Zhou Mingyun clasped his math paper and said to his deskmate with a smile, "Thank you, you are my light."
The deskmate looked calm, lowered his usually gentle eyes, and kept turning the pen in his hand to circle the question.
Zhou Mingyun thought that in this parallel time and space, "I" was a genius who could easily win awards, and the teacher relied on me extra heavily. "Come on, answer this question." Zhou Mingyun glanced at the question and said that she didn't understand it, but in order to preserve her character, she couldn't say anything.
"42." A very deep voice helped her out.
Intention: You are my light