Snitch
Jian Jianan felt that the relationship between her and Shan Jiqing was particularly wonderful.
She herself had a strong feeling that there was a strange situation between the two of them?
There has been a certain change in the relationship. The most important thing is that Shan Jiqing also knows this, but she did not make it clear to Shan Jiqing. The two of them have a strange tacit understanding. They know this to each other, but have no intention of speaking out.
Jian Jianan felt embarrassed, which was rare for him. But look at Shan Jiqing. After finishing his midnight snack, he consciously went to clean up the dishes, with the apron he brought from China hanging around his waist. I don’t know why Shan Jiqing needed to bring something from China that could be bought for one dollar at the small supermarket downstairs?
Is it because this sky blue apron really makes him look virtuous and kind?
Jian Jianan shook her head and quickly shook these thoughts out of her head. What she didn't remember was that Jian Jianan had previously praised this apron with the five words "full of childlike fun".
Jian Jianan felt she needed to change her approach to Shan Jiqing. She had originally treated Shan Jiqing like a childhood friend; the two had known each other for ten years, always accompanying and protecting each other as friends.
But just last weekend they went to see an opera performance. When they walked out of the theater, he came over and supported her. When the two of them looked at each other, Jian Jianan suddenly felt that the identities between them had changed a little, as if they had gone beyond the word "friends".
This made Jian Jianan feel unusually overwhelmed, as she had never had this idea before.
She was a person who believed in her intuition a lot, and she was already 80% sure that the way Shan Jiqing looked at her that night was not innocent.
But she was not very sure. Look at how frank Shan Jiqing was. If she rashly brought it up and then found out that she was really overthinking it, how embarrassing would that be? Wouldn't it seem like she was being too self-indulgent?
Not sure, let’s see.
Jian Jianan was lost in thought the entire night. For the first time, he didn't dream about the paper overviews and abstracts. Instead, he kept replaying in his mind the scene of him and Dan Jiqing taking the subway, the moment when the subway whizzed by and the wind was a little strong, and he supported her and the two of them looked at each other.
The result of having a whole dream the night before yesterday was that I couldn’t sleep well at all. When I got up on Saturday, Jian Jianan felt dizzy and his mind was not clear.
It's easy to get irritated if you don't sleep well. This irritability reached its peak when I saw Shan Jiqing get up early in the morning, prepare breakfast and other housework, and then sit at the dining table and greet Jian Jianan with a refreshed look.
"Hi! Good morning, Nannan. Did you sleep well last night?"
Jian Jianan stared at Shan Jiqing with dead eyes, and really wanted to ask him "What do you think?", but seeing that the other person was so frank and had no guilt in his heart, wouldn't it seem like he had done something wrong if he really asked him back?
Just like that, Jian Jianan replied calmly: "It's okay, what could be wrong? If there is anything, I will definitely tell you first."
When water comes, cover it with earth; when enemies come, fight them with soldiers. Jian Jianan decided to remain unchanged in the face of all changes. Anyway, Shan Jiqing now has a certain tacit understanding with him, and neither of them wants to disrupt the current situation.
Since he hasn't said it clearly, I might as well keep it this way.
Before going to bed last night, Jian Jianan was still worried about how he would get along with Shan Jiqing in the future. It seems that it would be better to maintain normality.
The two began chatting, and Jian Jianan complained about the conflict that happened last week while spreading peanut butter on his toast.
"You have no idea how annoying that teacher is... Anyway, compared to him, I think that teacher Akshay, who had to work really hard to understand what he was saying, has become a little more adorable."
At least the Indian teacher would not make discriminatory remarks. If his accent was a little thick, he would write on the blackboard, trying to make the students understand the class content.
Clint is a complete racist. According to Bailey, he has discriminated against black classmates in the past. He has a long criminal record.
Shan Jiqing was a little worried. "Actually, I encountered this myself when I first started school. My advisor, seeing that I was from China, was initially pessimistic about my experimental progress. He even told me, 'I'll go back to China after three years of struggling.' But one good thing about our industry is that we can at least verify the truth through experiments. Even if he had a big prejudice before, his opinion of me changed after my experiments gradually produced results. Something as serious as yours won't happen."
