"Alright, the major discussion is over, now onto the main issue." Luo Qianqian put down He Wenyu's backpack, her face showing a bit of embarrassment, "The two of us probably won't be able to finish this, could Brother Jiayou help us more?"
Lin Jiayou's face was full of embarrassment—could he admit that he had returned all the knowledge from that year to his teachers and siblings after he started college?
"Copying stuff, I can still handle that," Lin Jiayou immediately expressed his view.
He Wenyu's face lit up with joy, "Great, memorize and copy the classical poems and texts twice." She immediately pulled out the printed collection of poems and handed it to Lin Jiayou, having initially disdained it too much, she had not expected Lin Jiayou to say this.
Then He Wenyu looked at Luo Qianqian and Jimo Cheng, who hadn't spoken, "What are you writing? I have everything here."
Luo Qianqian's face was speechless, "You choose what you like and are good at."
