Zhong Li handed a red USB flash drive to Shang Jianghan and, seeing that the latter wasn't in a hurry to leave, began to complain and act coquettishly.
"Brother Jianghan, what should I do if I don't want to take the exam? Can you think of a solution for me?"
"I can't help with that!"
As Shang Jianghan's lips curved into a refusal, his dark eyes passed over Zhong Li's head, cut through the air, and landed on a certain figure.
Her slim white fingers were holding a thin potato chip that, against her skin, made the pale yellow color appear vivid and bright.
"My brother said if I don't do well, the trip to Europe for the New Year is cancelled. My deskmate said that if I don't do well this time, I can strive for the next. Do you think my brother would agree?"
Zhong Li persisted in playing the weak card, attempting to conquer the barrier that was Shang Jianghan first, hoping for a roundabout salvation.