Bai Xiqin stared at her phone, slightly dazed.
She was still a fourth-year college student!
The thesis defense would never come to pass.
Bai Xiqin replied to Zhang Yiming: I haven't written it.
Zhang Yiming's message quickly came back, 'How about I write it for you? I can get it done by tomorrow.'
Bai Xiqin was about to refuse; the apocalypse was here, who cares about writing a thesis now!
However, thinking that tomorrow is the apocalypse, staying at home seemed safer.
So she decisively replied, 'Okay, remember to write the thesis for me at home tomorrow!!!'
Zhang Yiming stared intently at Bai Xiqin's reply, his eyes curving into a slight smile.
After replying with an 'Okay,' he placed his phone to the side.
On the computer screen was programming software about a frequency meter.
Zhang Yiming's long fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, and a stream of numbers and letters appeared on the computer.
Suddenly, a drop of bright red blood fell onto the keyboard.