What Shan Jiqing was most worried about was that Jian Jianan was being targeted by the teacher. He frowned, and his obsidian eyes were filled with worry.
"Your International Economics grade was given by Clint, and the content of the essay is highly subjective. To a large extent, the grade can be summed up as the teacher's opinion. There's no objective answer. Even if you feel the grade doesn't justify the quality of your essay, you have no way to argue, after all, there's no standard answer."
"What if he deliberately gave you a low grade to make you fail the course?"
Shan Jiqing fell into anxiety and seemed even more worried than Jian Jianan.
Jian Jianan was amused and comforted him, "It's okay, it's okay. The matter hasn't been concluded yet. I won't necessarily be given a low score by him. We're just guessing here. Besides, Ye Qingqing and I have been spending a week in the library just to write a better paper. I believe this week's hard work will bear fruit. There's no need to worry too much."
Seeing Jian Jianan's usual confident demeanor, Xia Jiqin gradually felt relieved. He sighed and said hopefully, "I hope so. I also hope Clint won't go too far. What's the big deal about giving you a low score on your paper?!"
But Jian Jianan's guess was not always successful. In the new week's class, the paper results he just received gave him a wake-up call.
"What! F+!"
Jian Jianan looked at her thesis results with a look of disbelief. She thought she was dazzled and quickly put on her glasses.
After confirming again and again, Jian Jianan realized in despair that she was not mistaken. Clint did give her an F+ grade for her paper last week.
Ye Qingqing heard Jian Jianan's exclamation, leaned over to take a look, and was also stunned.
"What!" Ye Qingqing simply didn't believe this grade was real. She and Jian Jiannan looked at each other, their mouths hanging open in disbelief. "No way? Your paper was so well written, and I witnessed how hard you worked throughout the whole process. Even if I don't understand the subject, no matter how much I don't understand or how good it is, I still think your paper is amazing. By my standards, it could even be worth a fortune. Maybe my friend has seen too much and is exaggerating? But no matter what, it can't be just an F+!"
After expressing her feelings about Jian Jianan's thesis results, Ye Qingqing looked back at her own results. If Jian Jianan's paper, which was so good, ended up like this, then her own results must be even worse.
Sure enough, Ye Qingqing took out her paper and immediately saw the grade: F, not even a +!
Ye Qingqing's first reaction was to pinch her philtrum to keep herself awake, so she didn't faint immediately.
Ye wailed softly, "Impossible! I swear I worked really hard on this paper! Nannan, you saw it too, I've been stuck in the library since lunch at six o'clock, the day classes ended. I've been writing furiously, not daring to slack off for even a moment."
Ye Qingqing suddenly felt depressed. "Am I simply not suited to further study? Perhaps I shouldn't have put so much effort into getting this exchange program, and should have given it to other students who needed it more? My first paper got an F, a grade I've never received in China. Am I really that bad?"
Jian Jianan also felt that Ye Qingqing couldn't possibly have gotten this grade. She said seriously, "No, no, no, Ye Qingqing, you mustn't doubt yourself like that. You have to understand one thing. Think about how Clint treated us last week. He was very discriminatory against us Chinese international students! You have to believe that getting this grade doesn't mean anything at all! It just means that his discrimination is also revealed through the grade."
Ye Qingqing looked up at Jian Nan with tears in her eyes and asked her in disbelief: "Really, Nan Nan, do you really think so?"
Jian Jianan nodded, very sure: "Of course, of course I think so!"
She said firmly, "Don't waver at all! Don't doubt yourself, otherwise you'll really fall into Clint's trap! He wants us to doubt ourselves and shake our confidence. Once we fall into his trap, won't we really become what he said last time?"
Last semester, Clint said that they wasted American taxpayers' money to come and study abroad, but didn't learn anything at all. They spent huge amounts of manpower and material resources. It was a complete waste!
