Writing a self-criticism is out of the question.
Qingran really doesn't have the time to write one, with all the homework assigned by the teacher enough to make her hands go soft. Plus, in all these years of school, she's never written one before.
As for Xie Ying'an, writing a self-criticism is even more unthinkable—he tossed the task to Su Chen.
Su Chen, with a face as bitter as a gourd, began to complain incessantly.
That very night, Li Qingmo heard about Liang Fan confessing to Qingran and getting beaten up, and he burst out laughing, slapping the table, completely ignoring the gazes from the entire class.
"Not bad, Qingran, you've got my style!" Li Qingmo raised his thumb in the air.
Sun Ningzhi, who informed him of this incident, rolled her eyes in a rare moment of vulgarity: "With that kind of style, I'd rather Qingran not have it at all."
Li Qingmo was accustomed to her familiarity and cut her off with a "tsk," "What do you know?"
