The lunch break bell rang. Smart Ying Bao, who knew how to solve extension problems, sat up straight and gently shook her head. After freeing her hair from between Lin Li's fingers, she raised both hands and stretched.
Even after being altered, her school uniform was still somewhat loose. Yet that looseness made the faintly visible curves beneath it all the more alluring.
Nice. Loved looking at it.
After spitting out a curse at Lin Li—the pervert who claimed he was admiring it openly and honestly, yet was too dumb to solve extension problems—Chen Yuying gathered her things, stood up, and returned to her seat.
Lin Li watched her back for a while. Only when she went out to get water did he turn to look at the sunlight outside the window.
Even if he lost, it would not matter much, but it would definitely be best if he could hold onto this request that could be a little excessive, right? It seemed he would need to rank in the top three of the grade to be safe.
That raised the difficulty by another entire level. Every single point in every subject had become important.
He should buy a copybook when he got back.
Lin Li's handwriting was not as abstract as a doctor's, but it definitely could not be called pretty.
He had probably been the type where his everyday handwriting looked like a dog's scrawl, while his serious handwriting looked like a dog seriously trying to scrawl.
His control over his body had improved now, so it was a little better, but not by much.
Yet handwriting really could affect scores in liberal arts subjects, especially Chinese, a subject that often had no standard answer.
Especially essays. A forty-point essay written in dog-scrawl handwriting, with the content unchanged