This might be one of the reasons why he gave the two papers low scores. Besides the inherent bias, Clint also wanted to use this method to subtly mock Jian Jianan and the others: You are a bunch of losers! You can't even write a good paper, so you should go back to your country as soon as possible!
If Ye Qingqing really felt shaken by this, then it would really be as easy as he thought! Jian Jianan would never think like that!
Ye Qingqing raised her head, tears welling in her eyes. She was comforted by Jian Jianan's words, but she immediately had a new question: "But...but if our next few papers still get the same grades, we will definitely fail this course. But I can't fail!"
She was also thinking about getting good grades in the next semester so that she could become a teaching assistant. If she wanted to be a teaching assistant, her academic performance must be good, and Ye Qingqing could not fail any course.
The paper for this class failed. Ye Qingqing felt that based on Clint's personality as a white pig, he would definitely not give a passing score for the next paper, and it might even be lower!
Jian Jianan slammed the table and said, "No! No! We have to go and ask them properly!"
Jian Jianan wasn't the little girl who would hold back when she suffered injustice. Now, if she didn't understand something, she would definitely get to the bottom of it. She wouldn't give up until Clint gave her a convincing explanation.
Jian Jianan stood up immediately, and Ye Qingqing was unable to stop her. She watched helplessly as she walked towards the podium with a menacing look on her face. Then, in the next second after she stood in front of the podium, her aura suddenly changed. She transformed from a female queen who wanted to be the king of the mountain into a humble and polite Chinese female college student.
Jian Jianan first greeted Clint politely. Even though she wanted to curse him to death and hurl obscenities at him like they were free, she maintained her humility and politeness. She politely asked, "Teacher Clint, I'd like to ask you why my partner and I failed our paper."
As the saying goes, "Don't hit a smiling person." She showed her signature smile that was most loved by the elders, expressing how hard she and her colleagues worked to complete this paper.
"My friend and I spent a week in the library working tirelessly to finish this paper. We both think our paper is well written. Even if you don't think it will get the highest score, you won't get the lowest score either, right?"
"We would also like to know the reason for your grade and would like to ask if you could tell us so that we won't make this small mistake again in our new paper."
Jian Jianan has never been so humble before!
Before Jian Jianan walked towards Clint, he was surrounded by a group of students. Clint's expression was extremely kind to this group of blond-haired and blue-eyed classmates. He would joke with them from time to time. The scene between teacher and students was full of joy.
However, when these classmates left and Jian Jianan walked forward, Clint suddenly looked at Jian Jianan walking towards him with a mocking expression on his face.
He listened to Jian Jianan's words expressionlessly, and then suddenly laughed mockingly at the end of Jian Jianan's voice: "Ah, female student from China, do you really want to know the reason for the essay grading?"
Jian Jianan nodded affirmatively, indicating why she wanted to know the answer. She repeated her reason: "We Chinese have an old saying, 'correct your mistakes as soon as you know them.' Only when we know our mistakes can we correct them and not make them again!"
Clint nodded, then suddenly turned stern and said sternly, "In that case, don't do academic misconduct like plagiarism next time!"
"If you continue like this next time, I will seriously doubt your determination!"
Jian Jianan was stunned, and subconsciously frowned, saying puzzledly: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you said. Could you please explain it more clearly?"
What is academic misconduct? Is it just doubting whether this paper was written by yourself?
Clint sneered, uttering a mocking "Aha!", then threw the pen he had been spinning in his hand onto the table. He stood up and looked down at Jian Jianan: "You know exactly what I'm talking about! I have to remind you again that it's absolutely impossible for everyone to do what they did. Even if no one brought a pen, there will be traces left. If you don't want others to know, then you must not do it from the beginning."
He picked up the paper that Jian Jianan had just handed him for review, pointed at the paper that Jian Jianan had spent a lot of effort on, typing out word for word, and said, "Look at yourself, this paper doesn't even look like something you could write. If you said no one wrote it for you, then you must have copied it from somewhere!"
