"Here you are." He handed over a computer. The people on the spot laughed. Just now in class, the math teacher said that the formula of Ye's ink-wash calculation was not a problem, but the calculation results were always out of order, careless, and only rely on the computer.

Others were in a hurry, and the school grass was laughing. Qiao Hui, sitting in front of her, put aside her head and poked the book with a compass in her unhappy hand.

"Why, that's your prince charming, but go and grab it, you look hundreds of times better than that leaf of ink."

"No robbery, I didn't know before that...