face. He wanted to object, but then he thought about how small and pretty she was. Making her copy the text twenty times seemed too pitiful.
"Fine, but just this once."
Ye Qianning hummed in agreement. 'Just once? Dream on.'
'There are still some things I need to coax out of this fool.'
Inside the classroom, three small figures were hunched over their desks, writing, while Ye Qianning was hunched over, taking a nap.
A short while later, Luo Wen brought a meal from Immortal's Drunk. She got up, set up a separate table, and began to eat the fragrant food and sip her tea, looking utterly content.
The tutor snuck over to take another look, and his old face immediately twitched. 'Oh well,' he thought. 'Who cares who writes it, as long as it gets done.'
