"Chief Fang, I'm begging you. You're the only one who can do this comparison with me..." Xue Changqing said with deep sincerity.
"...All right."
Fang Che spoke with tragic resolve. "...I'll do it!"
As he spoke, tears fell. "...Wuwu, I'll do it..."
His guts twisted into spasms. At that moment, he felt that Xue Changqing was utterly unlovable—far inferior to Feng Yun! At least with Feng Yun, he didn't have to do homework...
But Xue Changqing's homework was practically inhuman!
"The workload isn't that big. You'll finish it soon."
Xue Changqing patted his shoulder in consolation, then said to everyone, "Look, even Chief Fang is so agreeable, taking the initiative to do so much. You've only been asked to do a tiny bit, yet you're already looking so pale and unwilling. How will you improve in the future? Otherwise, I'll add a little more..."
"No! Don't!"
Everyone cried out and begged in unison. "Qing Ye! You can't add any more! We'll do it right away! We promise to be ten-thousand-percent serious!"
Xue Changqing nodded and admonished them, "This concerns your own lives and the lives of your brothers in the future. Take it seriously."
Then he got up and walked out.
The people in the tent could only hear Xue Changqing assigning homework elsewhere: "Everyone who made it onto the Cloud Top Weapon Compendium, you need to think about... your opponents... yourselves... comprehend the gaps... and produce written reports..."
"...And all of you who didn't make the rankings need to reflect as well. Find the gaps, summarize the reasons, and also... hand in written reports to me..."
Fang Che, Xue Yizun, and the others listened to the scripture-like voice outside and looked at one another.
They wanted to laugh, but couldn't. Every face was ashen.
Fang Che asked in puzzlement,