"The two of you, get out and stand as punishment!”
The math teacher roared.
Song Zijie and Zhou Xingxing stood at the door.
"Damn bastard, you actually gave me the wrong question!”Zhou Xingxing had spent a lot of money, but in the end, many of the answers inside were wrong. This time, he was directly transferred out and punished.
"Brother Jie…this case hasn't been solved yet, and we're already living a miserable life. Do you have any ideas?”
Zhou Xingxing placed his hopes on Song Zijie.
Song Zijie rolled his eyes.
"It's better to ask for help than to ask for help from others. Think of a way yourself. I can't help you now!”
After all, the big fish had not arrived yet. Now, they could only play in school.
Zhou Xingxing's hopes were instantly dashed when he heard Song Zijie's words.
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Another helpless day passed.
Song Zijie returned to his residence and lay down on the sofa. There was a pile of teaching courses in front of him.
Other than English, he had already mastered it thoroughly. His writing was like a spirit, and he finished all the questions in an instant.
It was a little difficult for him to speak Mandarin.
However, with his hard work, he quickly completed it.
As for the rest, mathematics, history, chemistry, and so on…even if a knife was held to his neck, he wouldn't be able to write them.
Zhou Xingxing wasn't doing any better. He was even worse off than him.
At this moment, he was kneeling in front of Master Guan with a big bundle of incense in his hand.
Instantly, they were praying to the heavens and the earth. That abstract scene was simply unparalleled.
Song Zijie's mouth twitched as he watched from the side.
F * ck.
If begging Master Guan was useful, why would he bother learning?
"Ding! [Mission: If the host can complete all the homework tomorrow and hand it over, the host will be rewarded with a master's degree.]”
Pa!
Tnd was this.
After Song Zijie received the mission from the system, he was delighted.
This was really a timely rain. What he lacked now was this knowledge. With a master's degree, these questions were simply a piece of cake for him.
While Song Zijie was happy, he thought of another problem.
The next question was…how to complete all these assignments?
That's right, copying!
In Sun Tzu's Art of War, all was fair in war.
Who cares if he wrote it himself or copied it from others?
Completing the mission was the most important thing.
Otherwise, everything would be nonsense.
Song Zijie ignored Zhou Xingxing who was going crazy.
He arrived at the Jellyhorse Trading Co., Ltd.
Song Zijie rushed in like the wind.
Uncle Jian, who was handling various matters, and Song Zihao were both shocked.
"Jason, what are you doing? How reckless!"
Song Zihao looked at his brother's reckless behavior and was a little curious.
"Big Brother, make it short. You should understand these questions, right?”
Song Zihao looked at all the textbooks and homework on the table…and his head suddenly swelled.
"Do you know why I went to that industry?”
Song Zihao asked.
Song Zijie didn't need to think to know the reason.
"I didn't expect that…Big Brother, you're also a bad student!”
"Little brat, watch your words!"
Song Zihao blushed.
Damn it, he had placed his hopes on the wrong person.
Song Zijie was on the verge of tears. There were only six hours left until tomorrow morning.
Just as Song Zijie was at his wit's end, Uncle Jian picked up his textbook and read it carefully. He actually spoke excellent English.
"F * ck…Uncle Jian, your English is so good!”Song Zijie seemed to have discovered a new continent.
Uncle Jian was happy to hear the praise. Then, he said,"In the past, my dream was to become an accomplished scholar. However, I accidentally killed someone in an accident. That was unfortunate and caused me to be imprisoned. However, the knowledge from those years is still here.”
Uncle Jian pointed at his own head.
Song Zijie's eyes lit up when he heard that.
"That's great. Uncle Jian, please help me solve these questions!”
Uncle Jian laughed as he took the pen and began to teach Song Zijie, solving the questions.
Song Zihao watched this scene from the side with a hint of joy on his face.
Seeing that it was already late at night, she ordered a few supper.
Uncle Jian was helping to tutor Song Zijie, so he was able to handle it with ease.
Soon, the homework was completed successfully.
"Uncle Jian, thank you!"
Song Zijie smiled calmly, grabbed his bag and walked out.
Before Song Zijie left, Song Zihao was afraid that he would miss the ribbon-cutting ceremony tomorrow, so he couldn't help but remind him.
"Alright, big brother, I'll come over when I have time!”
Song Zijie's voice echoed in the elevator before disappearing.
The excited Song Zijie walked leisurely on the streets. It was already late at night.
There were few pedestrians on the streets.
However, just as he passed by a restaurant, he suddenly heard a cry for help from the alley beside the restaurant.
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