Hao Wuyi, I heard you would make 9999 stars to get Da Xiong back.
Zhao Guanchao,
how long-tongued you are!
I didn't say a word about it.
Da Xiong spread this.
Everyone in Senior Two knows it.
Look, it's her.
The girl who makes paper stars for Da Xiong.
If I were her,
I would be too ashamed to attend school.
Look. As I said,
he needs a lesson.
I'll go to find him.
What should I do? Tell me.
Don't go.
I don't care what others said.
I just want Da Xiong to know my determination.
How loyal and faithful you are!
I appreciate that. Count me in.
How to make this stuff.
I can't stand it anymore.
Now you think you can't go to college,
so you practice to be assembly line workers.
Yan Mo, help me persuade them.
It's less than three days before Friday.
Except for the time of having class, rest and sleep,
each one need to make 215 stars every hour,
that is 3.58 per minute.
You can make just one in 40 seconds in the fastest speed,
considering the rejection rate, it's impossible.
Why must you two keep throwing cold water?
Because we know math.
Cold-blooded.
Rough-hearted.
Inhumane.
Let's go.
Go.