Shen Xin stuffed the registration form back into Chen Xinming's hands, then glared at him forcefully and said: "Write it yourself!"
Chen Xinming could only obediently pick up the black fountain pen on the desk and started to fill it out earnestly.
After he finished, Tianxin reached out for his form, took a serious look, and saw that the handwriting on the form was vigorous and sharp, comparable to that of a master calligrapher.
Writing Chinese so well and claiming he can't write??
Tianxin couldn't help but look at him with a full head of black lines, wondering what this guy was thinking, trying all sorts of ways to trick her the moment they met. Could he possibly be another Chen Yiran??
She then thought again, this guy is so close to Chen Yiran, and as the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together," maybe he really is the same type as Chen Yiran...
Suddenly, Tianxin felt that the prospects for her second year of college were looking bleak.
