"Am I that kind of person, Teacher Lan?"
Qiao Yu said indignantly and, without waiting for Lan Jie to react, presented his request: "Actually, I just want to get some benefits for my deskmate. Oh, who knows what got into him, suddenly he's desperate to get into a good high school, but he's really only at class 13 level, and there are only a few days left until the high school entrance exam, so I think it's doubtful he'll make it.
Last time our teacher said, you were planning to make me take a year off. I don't need the time off, but he does, and you can definitely help figure something out, right? If he can take a year off, I'll move my desk to class 1 at lunchtime, how about it?"
Lan Jie was originally going to persuade Qiao Yu not to cause such a fuss, but knowing Qiao Yu's temperament, using this as a bargaining chip probably means their relationship is genuinely good, so he held back and said, "You and your deskmate have a good relationship? What's his name?"
