Chapter 17: Wrapped in the Blanket

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"No wonder the weather forecast says it's going to rain tomorrow," Gu Ran said.

"Quiet, don't interrupt my train of thought, I still have 73 words to go," Su Qing said.

Chen Ke, sitting in the first seat, turned around: "That fast? I still have 100 out of 500 words to go."

If only Gu Ran had to write a self-criticism, the office would not allow writing self-criticism during work hours, but when an entire office needs to write self-criticism, then the office allows it.

All three were writing self-criticisms at the moment.

"Ah," Gu Ran sighed; he had only finished one piece, while the other two were dozens of words away from finishing.

It was like when everyone handed in their exams early, and he alone still had an entire side of questions unanswered, a feeling of being left behind, abandoned.

Suddenly, Su Qing laughed, "Promise me one thing, and I can let you off the hook for the 5000 words about eating."

"No need." Was Gu Ran that kind of person?