Lin Wei's heart suddenly jumped.
She stared at Jiang Su for a moment, then quickly turned around.
Jiang Su watched her slender retreating figure for a while, and then watched as he opened the pink envelope.
Inside was a piece of white paper filled with words.
The first thing that caught his eye was the three slightly larger characters in the middle of the first line: Self-Criticism Report.
Jiang Su: "..."
This self-criticism report was a model among such notes, its characters neatly written, its words sincere, its tone of admitting mistakes commendable.
If it weren't for recognizing the handwriting of his desk-mate, he wouldn't dare to believe this was written by someone who was a flawless model student.
This seemed more like the work of a student who had been punished every day and had gained insights from writing self-criticism reports.
