The next day, Ye Zhaohui had big dark circles under his eyes, looking extremely dispirited.
Daoist Chen, on the other hand, seemed quite energetic, not appearing tired at all.
"Daoist, that little witch didn't show up, just sent a black cat who showed up seven or eight times overnight. I couldn't get a good night's sleep. If this continues, my exams are doomed."
Daoist Chen leisurely stroked his beard, "Do you want to be scratched by a black cat until you're a bloody mess every day? Clearly, I'm saving you."
"But..."
Ye Zhaohui scratched his head in frustration and had to go to class.
Today was a public class, attended together with another class.
Ye Zhaohui was currently preparing for a national-level exam. When he entered the classroom, his classmates immediately asked in low voices:
"How's your exam preparation going?"
"I see you have heavy dark circles, is it because you've been studying hard?"
