So he began to spell at breakneck speed, just as a primary school student might deal with memorizing ancient poetry.
He reached a hundred.
Okay, next one.
"fortune. f, o, r, t, u, n, e."
This time, progress started from ten percent.
It must have something to do with familiarity.
Just like a college student might have a 100 familiarity with 'abandon' and know it means to give up, but not understand 'ability' as well.
What exactly is 'ability'?
This damn thing is the second word on the CET-4 list!
"Sss..." Zhou Yu was dutifully memorizing words when he suddenly heard Chen Yuan's mantra-like rapid-fire pace and couldn't help but mutter a complaint, "And now we've gotten Murong Fu's complications?"
"He's definitely a bit muddled," He Sijiao shook her head, "Memorizing like this is just desperately resorting to any doctor one can find. The likely result is that you won't remember many of the words."
"Ah..." Zhou Fu didn't feel she could comment.