"You said you've been hanging out in the library this week? Oh, I see. Then I know where you copied it."
Jian Jianan laughed in anger and argued, "Teacher, I don't know why you have such a big prejudice against me. You even think that the paper I spent so much effort to complete independently is plagiarized! I have the original documents and various logic diagrams here, which are enough to prove that this paper is the result of my hard work. It's just that they are all in the dormitory and I didn't bring them to class. If you need, I can show them to you in the next class. I think these are enough to prove my innocence."
Facing Jian Jianan's angry words, Clint still didn't change his mind. "Proof? What can those things of yours prove? I've been teaching here for so many years, how can I not understand this? It's copied, I can see it at a glance. Even if you brought something unknown, how can it possibly change this fact?"
This sentence clearly means that he has no intention of looking at Jian Jianan's evidence, and Jian Jianan has no way to force him to look at it. After doing business with Su Qinxuan and Jian Yangping for so many years, Jian Jianan deeply understands a truth, that is, when a person does not trust you, then no matter what you do, he will not believe you, because he has already formed a preconceived idea, and no matter what you say, there is no way to change his mind.
Jian Jianan didn't know what he was thinking about, so he stopped dwelling on the issue and asked directly, "So, teacher, if you think my paper was plagiarized, does that mean you think it's actually quite good?"
Clint was a little impressed at this point. "Although I don't know where you saw this paper, or so many papers, I have to say you have a pretty good eye for it. You know which papers to copy."
"If I didn't know the characteristics of you Chinese, this paper..." Clint didn't draw a conclusion but nodded, and Jian Jianan understood what he meant.
Jian Jianan nodded. "Good teacher, I understand. Let me ask you one more question. You think my paper is academically unsound and that's why you gave me a low score. Then I want to ask, my partner Ye Qingqing also got an F. What's her reason?"
Clint was already impatient, thinking that Jian Jianan was really tactless. Why did he keep asking questions here?
"Why not? She's with you, and you just said you two are partners, so academic misconduct must be committed by both of you. Anyway, I suggest you two stop bothering me. Instead of wasting time, you'd better go back and think about writing your next paper!"
Jian Jianan confirmed one last time: "So, teacher, you don't intend to look at our proof, nor do you intend to listen to our defense. You have determined that the paper we submitted is entirely plagiarized, right?"
Clint stopped talking, and Jian Jianan also lost interest in asking questions. Fortunately, she was still rational and said goodbye to Clint before leaving.
Clint shook his head as she left, thinking that next time he should find a chance to see which book Jian Jianan had stitched the pieces together. He was also interested in the book and wanted to borrow it to read.
He felt that the person behind these papers must be a great scholar. If it weren't for the face of the person behind them, he wouldn't even give Jian Nan an F+! At most, he would give her an F.
Jian Jianan rushed forward with great momentum, then returned with a sullen look on her face. She reported the results to Ye Qingqing, "Don't even think about it. He's just prejudiced and doesn't believe we wrote this paper ourselves. He thinks we must have plagiarized or hired someone to write it for us. Anyway, I heard a lot of discrimination in his words. I feel that proving our own case is impossible, and he doesn't need our proof. We have to find other ways to wash away the stain of plagiarism."
Ye let out a slight "ah", not understanding why Jian Jianan was acting as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Jian Jianan told her, "Plagiarism is no small matter, especially on American university campuses. It's even more serious. This kind of academic misconduct is enough to get you expelled from the university. We must take it seriously."
Ye Qingqing was also startled and exclaimed, "What should we do? Will he report us to the school? If we are really expelled from school, how can I face returning home to see my family?"
Moreover, she was slandered and fired for something she had never done. Ye Qingqing was extremely unwilling to accept this!
Jian Jianan patted her shoulder and followed the last group out of the classroom. She advised Ye Qingqing to relax, "Don't worry. Clint has to write a paper for this class every month. We still have at least a month to resolve this matter. Let's go back and think of a solution. I believe that with our wisdom, we can definitely resolve it satisfactorily."
