NovelEnglishOn the other side of things...
Crimson shot Flora a text, saying everything with Aisha had been sorted out. Flora, in the middle of a chat with Connor, quickly replied. Just then, a video call from Jules popped up. She hadn't meant to answer it, but her fingers, which were typing away, accidentally hit the accept button.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOn the screen, Jules appeared, wearing an old, worn-out cardigan, his face smudged with dirt. He looked pretty rough. Behind him stretched an endless mountain range. He rubbed his hands together, his voice dripping with insincerity, "Flora..." Flora knew him too well; if he was calling, he was definitely out of cash. She just stared at him, saying nothing.
Still rubbing his hands, Jules continued, "I heard you sold your dance copyright for fifty million. That's impressive! I'm out in the sticks in Quzhou right now. Conditions here are tough, but no worries, I'm not afraid of a bit of hardship for the sake of medicine." Flora watched his performance quietly: "Account number." His hands stopped their busywork and rested on his hips, his smile growing wider, "Oh, con, do I look like someone who covets that fifty million? I'll send my account number right away." "It's fine, I'm hanging up." "Wait, I do have something to tell you... Never mind, I'll talk to you about it when I get back. The experiment here is almost over; I'll catch up with you then." Flora responded indifferently.
Morning was packed with classes, and so was the afternoon, all of them core courses and beyond tough! Cynthia and Eilies were both wiped out, collapsing onto their beds in the dorm as soon as they got back, barely able to keep their eyes open.
"Do we still have that web design class tonight?" Cynthia could barely keep her eyes open.
Eilies answered, "Yep, and the teacher left us a really tough assignment." Cynthia groaned, getting up to turn on her computer. "Whoever recommends studying medicine deserves a lightning strike!" Eilies also got up. After only two web design classes, just when they had barely learned to use Dreamweaver, the teacher asked them to create a promotional webpage for National Day. They opened the software, reading the book and writing code at the stime.
Seeing Flora lying on the bed without moving, Cynthia kindly reminded her, "Flora, do you want to cdown and do it together? This assignment is pretty tough. I'm afraid you won't have enough tlater." "You guys go ahead." After chatting with Connor for a while, and once he left for a meeting, Flora finally opened her laptop, launched the software, and her fingers flew over the keyboard.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTen minutes later, she saved her code, closed her laptop, and got off the bed. Cynthia and Eilies were still glued to their laptops, reading the book and slowly tapping out code at a snail's pace. Flora was getting anxious just watching them.
After she cback from the restroom, she heard Cynthia wail, "I did everything according to the book! What went wrong, why doesn't it look right?" "Letsee."
Flora walked over, glanced at her code, and frowned. "You've got a few problems here." She quickly pointed out serrors: "You added the hyperlink wrong here, and over there....." Eilies also leaned in to listen.
"Flora, you're amazing!"
Eilies and Cynthia both looked at her with admiration. A true expert indeed; while they were barely paying m attention in class, Flora, who seemed less attentive, knew how to do everything they couldn't! Flora handed them her laptop. "This is what I did; you can use it for reference." "When did you finish this?!"
Eilies and Cynthia were shocked; they had been tapping away for half an hour and had completed less than adcompleted half, Flora had been on her phone the whole time; when had she finished? "Just now." Flora replied nonchalantly. Just now... It seemed like Flora had been on her computer for a while, but it was less than ten minutes...
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