Cao Han said nothing in the cafeteria because he knew why the junior didn't want to see them, and he also knew that saying anything right now would be useless. Yet, at this moment, he wanted to know what Shao Qi was thinking, and he glanced in his direction several times.
Shao Qi acted as though he hadn't noticed the gaze, listening attentively to the teacher's lecture. His well-defined hand held a pen, the fingers slender, straight, and remarkably fair. His grip on the pen was proper and neat, making even a simple gel pen look high-end.
The tip of the pen brushed against the paper with a rustling sound, and neat, elegant characters sprang onto the page—handwriting that could rival that of a master callibrigrapher.
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