Ye Qingqing was also infected by the decisiveness in Jian Jiannan's painting and nodded with her: "Okay, I believe you, Nannan! In this case, let's work together to find a solution!"
Don't think that Jian Jianan said it so lightly. In fact, if you ask her for a solution, she couldn't think of it right away. After all, the difficulty of this matter lies in proving that she did not plagiarize.
Self-proof is the most difficult thing. Although Jian Jianan has their mind maps and logic diagrams in his hands and can prove to anyone that these two papers are definitely his own works, but with Clint's stubborn character, once he has a conclusion, he will no longer listen to your explanation. Jian Jianan feels that it is useless to hand over his evidence to him.
So, to whom should she give this evidence?
Jian Jianan thought about it, but couldn't figure it out, so he decided to go back and see if anyone else had any good ideas.
This thought reminded me of this weekend, when the enthusiastic Brother Huang came to organize a gathering for everyone again.
At the party, international students from all over the country now have a lot in common, and they all talk about their experiences this month.
Of course, in this special historical context, the most talked about topic is the discrimination that individuals encounter.
From what Jian Jianan heard, some students were booed by their classmates as soon as the class started, others would deliberately imitate their Chinese English when answering questions, and would make insulting gestures such as squinting their eyes and touching their noses. Even though Jian Jianan had not experienced it personally, he felt very angry after listening to it.
Ye Qingqing also explained what happened to her and Jian Jianan. "That's really too much! Just because our papers were well written, Clint actually thought mine and Nan Nan's were plagiarized. He didn't even give us a chance to defend ourselves. It was completely his subjective opinion, with no evidence at all. I don't understand how someone who believes everything he hears became a professor at NYU!"
Upon hearing about something like a paper that affected their grades, the others fell silent. No matter what strange things they had experienced in class, they could just endure it and adjust their minds. However, what Jian Jianan and Ye Qingqing had experienced was not something that could be easily overcome by simply "enduring it." This was a serious matter! If the teacher accidentally determined that they had plagiarized, it was very likely that neither of them would be able to get rid of the charge of "plagiarism" from then on!
Seeing everyone's solemn expressions, Brother Huang felt he should take on the responsibility of being the big brother. He wiped his mouth, which was covered in chicken grease, and said solemnly, "This matter is indeed a bit difficult to handle. The main problem is that your teacher, Clint, has already determined that you two plagiarized. It will be difficult to prove to him that you didn't. Besides, the grades have already been assigned, so it's really difficult to change them."
Ye Qingqing immediately despaired after hearing what Brother Huang said. She felt that even such a capable Brother Huang, who had been in the United States for several years, could not solve these problems. Then she and Jian Jianan were really in trouble this time!
Ye Qingqing felt disheartened, and even the Hainanese chicken rice in her mouth lost its flavor. She put down her chopsticks halfway through her meal, not wanting to eat anything else.
God knows how many months they have been eating sandwiches at school. Suddenly, Brother Huang said he wanted to have a meal in Chinatown, and Ye Qingqing was very much looking forward to it.
Jian Jianan wasn't frightened by Huang's conclusion. She asked, "I was helped by a black classmate before, and then I met Mr. Clint. Although he's racist, he doesn't seem to be averse to everyone. From what I've observed, although he also hates black students, at least he doesn't target them so obviously, unlike us Chinese students."
Huang laughed heartily and told Jian Jianan about what could be considered the history of African American resistance in the United States. He told Jian Jianan, "Ever since the large-scale protests by African Americans, a consensus has gradually formed in society. It's not an exaggeration to say it's politically correct. So, how can we compare with them? This was all won with the blood of our predecessors!"
Jian Jianan nodded thoughtfully. "So that's how it is. I was wondering why Clint had such a strange attitude. Logically, if he wanted to discriminate, every person of color would be treated differently. But I saw that he was actually quite polite to the black students in our class. So it has something to do with history."
