"Zhou Li, what's a self-criticism paper?"
"A Confession Letter, I guess."
"A Confession Letter! I'll write it!"
"You?"
"Yeah!" Huai Xu nodded firmly, feeling he should be the one to deal with the trouble he had caused.
"You don't know how to write one," Zhou Li said.
"I do!" Huai Xu objected. "When I went to school last year, the teacher asked us to write an essay. I secretly wrote one and handed it in. The next day, the teacher even asked who wrote it, saying it was well-written!"
"Then you write it."
Considering Huai Xu's excellent primary school-level essay writing skills, Zhou Li, afraid he would struggle, added, "Don't take it too seriously. Just scribble three to five hundred words. Nobody's going to read it anyway."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Then you go to military training, and I'll go back and write!"
"Okay."
The human and the Demon went their separate ways.
