After passing the phone to Mr. Li, Xue Xi thought that this matter was over, but she did not expect Mr. Li to change his tone and say, "Write a self-reflective essay. It must be at least 3,000 words. Give it to me before class starts this afternoon. Otherwise, you can forget about attending the afternoon classes!"
The moment he said this, Zhang Xiaoxiao exclaimed, "Mr. Li, a three-thousand-word essay would take at least an hour to write. How can the Goddess of Studying have time to eat?"
"Goddess of Studying?" Mr. Li looked at Xue Xi mockingly. "Is this a self-proclaimed title? Do you really think you're some big shot? Didn't you merely prove Bartra's theory? You're too arrogant, aren't you?"
Mr. Li said sternly, "Why are you still looking at me? Let me tell you, if you can't finish, you're not allowed to go to class in the afternoon. If you really don't want to write it, then leave!"
With that, Mr. Li walked out of the classroom.
