"Put down the pens in your hands!" the teacher shouted sternly.
When Ling Sheng finished writing the last word, Jun Shiyan's face filled her mind. She lowered her head secretly and smiled sneakily.
Cheng Ye was the first to go. He was sitting at the far end and had filled a piece of paper with words front to back. His eyes lit up as he stood up and started reading his masterpiece. "The title of my essay is 'Praise Song of the
Ling Sheng could not help but cover her mouth and laugh. She stole a look at Ji Fanchen and realized that he was looking at Cheng Ye proudly, waiting for him to recite his work.
Cheng Ye's praise was at the level of a primary school student's essay, but he was praising Ji Fanchen to the skies.
Ling Sheng had goosebumps all over her body, but Ji Fanchen seemed to be enjoying it. He kept smiling at him.
