"Who knows... Looks like our Mister is gonna sing all day long here again."
Sure enough, that melodious and meandering voice didn't cease until noon.
Sometimes, habits can be a truly terrifying thing.
**
Class 8 of Senior Year Two.
Lately, the learning atmosphere in Class 8 has been pretty good.
But sometimes, all the last-minute cramming in the world can't make up for a lack of earlier effort.
Tong Shishi looked at Mu Qingli with frustration. "Lili, I really don't get how your mind works. I've been paying attention in math class and taking thorough notes, but I still can't solve any of these problems."
"Have you memorized all the formulas?" Mu Qingli shifted her gaze from the math olympiad papers and looked up at Tong Shishi.
