"You're worried about this and that, why not worry about how you'll do on your college entrance exams," Nathan Foster couldn't help but glance at her as he spoke.
"What's there to worry about? Lately, it's you who's been tutoring me for the exams. With you escorting me, why should I worry about not getting into a good university?"
South Grant flattered him nonchalantly, then continued:
"Besides, if I really can't get into college, I'll join the military and work under you, defending the country."
Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow at her words and looked at her, saying, "You want to be like Mulan?"
"What's wrong with Mulan? A heroine among women, what's wrong with emulating her?"
"Well, as you said before, working under me, communication is basically shouting, travel is basically walking, and sleepless nights basically rely on your hands. What will you do if you can't sleep, rely on your hands too?"
South Grant: "..."
