Shen Yijia's heart was hit hard. In the books she read, men and women on dates were always flirting with each other, but when it came to her…
Firstly, she got smacked. After that, she got lectured. Next, her "homework" got critiqued.
In the end, she concluded that Song Jingchen was an insensitive person.
Shen Yijia pouted while gripping her brush and was depressed for a long time. Then, there was the sound of knocking on the desk.
"If this brush breaks again, you'll have to copy it three more times." Song Jingchen buried his head in the drawing of the crossbow and reminded her coldly.
Shen Yijia shivered and almost lost her grip on the brush.
She glanced at the corpses of countless brushes in the basket beside her. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she continued writing.
This matter started from that night when Song Jingchen brought her to point out the mistakes one by one.
