"Hmm... what you just said seems to be true. And I'm actually a little convinced." Bai Qing thought for a while and realized that Zhang Heng's reasoning sounded very logical, making it difficult to refute.
"Don't take it too seriously," Zhang Heng said.
"If you are right, I really pity Teacher He."
"This is life... We all have our own difficulties to face." Zhang Heng fiddled with the gel pen in his hand.
"It sounds old-fashioned, but you are right," Bai Qing sighed and placed her chin on the desk, "My dad and my mom have been giving me a headache recently."
"Headache... and why would that be?" Zhang Heng's expression changed, and he clamped the rotating gel pen with his index and middle fingers.
