This weather, again killed by the chat.
In the eerie atmosphere, Tang Zhifei helped Li Zheng to sit down, then took out several papers from his bag and placed them on the table, "Rest well, I'm just here to deliver your homework."
The expression on Li Zheng's face eased a lot.
He should have said earlier that he was delivering papers.
He put down his crutch, picked up a paper and started to read, "Just put it on my desk, I'll have them all done by tomorrow morning."
"With your leg like that, you should just rest this week. Besides, you can't fit any more in your desk," Tang Zhifei said awkwardly.
"Really? I've taken all my stuff home."
"Another reason," Tang Zhifei changed the subject, "Just focus on healing, and forget about the basketball game."
Li Zheng shook his head, "I probably won't be able to play on Wednesday, but there's still a chance for the finals."
