Fu Jiu was satisfied after eating hot-pot, and she was ready to leave and see this handsome god again tomorrow. But the man opened his mouth and said slowly, "I will have the others prepare physics books for you. Make-up lessons will begin starting from today onwards."
Fu Jiu had a natural aversion to physics. With her fingers resting on her chin, she laughed foppishly, "You are in such a rush. My learning efficiency will not be very good."
"In less than seven days, you will have your monthly exams. Do you think you can pass the physics exam with your poor learning ability if you do not take make-up lessons?" Qin Mo picked up the pen. His face was still beautiful, but his voice was calm, as if he was simply telling the truth.
Even so, Lord Jiu felt attacked.
Fu Jiu started asking herself. Why did she choose this god to help her with make-up lessons?
