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Gu Ran was fully concentrated, ignoring everything around him, something quite simple for a professional psychotherapist.
By the time he came back to his senses, it was already time for lunch. He glanced at his word count and found it was already over five thousand words.
Tomorrow at noon, no, with an extra stint tonight, he could finish it.
Gu Ran stood up with satisfaction to grab some food.
Catching a glimpse of He Qingyan at Su Qing's desk, he felt a flicker of surprise. Could a frantic person really sit so still for such a long time?
Upon closer inspection, she was engrossed in writing her reading reflections on "Conversational Skills with an Idiot."
The reflections were drawn as cartoons, quite skillfully at that. It was easy to see that Su Qing was the one playing the idiot, trying to hold a conversation with He Qingyan.
He Qingyan looked up, her face as white as porcelain with rosy lips. Her sparkling black eyes were beautiful.
