Mo Lusu lifted his head and a smile appeared in his eyes. "It's nothing. It's getting late and you should get some rest."
"I can't, I have to hand this report in tomorrow and I'm not done writing it yet." Shui Anluo lay on her stomach on the bed. "If I had known it would turn out like this, I won't have pretended to know in the first place. Now, I'm dead."
Mo Lusu chuckled. "You're still a student so it's fine even if you can't turn it in. On the contrary, if you write a lecturer-standard report, it will become an even bigger problem for you. Write what you can think of. Sleep early."
"Mm, good night, Senior Brother," said Shui Anluo before she shut the video call off.
She could write the report however she wanted but that old specialist already has a low opinion of her. If she were to turn in a sloppily-written report, would she not have an even worse opinion of her?
