"If you don't write a self-criticism, you'll never remember the lesson."
Xia Xiaochong: "..."
"Even if you do write it, you won't remember."
Xia Xiaochong: "..."
What the heck...
Xia Xiaochong felt full of disdain for Ji Yang, but still obediently nodded.
"Alright."
Ji Yang looked at the little girl's dispirited appearance and spoke again, "How about this, if you pass the exam this time without failing any subjects, you won't have to write it. Otherwise... double it, and give me six thousand words."
Xia Xiaochong: "..."
What?
Xia Xiaochong was even more baffled.
After listening to Ji Yang's words and realizing what he meant, she nodded heavily.
"Okay, okay, it's a deal."
"Mm."
Ji Yang watched as the little girl's expression changed from dejection to joy, then to an excited child-like state, and he gently curled his lips.
This little girl... is really something.
