Chen Ji's home was small. Apart from a small desk in the bedroom, the only place that could be unfolded for review was a four-corner folding table originally placed in the kitchen. Chen Ji pushed the coffee table to the side, moved the folding table out, and unfolded it.
Carter Jiang brought out two chairs and sat down opposite Chen Ji, still holding a pen.
"Give me a piece of paper."
"Give."
Chen Ji bit the cap of his pen and looked expectantly at the boy across from him who started writing without hesitation. He spent an hour dictating the competition questions from the previous three years.
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