Wei Ling worked tirelessly on the test paper, watching the questions while also observing Tan Rou, who was writing something on her scratch paper with a serene gaze. Wei Ling grew increasingly restless.
What was Tan Rou doing? Could she really solve these problems?
She had been sighing just moments ago, but now she was writing on the scratch paper with her head bowed, her profile lit by the faint light from outside the window. It didn't look like she was taking an exam, but rather crafting a piece of artwork, making one unconsciously settle into silence along with her.
Wei Ling felt that the situation was not good. At this point, she was still caught up in how pretty Tan Rou looked, thinking that even if she was academically poor, many people would still like her.
Wei Ling slapped her forehead twice, casting out all those messy thoughts.