Looking down at Fang Ran, who was hugging his thigh and shouting at the top of his lungs for a way to speedrun English Level Four in an hour, Gou Yu, who was carrying something to the kitchen,
fell briefly speechless before giving a helpless bitter smile:
"Um, Captain, no matter what, one hour is still—"
"Ah! I'm not listening! I'm not listening! Ah! Xiao Huo, you definitely have a way!"
Refusing to accept reality, Fang Ran squeezed his eyes shut and shouted over him.
"Hah, wow. Little brother, anyone who knows would think you're taking English Level Four. Anyone who doesn't would think you've postponed your PhD for six years and are kneeling before your advisor begging to graduate."
Sitting nearby and leisurely enjoying the show, Meng Lang watched Fang Ran act as though his life were on the line and grinned as he made sarcastic remarks.
"Can't you just casually take an exam like that?"
Had they not brought it up, Ming Ling would have forgotten that she had taken English Level Four back in her sophomore year, an exam she had never cared about. She picked up a cup, poured herself some water, and spoke casually.
Hmm? This water tasted...
As Ming Ling marveled that the water in The Cabin's glass kettle tasted even better than the mountain spring water her father used to make tea for distinguished guests,
Tang Bing, who reverted completely from her hardworking weekday state to full-on couch potato mode every weekend and was habitually engrossed in dramas, lay sprawled over the little table and lazily spoke without any energy.
"Exactly. At that level, anyone with hands can pass English Level Four."
At that level, anyone with hands could pass.
In that instant, Fang Ran felt as if two arrows had struck his