"Brother Yu, you have no idea. Today Zhong Yuan came to me with such a thick stack of test papers. He stayed at my place all day, buried in homework, and when he went back in the evening, he had only finished half. No wonder he didn't go home this week. If he took the bus home, he probably wouldn't finish his homework. He's really having a tough time. Luckily, I didn't go to First High School back then, otherwise, it would be me suffering now. Who knows how late he'll have to stay up tonight." Jiang Mianmian said quite unkindly.
Yu Cheng listened to her and could already imagine her animated, gloating expression.
"Little Lamb, you've got it wrong. If you had gone to First High School, Zhong Yuan wouldn't have had such a hard time." Yu Cheng's words saw right through the surface to the essence.
