The school attaches great importance to this physics competition.
So much so that they didn't even give us a break on Labor Day. The physics teacher left, but her spirit of physics remains.
Li Qing Mo snapped the pen in his hand and cursed "This is insane", kicked the chair away, and left.
Qingran looked up at him briefly, while Xie Ying'an sitting next to her hadn't even lifted his head.
Because this was already the seventh time Li Qing Mo had snapped a pen this afternoon!
Qingran quietly tucked her pencil case into the crack of the sofa, trying to save the last two pens inside.
Sure enough, Li Qing Mo, who temporarily suppressed his irritation with a bottle of ice-cold cola, stretched his hand towards her as soon as he sat down: "Qingran, lend me a pen."
Qingran shook her head in refusal: "No more pens, bro, you've snapped them all."
Li Qing Mo obviously didn't believe it, merely urging: "Hurry up, there are still a bunch of difficult questions to do."
