However, even if Zhang Yan was unwilling, he couldn't escape copying it twenty times.
After class, Zhang Yan casually found a seat and sat down. After Zhang Yan sat down, the boy in front of him turned his head and looked at Zhang Yan with admiration.
"Dude, you're something else. You even dared to be late for Abbess Miejue's class. That's impressive." The boy said with a teasing smile.
"It's just bad luck. I didn't remember that it was her class today, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have overslept."
When Zhang Yan saw that it was the boy who used to live in the next dormitory, he laughed and cried helplessly.
"There's nothing we can do this time, but please don't oversleep next time," the boy said to Zhang Yan with a sympathetic look.
After he finished speaking, he patted Zhang Yan on the shoulder, looking understanding.
After all, he had been late once before for some reason, and he still remembered the feeling of copying it twenty times!
After that, I was never late again.
“Yes, I definitely won’t do it again next time,” Zhang Yan replied.
The boy then spoke a few more words to Zhang Yan before turning back.
When the boy turned around, Zhang Yan's previously smiling face suddenly fell.
He was very annoyed by the punishment of copying the text twenty times imposed by Abbess Miejue.
Under these emotional circumstances, Zhang Yan finished the rest of the class.
After class, Zhang Yan took his books and went back to his apartment.
I only have classes in the morning today.
Even though he didn't have classes in the afternoon, Zhang Yan wasn't in the mood to do the copying assignment.
Back in the apartment, I threw the books on the table.
Then he picked up his phone and started chatting with the older women he had added when he was promoting the alcohol.
To maintain good relationships, those people will patronize his business next time.
It took Zhang Yan about two hours to finally exit the chat interface.
After that, I switched to gaming and started playing Honor of Kings.
I completely forgot about copying it twenty times.
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"Zhang Yan, how's the copying going? Why haven't you handed it in yet?!" After Abbess Miejue finished her lesson, she walked up to Zhang Yan and asked him with a serious expression.
His face looked rather unpleasant.
"Teacher, I... I forgot to bring the copybook. I'll bring it to you next time."
After hearing Abbess Miejue's words, Zhang Yan suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.
My heart skipped a beat.
Then, facing Abbess Miejue's dark face, he calmly spouted nonsense.
"Copy it thirty times next time." After hearing Zhang Yan's explanation, Abbess Miejue did not show whether she believed him or not, but instead increased the punishment with a cold expression.
"Yes, teacher." Zhang Yan did not refute Abbess Miejue's words after hearing them, since he had not written a single word yet.
If Abbess Miejue were to send him back to retrieve it now, he would be doomed.
After speaking, Abbess Miejue left.
After seeing Abbess Miejue leave, Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but when he remembered that he had to copy it ten more times, Zhang Yan's face became extremely irritated.
Meanwhile, most of the other students in the classroom had also left.
Besides Zhang Yan, there was another boy in front of Zhang Yan who was still packing his things and hadn't left yet.
Zhang Yan looked closely and recognized the person as the class's top student, the one who always won scholarships.
Not only that, his name is also on the list of poverty subsidies every year.
Zhang Yan remembered that he seemed to be a registered impoverished household.
I overheard a classmate mention it briefly before.
His father died of illness, his mother remarried when he was young, and his grandparents were also in poor health and often needed to take medicine.
He earns his tuition and living expenses every year by working during his holidays, and he also applies for national student grants.
Moreover, Zhang Yan had met him before when he was working part-time at school, and was doing the same part-time job.
So, he's short of money!
Zhang Yan thought to himself after seeing the boy's faded shirt.
Now, thanks to his part-time job at a bar, he has some savings and is no longer in dire straits.
It would be perfect if we could have him do the copying.
With the time he spent copying, he could have earned far more than he would have paid to hire someone to do it.
Zhang Yan hadn't expected the boy to refuse; after all, both of them got what they wanted, so why not?
Thinking of this, Zhang Yan walked over to the boy.
"Li Ziqi, wait, don't go yet, I have something to tell you." Zhang Yan stepped forward to stop her, pressing down on Li Ziqi's book strap with one hand and said.
"What's wrong? Is there something you want to say?" Li Ziqi had already packed up and was about to leave when Zhang Yan suddenly appeared and stopped her, with a hint of doubt on his face.
After all, he hadn't spent much time with Zhang Yan before, and they hadn't really spoken much. He really didn't expect Zhang Yan to stop him and have something to say.
"Li Ziqi, would you like to take on a part-time job?"
"The pay is much more than what you earned from your previous part-time jobs," Zhang Yan said to Li Ziqi with a smile on his face.
"What kind of part-time job?" Li Ziqi asked with a hint of curiosity after hearing Zhang Yan's words.
There was a hint of interest in his voice.
"You know about how Abbess Miejue punished me by making me copy texts, right?"
"He finished copying it for me," Zhang Yan continued.
"I'll give you three hundred then."
“Three hundred won’t do. You know, the amount you were punished with for copying was already quite a lot, not to mention you have to copy it thirty times.” Li Ziqi said, staring intently at Zhang Yan.
Li Ziqi, who hadn't left yet, naturally overheard the conversation between Abbess Miejue and Zhang Yan.
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