C42 Bad Years

Dean Qin smiled, "Are you happy now?"

She nodded vigorously, then took the pen beside her and quickly wrote a line of words, "I will prepare well!"

Dean Qin was happy. It had been a long time since he saw her injected with chicken blood. "Then can I look forward to you winning the championship?"

She scratched her hair and smiled shyly. "I will work hard