Wei Dongliu and Jiang Liyan sat side by side under the parasol tree in the courtyard, listening to the resonant sounds of reading coming from inside.
According to Jiang the Witch, those who stayed behind to continue reading after the private school was dismissed were definitely the most honest and dutiful kind.
Wei Dongliu agreed with this, after all, he had attended high school in his previous life and knew very well the nature of those who studiously worked on problems—they were the ones who stayed behind to read a bit more even after the dismissal bell had rung.
"Speaking of which, why is Daoist Jiang so eager to assist me?" Seeing that it was still early, Wei Dongliu casually asked.
"We hit it off at first sight, what's wrong with me helping you?" Jiang Liyan's eyes danced flirtatiously as she glanced at him obliquely.
This was mixed with some Illusion Technique; the Kunlun Mirror was numb and could only silently block it all out.
