Senior Song raised her hand up high. “Teacher Zhang.”
“Little Song, please speak.” Zhang Ye answered.
Senior Song stood up and said solemnly, “Can you give a few more examples that prove that the chapters after the eightieth were not written by the same person? Is there any more proof?”
Zhang Ye smiled and said, “Of course there is, but…” Looking at his watch, he said, “The time for today’s class is almost up. There’s only three minutes left.”
Senior Zhou hurriedly said, “Aiyah, just carry on talking!”
Senior Song also immediately said, “If you end it here, many people will definitely not be able to sleep well tonight. Can you extend it a bit longer? Just extending another ten minutes would do!” She was thirsty for knowledge.
“That’s right!”
“Keep talking!”
“Don’t end the class! You are right in the middle!”