"Cai Ming, Cai Ming." Wan Qiweng called out to Cai Ming.
Cai Ming was rushing home with a stack of books. These days, Cai Ming no longer brought these books back and forth daily; otherwise, he wouldn't know what time he could return home.
Of course, the excuse used was that the kids at home had already copied a set. As for the educated youths borrowing books to copy, they didn't care if they actually copied them; they just knew that with multiple sets of books, they could copy until nine or ten in the evening before going back home.
Upon hearing Wan Qiweng's voice, Cai Ming stopped and looked at her with confusion. He still had a good impression of her.
Back then, she was the one who came to ask if she could borrow books to copy, and with her friends and classmates, she firmly rebutted Dong Juan, letting those unaware educated youths around them understand the ins and outs of the matter.
