An Yan looked at Mu Enyu with admiration. Her little deskmate was quite smart.
"It doesn't matter. Let them do whatever they want. In the face of absolute power, any conspiracy or trick is in vain!"
When Mu Enyu saw how certain she was, she relaxed. "Exactly, our paper is so perfect. Even if An Shimeng and her group are strong, the best they can hope for is a draw!"
An Yan smiled. Her little deskmate was too naïve; such a draw was impossible. And the draw that An Shimeng's group was hoping for was also impossible. An Shimeng was waiting to see her become a laughingstock. And she was waiting for the chance to smoothly get the members of their thesis group to contribute Yezi to her.
"Sigh! Who knows when Su Siming and Liang Chen will come back?"
