The room was quiet, with only the rustling sound of the pen tip moving across the paper.
The rematch coincidentally collided with the final exams, making it essential to practice physics problems and not neglect the main subjects.
Perhaps knowing that most students lack self-discipline, teachers from various subjects also started to assign an insane amount of homework.
So much so that even Ruan Ruan couldn't find time to hang out with Qingran.
Qingran's wrist ached from writing, she put down her pen and shook her wrist, catching a glimpse from the corner of her eye that Xie Ying'an was also working through the same test paper.
Xie Ying'an had reverted to his wildly cursive handwriting, which was so connected that it was almost impossible to recognize without looking carefully.
