"If we gave those people the same exams you wrote, they may score just as high as you. You will be competing against all other honor students in the city. If you still refuse to write the essay, you may be beaten."
"I heard that you were the one who gave Hou Zibin his book last time? That means you are a kid who enjoys literature. It shouldn't be hard for you to write an essay."
Qiao Qing found Yang Lianfeng to be far too talkative. She squeezed her eyebrows and responded in order to get off the hook, "I'll write it during the entrance exam."
Now that Qiao Qing had promised, Yang Lianfeng reacted as happily as a two-hundred-pound fatty who just ate a nice meal, "So you love me after all!"
Qiao Qing, "…"
Yang Lianfeng took a look at his watch – there were still 20 minutes until the end of the day.
He stood up. "You can go back first."
Saved, Qiao Qing immediately left.
