Zhao Guangran bit his pen, staring at the blank paper in front of him. His face was all troubled, especially with the pile of crumpled paper balls next to him, you could tell he was worried.
Zhao Guangran was really troubled. "Brother, how do I write this self-reflection?"
Three thousand words of self-reflection, how was he supposed to complete that? It had to satisfy the parents, but heaven knew where their satisfaction threshold lay.
Zhao Guangran felt he really couldn't accomplish this task, so he had to turn to his big brother, even if he might get scolded, he had to endure it.
Zhao Xuran shrugged his shoulders. "When do I have the time? Can't you see I'm busy?"
Ha, what's the big brother busy with? It couldn't be homework, right? It's already been a week since school started, and Zhao Guangran hadn't seen his big brother do any homework. Every time he came home, he just read books unrelated to studying. It made Zhao Guangran so jealous.
