"Don't say that." Zhao Weiran was embarrassed.
"Alright, you can go to the side. I'll help you write your thesis."
"You'll help me write it?"
Zhao Weiran stared at him with her beautiful eyes. The scene before her eyes made her feel like it was little magical.
She had placed the order because she wanted him to help her write.
She didn't expect him to be a hidden god!
Not only was he handsome, but he was also good at physics. Why did he have to run errands?
"If you don't trust me, then write it yourself."
"No, no, no. I didn't mean that. How could I not trust you?" Zhao Weiran said.
"Do you need me to do anything?"
"Do you know how to fan?"
"Fan? With a fan?"
Zhao Weiran was already a bad student, and she couldn't keep up with Lin Yi's pace.
"Do you know how to fan with your mouth?"
"No, I don't."
"That's it then. Go to the side and fan. Maybe I'll be faster."
