When she opened the door and entered the room, Quan Jue was sitting in front of the desk with a pen in one hand and a pile of revision materials in front of him.
"Brother Quan, are you doing your homework?" Chi Jiao walked up to him and glanced at the revision materials on the table. Quan Jue's handwriting was as nice and neat as she had imagined.
Sometimes, she would genuinely forget that Quan Jue was a Grade 12 student.
He was just too mature in many ways.
Therefore, when she saw Quan Jue doing his homework, she felt as if she was in a dream.
Quan Jue put the pen down and arranged the notes on the table. He asked Chi Jiao, "Don't you have any homework?"
Chi Jiao thought for a moment before saying, "I have, but I didn't bring it here."
Moreover, she had quite a lot of it. She had actually forgotten to bring them along with her. If she were to do them when she went back, her hands would break from fatigue.
