Although Xiaoke spoke very quickly, his pace was monotonous, and after listening for a while, it was inevitable to feel drowsy. Moreover, in the warm heated room, the inclination to sleep grew stronger.
Indeed, Zhou Xueyin's eyelids had begun to wage war against each other, and her consciousness had already drifted away from her brain. Whatever Xiaoke was talking about, she no longer cared...
"Okay, I guess everyone's tired, right? Let's take a 15-minute break!" Hearing this, Zhou Xueyin's wandering soul suddenly plummeted back into her body, and she instantly woke up.
Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, Zhou Xueyin sneakily stretched.
"I see you haven't taken any notes, do you even know what he was talking about?" A bespectacled person next to her leaned in and struck up a conversation.
"Ah... more or less." Not to brag, but Zhou Xueyin truly knew all the things Xiaoke had discussed; otherwise, she wouldn't have felt sleepy.
