Many students sitting in the back row, just like Wang Qiang, had not finished their homework over the winter break.
Initially happily munching on a steamed bun, Wang Qiang's expression fell. He had just forgotten about it, and now someone had brought it up again.
"Man, who didn't? I only wrote Chinese."
"Hehehe, I did one better, I also wrote math."
"Qiangzi, math's easy to write, right? It's all numbers. Just scribble something and you're good," Wang Qiang said with the tone of an insider.
"It's useless even if you write it. The math teacher isn't fierce. If you don't write, at most you'll get scolded a bit, or you'll have to stand as punishment for a few classes. I don't care."
That made sense, and the others nodded upon hearing it.
"That's true, as long as you've written Master Extinction's Chinese homework, you're fine."
"Absolutely, who dares not to write Chinese? The title 'Master Extinction' is not to be taken lightly."
