In front of the laptop, Rong Zhi was video calling with Yang Feifan and the others. Hearing Rong Xian'an's words, she turned down the volume, her delicate and charming eyes revealing a trace of cool indifference.
"No, I don't have time."
"Rong Zhi, I..."
She had no interest in listening to Rong Xian'an's nonsense and straightforwardly hung up the call. Then, she turned to the two people who had paused on the other side of the screen and softly said, "Continue."
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The national math competition was scheduled for the eighth, and Rong Zhi returned to school to get some materials.
Old Li was still holding his thermos cup, and during the breaks in drinking tea, he looked at the teenager busy checking materials with a somewhat sentimental gaze. Clearing his throat, he sighed, "From the time you entered the school, in the blink of an eye, it's almost time for the final exams."
