Zhao Yang had once dreamt of studying at H University, and now that his dream had come true, how could he not study hard?
Zhao Yang was like a sponge, frantically absorbing the knowledge the teacher was imparting.
He didn't say a word throughout the whole class, a complete departure from his usual self!
Even when people joked and whispered in class, Zhao Yang's complexion would turn sour.
At noon, they didn't go to the cafeteria but instead, ordered a few bowls of noodles and some side dishes at a noodle shop outside the campus.
In the afternoon, when Bao'er and Xiaoyue had their major classes, Yingtao took over to accompany Zhao Yang.
For Zhao Yang, with his weak foundation, chemistry was particularly challenging, yet he didn't give up, listening as much as he could.
Once the teacher finished, Zhao Yang patted Yingtao, who was sleeping next to him, and they left the classroom together.
