People from the Traditional Calligraphers Association are here! Guaranteed second place!_2

In fact, for these two weeks, Bai Lian spent most of her time on biology, occasionally exchanging ideas with Ning Xiao when he encountered a difficult physics problem.

It was at this time.

The whole Class 15 suddenly fell silent.

Feeling a chill on her back, Pu Xiaohan's sixth sense made her turn around swiftly, sit up straight, and start working on exam problems from the past decade.

Out of the corner of her eye, sure enough, she spotted the elusive Lu Lingxi at the window.

Everyone else in the class was seriously doing their homework, except for Zhang Shize, who was still busy sleeping.

Lu Lingxi walked up to him quietly and raised her hand—

"Ah—" Zhang Shize stood up with his ear being pinched and caught sight of Lu Lingxi, "Lu Mom, spare a handsome guy's life!"

"How late did you play games last night?" Lu Lingxi sneered.

Zhang Shize: "I just... at one o'clock... two o'clock, two fifty-nine!!"

Not a minute past two—this was his final act of defiance.