For the flight back from Country J to Country Z, the school had booked tickets for eight that evening. The flight to Magic City took eleven hours.
After getting home and sleeping for another half day, Ye Xunzhi got up groggily to eat. Then, at last, her moment of judgment arrived.
"Explain something to me. How did you manage to produce over thirty different kinds of handwriting all by yourself?"
Old Master Ye spread open one of Ye Xunzhi's workbooks in disbelief and raised an eyebrow, his tone full of wonder.
"There's even wild cursive, and handwriting so ugly it looks like Oracle Bone Script. Even I can't read it."
"Is that so hard? It mostly depends on the weather, temperature, climate, and my mood at the time."
Ye Xunzhi pointed at the wild cursive, her face utterly serious. "For example, I wrote this in a surge of passion after reaching the summit of Snow Mountain, when everyone else was admiring the view while I was scribbling away."
She then pointed at the handwriting that was as ugly as Oracle Bone Script, yet had an extraordinarily high accuracy rate.
"And this was my final testament, written one night when I was alone, feeling emo and emotionally unstable!"
I absolutely cannot let Grandpa find out that I got Fifth Brother's entire class to do my homework. The only person missing was their homeroom teacher.
Damn it, I spent thirty minutes trying, and I still couldn't persuade Teacher Ximao to join me in my dirty deeds.
A vein popped on Old Master Ye's forehead. She actually sounded pretty disappointed about that?!
Seeing Old Master Ye's expression grow darker and darker, Ye Xunzhi panicked.
Oh no, these are the warning signs before a volcanic eruption!
*What do I do? How about I say