"Should we tell Mr. Song now and get a new one?" Hu Xiufang suggested.
"When I went out, I saw Mr. Song riding home." Li Qiao wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Hu Xiufang: "Then what do we do?"
Li Qiao was silent, calmly thinking of a solution. Finally, he had a bad idea: "Let me take a look at your admission ticket."
"Okay." Hu Xiufang took out her own admission ticket.
Li Qiao compared it with a draft paper, the color of the paper was the same, but slightly thinner.
He asked Hu Xiufang to get a radish from the canteen chef and then borrow a box of red seal ink from a teacher.
He locked the door and stayed behind, hand-drawing one in the same format and size as the admission ticket.
Then he attached a one-inch black-and-white photo.
Hu Xiufang had prepared everything Li Qiao asked for and sat beside him, watching in awe: "It looks just like it was printed."
