Han qiqing couldn't get the book back, so she could only compromise and let song Shijun guess the questions for her.
"This one, this one, and this one."
Song Shijun flipped through the pages and randomly picked a few questions.
Han qiqing glanced at him and felt that he was very unreliable.
"Can you be a little more serious?"
Song Shijun looked at her and said, " I'm serious! I don't think you can remember it, so I'll give you a tick."
With that, he picked up his pen and was about to write.
Han qiqing quickly stopped him. &Quot; no, no, you can't put a tick on it! &Quot; There were many traces! Do you have a pencil? You can erase it with a pencil."
Song Shijun asked, " pencil? Who still used pencils nowadays? We're not kindergarten kids."
Han qiqing thought about it and agreed. &Quot; then don't tick it. Anyway, you can't use this pen to scribble on it. &Quot;
She was afraid that her brother would see it and ask her what the tick on the card meant.
