"I forgot to write the speech for the new student representative, Old Zhang is waiting for it. I'll quickly write one to deal with him first." Qiao Yu's voice came from the room, making Qiao Xi lose her temper.
This kid, clearly he's busy in front of the computer every day, how could he forget such an important thing?
"Are you going to eat this leftover or not?" Qiao Xi couldn't help but ask again.
"No, if I'm hungry at night, you can just cook some noodles for me."
...
Sitting in front of the computer, Qiao Yu had already entered thinking mode.
If he had written such a speech earlier, he could have been more casual, just writing a piece about youth, study, and dreams to brush past it.
But postponing until this moment, Qiao Yu felt he needed to add something bold, write something controversial.
So when Old Zhang asked, he could explain it well.
