A CERTAIN SOMEONE ( THE ON1Y ONE )

Chapter 021 - Correction Collection

Jiang Tian Got Me to Pass This to You, He Said That You Left It in His Bag.

Sheng Wang was a little stumped.
He truly wanted to know when Jiang Tian would sleep only, he did not expect the other person to reply with that at all. The development of events went way out of hand, the young master was caught completely off guards.

Even more off guarded, was that there was soon a knock at his room’s door. Sheng Wang froze for two seconds, and quickly went to open the door with a shuffle of his slippers.
Jiang Tian stood outside of the door, the hand that knocked was holding a loose leaf notebook, the other hand was scrolling through his phone.

It’s already so late, yet he had plenty of official business to deal with, Sheng Wang thought idly.
Like last time round, Jiang Tian did not look left and right when he entered. He was talking to someone about something, and walked straight to the table as he typed.
Sheng Wang followed right behind him.

He finished typing the last few words right next to the table before he finally locked his phone and tossed it into his pocket. He turned to look at Sheng Wang’s corrections collection and asked, “Where are you stuck at?”
Sheng Wang laughed dryly, “I wasn’t.”
Jiang Tian shot a glimpse at the wall clock, “You’re not stuck but it’s already 2.30am?”
“What’s this look of yours.” Sheng Wang wanted to hit someone. He was at the risk of losing his face. His finger knocked against the notebook as he said, “I’m self-studying, this speed is already not bad.”
Jiang Tian casually flipped through a few pages with his eyes lowered, “Then what did you want to ask?”
Sheng Wang couldn’t squeeze any question out.

He wanted to say ‘I actually didn’t mean it’, but if he seriously went with that, he dreaded that Jiang Tian would instantly walk away with a poker-face, and he would never have that patience ever again.
That means that he would have to spam him with tiny people on WeChat again.
Sheng Wang thought about the consequence, and felt he could also have this ‘meaning’.

“How about—” he rubbed his neck, putting his face at stakes and said, “how about you help me sort this out, what’s the typical difficulty level in the weekly test? I’ve only ever taken the test once, I can’t quite grasp it yet.”
Not so long ago, this was what other people always said to him, he had never ever thought in a million years that the reverse would happen.

He thought that Jiang Tian, as a lucky person who had the fortune to hear this coming from him, should go buy a lottery ticket. After all, this line would only ever appear once, there was no way he would say it a second time.
Sheng Wang thought, self importantly.

There was only one chair in the bedroom. He graciously gave it up to Jiang Tian, and sat at the edge of the table with much familiar ease. He reached to the other side of the desk and fished out an empty notebook. He spun his pen as he said to Jiang Tian, “Done, you may begin.”
Jiang Tian eyed his improper sitting position, and his thumb pressed down on the pen as he asked, “Can I draw on the collection?”
“Up to you,” Sheng Wang said, “it will be torn out in the end anyways.”
“Torn?”
Sheng Wang explained, “I'll just strike a question out if I have no more doubts after doing it two times, and then tear the page once it’s filled. Saves me from wasting the few seconds it takes to sweep through them again next time.”

He himself was already this sloppy, Jiang Tian did not bother with being courteous anymore. He roughly looked through the collection, clicked his blue pen, and drew giant brackets around some questions.
As he drew, he said, “These few pages are key points.”
“Don’t need to look at the main question for these two pages.”

He crossed out a few pages with zero mercy while saying, “This part is not really useful.”
“When you have time, give the remaining ones a look, if you didn’t it doesn’t really affect much anyway.”