"..." Tianxin turned her head, looked at the cheat sheet she had written halfway through, reluctantly took out her phone, snapped a photo, and then sent it to Chen Yiran:
Wuuu... my cheat sheet was despised by them.
After a while, Chen Yiran's message came back:
Did you write it by hand??
Tianxin typed on her phone with a pitiful look:
Yeah, it was so hard to write this much.
Two minutes later, Chen Yiran replied:
Then why didn't you type it on a computer and shrink it for printing??
Tianxin held her phone, looked at the sentence on the screen, and could no longer suppress the feelings of indignation in her heart.
Damn!! Even people from Chen Yiran's generation used shrink printing!!
Wuuu!! She suddenly felt so embarrassed!!
"Tianxin, what's wrong??" Shen Xin, who was playing a BOSS game, noticed Tianxin's dejected expression and her head buried in her arms without moving for a long time, so she couldn't help but ask.
