What kind of nonsense can a few bad students write in a 5000-word self-criticism?
Chuzheng looked at the writing and felt her head spinning.
Was this written by a dog?
Even a dog's scrawl looks better than this.
So the four-member class tyrant group that just finished their self-criticisms received a calligraphy lesson from Teacher Ruan.
The four-member class tyrant group: "..."
Boo hoo hoo, they swear they won't fight again.
The weather was getting hotter, and the semester was coming to an end.
As soon as the holidays started, Su He vanished without a trace. Since the original owner's home was at that Vampire aunt's place, Chuzheng didn't plan on going back either.
Chuzheng felt much more relaxed after the holidays started.
The tasks from King's Account weren't very many either, mostly just small tasks.
In each world, her identity was different, and the task amounts would vary as well.
The King's Account wouldn't have her, a teacher, buy a building.
