Seeing his arm in a plaster cast, it did not seem fake, so Tang Li didn't rush to kick him out.
Fu Si had already opened his suitcase, filled with university textbooks.
Seeing those books, Tang Li inexplicably felt a headache coming on.
Fu Si grabbed a calculus textbook and ran up to Tang Li: "These few days you need to help me with calculus, linear algebra, and calculus, the rest we can talk about later."
...and there will be a later.
Tang Li ignored him and headed straight for the kitchen.
Fu Si immediately followed.
"Shouldn't all good students be willing to help others?" Thinking that the retest was only a week away, he was anxious and had to put on a smile to please Tang Li: "And... we are friends, remember? I helped you chase away that old witch, and even got scratched by her nails on my shoulder."
While speaking, he lifted his arm to lift his sleeve to show Tang Li: "Look, are those scratches still there?"
