The sunset outside the window was a pale purple, gradually blending into blue.
Evening self-study, the classroom was silent.
Jiang Nian wrote problems until he was numb, gently put down his pen, and kneeled down in defeat.
Progress in math isn't just about hard work; you can only achieve small, short-term improvements. Without a solid foundation, improving beyond a score of one hundred and ten is increasingly difficult.
Under the bright lights, he turned to look at Zhang Ningzhi.
The rare daily pleasure was watching the beautiful girl, with the downside being the urge to lick her the more he looked.
Too distracting.
But he couldn't blame himself; Zhang Ningzhi's skin was just too good.
It's like buying a bowl of ginger milk custard; staring at it makes you want to try out just how smooth it is.
"Stop fantasizing, you low-minded guy." Li Hua on his right suddenly seemed to have Mind Reading Technique, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking?"
