with me here, you don't need to force yourself

on the first day of the college entrance examination, yu tingchuan sat on the sofa and took out the mifei rabbit pen to solve the problem on an A4 paper.

song qincheng sat and waited at the side. the pink neutral pen she used for the exam appeared especially 'slender' in yu tingchuan's hand. the way he held the pen was especially standard. compared to her writing on the table, yu tingchuan's posture exuded calmness.

looking at the 'y',' x', and the mathematical symbols he wrote, they were not scribbled, but with great strength. it gave her the illusion that all business men were good at writing.

"is it really that difficult?" song qincheng asked after a while.

at the very least, she was at her wits 'end.