But knowing this didn't really solve the problem they were facing. Jian Jianan humbly asked Brother Huang for advice: "Brother Huang, what do you think Qingqing and I should do? If our thesis doesn't pass, we'll fail the course. Qingqing and I have studied so hard, and we don't want to be accused of academic misconduct!"
Huang thought about it, frowned, and slowly shook his head: "This is a difficult matter. Although democracy and freedom play a large role in American universities, you are students after all, and he is a teacher after all. He is naturally at a disadvantage. He holds the power of grading. You can only get the score he says you will get. It is difficult to change it."
Jian Jianan was also a little disappointed: "Then there is no way at all?"
She asked, "I've seen in the campus policy handbook that if students disagree with their grading, they can report it to the school administration office with proof. Is that not allowed?"
Huang laughed heartily. He was so amused by Jian Jianan that he even stopped eating. He pointed at her lightly with his finger, "Naive! Naive, naive, really too naive! Which campus system doesn't have such a sentence? If there wasn't such a sentence, it would be a real big deal. I don't know how many students would complain and report us. But wanting to report is one thing, and whether others will accept your report is another! Think about it, the school and the teachers are in cahoots with each other, and we are still at the bottom of the discrimination chain. Who do you think will accept our report and seek justice for us?"
Jian Jianan also felt that what Brother Huang said made sense. It was true, but the truth was there. Reporting the teacher to the school sounded very risky, and the success rate was very low. At least, although Jian Jianan was the first person to propose doing so, she didn't think it would succeed.
Ye Qingqing was desperate. "If this doesn't work and that doesn't work, what are we going to do with our papers? We have to hand in a paper one month, and another major assignment the next! If he still accuses us of plagiarism, then we'll have failed our regular assignments twice, and we'll definitely fail the entire course by the end of the semester!"
Ye Qingqing slumped back on the chair, looking as if she had lost all hope in life.
Jian Jianan still refused to give up. She persistently asked Brother Huang, "Has no one ever reported this school since its founding? No matter how strict a school's rules and regulations are, or how dedicated its teachers are, there are bound to be some unfairness. Has no one ever successfully reported a teacher before?"
Jian Jianan didn't believe it.
Brother Huang was suddenly speechless. He searched his mind, racking his brains, and finally said to Jian Jianan: "It seems... in my memory, there seems to be a student who succeeded."
What! Someone really succeeded! Jian Jianan immediately poured a cup of tea for Huang Dada, "Brother, please take your time. Qingqing and I's paper grades depend on you!"
Brother Huang was flattered by Jian Jianan, so he didn't make a fuss and told him the story from his memory.
"It's like this..."
At the end of the dinner party, Jian Jianan and his group walked out of the Hainan restaurant in Chinatown one by one and said goodbye to each other.
Unlike the people who had sad faces when they first came, everyone has gotten rid of their bad emotions after talking, and now they all have smiles on their faces.
But Ye Qingqing and Jian Jianan were the only two who didn't smile. Ye Qingqing felt that the future was bleak and she hadn't found a good solution yet. However, Jian Jianan was also frowning. She had already had a vague idea of a plan, and the most important thing now was to find ways to implement it.
Jian Jianan said goodbye to Ye Qingqing, who was sighing, and returned to the apartment.
She was thinking about the problem all the way. When she entered the house, suddenly a hand stretched out from somewhere and took the coat in her hand. Jian Jianan was shocked!
"Shocking!" Only after seeing clearly that it was Shan Jiqing did Jian Jianan relax completely.
"So it's you, Xiaoqing. Oh, yes, you were supposed to come to my house today. It's all my fault. I was so lost in thought along the way that I forgot you were coming today."
Shan Jiqing teased her with a smile: "Why are you so scared all of a sudden? I thought you were doing something bad that I didn't know about."
Jian Jianan also followed his words and said, "As for the bad things, although I haven't done them yet, I do have plans to do them."
Shan Jiqing was just joking at first, but when he heard Jian Jianan say that, he was completely in disbelief: "You, what did you say? What did you do that was against your conscience?"
