Gu Qimiao followed Fang Shaobei to a small building on the edge of the school. This was the exam venue; usually, there were fewer people here, and standing on the upper floors afforded a beautiful and spectacular view of the school.
"Have you finished the assignment I gave you?"
"It's not called an assignment, it's work!"
"Whatever you call it, have you finished it?"
"There's one painting left, but there's no rush to submit it. I'll finish it slowly when I get back."
Fang Shaobei looked into the distance and suddenly said, "Paint."
"Huh?" Gu Qimiao was puzzled, followed his line of sight, and then asked, "Paint this?"
"Yes."
"Mr. Fang, aren't you busy?"
"I have time, paint."
Gu Qimiao was silent for a moment, thinking that she had all her painting supplies, so she got to work.
