Zhen Yu confidently delegated the task of co-writing a draft to Han Mingyue, then set her mind to focusing on studying for skipping a grade.
But Han Mingyue didn't want to easily miss out on this rare opportunity to be alone together and started another conversation.
"Xiao Yu."
"Hm?" Zhen Yu was flipping through a math exercise book, responding while looking for the page she folded the corner of yesterday, ready to write.
"What is your pen name, really?"
Zhen Yu turned her head at the question, her lips slowly curling into a smile, "Guess."
"Sigh..." Han Mingyue realized she wasn't going to tell him and changed the subject, "Can I take a look at the manuscript you submitted?"
"I've sent it off already~"
"You didn't keep a draft copy?" Han Mingyue was puzzled—Mr. Fang said you should keep a copy, and he seemed to have told her that, no?
"Nope~ It was just a trial anyway."
"Alright! Then, can you roughly tell me what it was about?" Han Mingyue compromised.
"No."
