Li Zheng liked going to school, liked being at school.
He could joke around, play basketball, and read leisure books.
Very occasionally, when the mood struck, he could even attend a biology class.
Such a relaxed environment was something training classes could not match.
Of course, this didn't mean he disliked studying.
After a day of relaxation on campus, he would go home, take a bath, change clothes, brew a pot of light tea, and pick up Jingjing.
Only then would he sit at the desk.
This was what he called studying.
It was difficult; at 112 times the efficiency, the actual time he spent studying in a day was no more than an hour. It should be done at the quietest time, with a sense of ceremony.
That evening, after Li Zheng was ready, he rubbed Jingjing, who was in his arms, and glanced at the calendar.
Final exams, countdown 12 days.
It was also time to arrange a study plan for himself.
