In a small classroom, Jie Qifen smoothly closed the door, opened the window, took a seat on the podium, and lit up a cigarette.
This series of actions was done in one fell swoop, with none of the cultured air you'd expect.
This was probably the legendary "Study Scoundrel."
Li Zheng's actions were the complete opposite: he neatly arranged his backpack, laid out his stationery, organized his notebook, and sat upright.
Jie Qifen looked at this routine and couldn't help but purse his lips and sigh, "You're just missing a national-level top student award."
"Ah? There's a national level for that?" Li Zheng couldn't help but get excited.
Jie Qifen laughed, "There is, everything, there's even a global level. You'd go to Moscow for the evaluation, Lenin presenting the award."
"Boring," Li Zheng thought for a moment and quickly realized something was amiss, "That's not right, what you're talking about is the outstanding league member, isn't it?"