He looked worried, as if he was really afraid that Jian Jianan had done something wrong as he said. Shan Jiqing suddenly remembered that when the two of them were in elementary school, Jian Jianan was the first person to do business on campus. Later, when she was in junior high school, she started a campus loan business. Although Shan Jiqing was always by her side and covered up for her at that time, Shan Jiqing realized now that he had grown up that the loan business was indeed illegal.
Shan Jiqing was desperately trying to recall the American laws he had read in his mind, wanting to know what shocking idea Jian Jianan had. He had to make her hold the line in her heart and not cross it!
Even if he took a step back, if Jian Jianan really crossed that line, Shan Jiqing wouldn't really have the heart to report her. Now he just hoped that Jian Jianan wouldn't do what he thought.
Jian Jianan didn't understand why he looked like he was facing a great enemy. He raised his eyes and looked at him strangely: "Why are you glaring at me? Why are you looking at me so strangely? I just said I would fight back."
Shan Jiqing understood how unfairly Jian Jianan had been treated before. Now, after hearing what his friend said, he realized that she had no intention of doing anything out of line, but just wanted to fight back within a reasonable range, at least to get back the points she deserved. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"Okay, okay, so this is what you mean by doing something wrong. Then tell me, how are you going to deal with Clint?"
Speaking of this, Jian Jianan felt confident. She talked endlessly about her method to Shan Jiqing, and at the end she humbly asked him, "I plan to do this. What do you think, Xiaoqing? Do you think this method is feasible? I think you are the most careful person in doing things. If I have any omissions, you must point them out to me."
Shan Jiqing: “…”
He didn't even know what kind of image he had in Jian Jianan's mind, and why he had to involve himself when doing bad things, and specifically asked for his advice, with the reason being that he was the most experienced in doing such things and would not be caught.
Jian Jianan didn't understand Shan Jiqing's pain and continued asking, "Just tell me, if you think there are any omissions in the method I just described, just tell me boldly and I'll fill it in. You don't want to see your friends crying because they failed the exam, do you?"
Shan Jiqing still couldn't stand Jian Jianan talking like this, so she immediately put her little complaints behind her and tilted her head to think seriously about the shortcomings of her previous plan.
The two discussed for an entire night. When Shan Jiqing yawned for the first time, Jian Jianan excitedly closed his notebook with a "click" and was full of fighting spirit. He was about to roll up his sleeves and get to work.
"Okay! It's a deal then. I'll deal with him when I get back to school next week. Don't delay. If we delay until the paper is due next month, things will be terrible!"
Shan Jiqing was amused. While drinking tea, he asked Jian Jianan, "When do you plan to submit the documents to the Academic Affairs Office?"
"Let's go tomorrow!"
Jian Jianan rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, "I plan to stay up all night tonight to write the report, and then discuss it with you and Ye Qingqing tomorrow, and then hand it over tomorrow afternoon. After all, speed is what matters, to catch Clint off guard."
Jian Jiannan became more and more excited as he spoke, enthusiastically describing his counterattack to Shan Jiqing, but he did not notice that Shan Jiqing's expression was becoming increasingly gloomy.
When Jian Jianan said, "Hey Xiaoqing, didn't you just bring a bag of coffee? Let's drink it tonight? I'm afraid I can't make it through the night without coffee!", Shan Jiqing's face became as dark as the night outside the window.
Shan Jiqing never came to Jian Jianan Apartment empty-handed every weekend. He would bring his own gift every time. Last week it was a delicious korma near his school, and this week it was coffee powder produced by a famous coffee shop.
As soon as Jian Jianan glanced at the gift, he immediately felt that he really needed its company in tonight's battle.
Shan Jiqing couldn't hold it in any longer and roared, "You're still drinking coffee! Want to stay up all night? No! Go to your room and get some sleep! If you need any report materials, get up and write them tomorrow!"
He said with a forced smile: "I told you before, if I catch you staying up late again, I will tell your uncle and aunt."
Jian Jianan: "..."
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