"Ancestor sis, what did you score on this ancient poetry unit test? Wow, another perfect score, no suspense at all!"
"Ancestor sis, I noticed your penmanship is really cool too. It's not standard script, not clerical script, nor cursive... what kind of script is it that I can't recognize?"
Wu Minghao was eyeing Zuzi's paper with its wild handwriting and prominent perfect score, green with envy.
He looked up, only to find that Zuzi wasn't listening to him at all.
Zuzi was staring intently at her Blue-blood Emperor watch, like a delinquent girl engrossed in her phone.
She had sent a few lines of poetry to Bao Gucheng and hadn't received a response for a long time.
What could the boy be doing?
Really wish I could send my Divine Sense to take a peek...
Out of nowhere, Wu Minghao exclaimed again, "Wow, Mr. Gu skipped class again! Ever since the health check yesterday, he's been ditching classes, right? Where's he off to play now? Isn't he afraid of Teacher Xing's little whip?"
