After copying for a long time, Li Yang finally finished. The paper was filled with crooked English letters mixed with Chinese characters, probably only comprehensible to himself.
"Finished copying?" Mu Qiu switched off the tablet, "If you're done, take it aside and memorize it. I'm going to find my clues."
Li Yang shook the paper, making a rustling sound in the air, and theatrically blew on it.
"When this show's over, I'm going to frame it and give it to my nephew."
"…Does your nephew even know his uncle is this sneaky?"
Li Yang was unconcerned: "I'm just worried about his grades. Alright, I'm off; let's part ways then."
Indeed, it's like the rabbit is dead, the dog is cooked; the mill is destroyed, the donkey is killed; the birds are gone, the bow is hidden.
Mu Qiu rolled her eyes, put away the tablet, and left decisively in large strides.
