The law of conservation of charge states that charge can neither be created nor destroyed; it can only transfer from one object to another or from one part of an object to another part. Throughout the transfer, the total charge remains constant.
When the teacher asked this question, Ye Feng recalled a wealth of knowledge about the law of charge conservation. As Lin Shiyun sat down, he leaned over and whispered it into her ear.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Lin Shiyun couldn't contain herself any longer and placed a soft, pale hand "gently" on Ye Feng's waist. Fortunately, this little action went unnoticed by the teacher.
Feeling the pinch, Ye Feng quickly realized that now was not the time to disrupt the class, especially with a sharp-eyed physics teacher watching. Otherwise, he'd certainly catch Lin Shiyun and give her a good lesson for daring to pinch him.
The truth was, Lin Shiyun's slight strength felt to Ye Feng like a mere tickle.
Turning slightly, he whispered, "Why is it that girls always like to pinch?"
"Oh? And what of it?" Lin Shiyun retorted with a hint of defiance.
"Fine, fine," Ye Feng replied, chuckling. "Go ahead, keep paying attention in class."
Somehow, hearing his words made Lin Shiyun feel an unexpected sense of disappointment, though she hadn't yet realized it herself.
Seeing that she was now focused on the lesson, Ye Feng refrained from further teasing. He opened his physics textbook, flipping through it idly, but every concept and formula leaped out in complete detail—even more thoroughly than what was written on the page.
Bored, Ye Feng set the book aside, rested his head on the desk, and promptly dozed off.
"You—how can you be so careless?" Lin Shiyun exclaimed quietly, worried. "I can't understand how you even got into Class 2-A!"
Ye Feng lifted his head briefly, seeing her look of concern, and smiled, "Relax, I'm a genius. Even without paying attention, I know exactly what the teacher is talking about. Wasn't the last question proof enough?" He lay down again, resuming his nap.
Faced with Ye Feng's confidence, Lin Shiyun could only sigh and focus on her notes, planning to share them with him later.
The bell rang. No sooner had class ended than a group of boys clustered around Ye Feng's desk, their eyes filled with admiration—or with sympathy. Seeing this, Lin Shiyun realized it was her cue to leave and took her books to the office to go over some questions. She was, after all, a very beautiful star student.
Once she was gone, her admirers revealed their true selves.
"Hey, genius, what's your name?" a chubby boy with "patriotic" features asked, looking at Ye Feng with awe.
"Ye Feng."
"Oh, my idol, can I get your autograph?" a tall boy handed Ye Feng a pen, and with a flourish, Ye Feng signed his name across the page.
"Ye Feng, my hero! I'm Hao Jian. May I shake your hand?" said another overweight boy, looking even more "patriotic" than the last.
Before Ye Feng could react, a bespectacled, lanky classmate interrupted, "Hold it, Hao Jian. Don't tell me you're trying to touch the hand that touched the goddess's! I haven't even touched it, and you think you deserve to?"
Ye Feng had been about to shake hands until he heard the bespectacled boy's remark. Shuddering, he withdrew his hand. "Sorry, Hao Jian. I don't… swing that way. So, no handshakes."
Hao Jian rounded on the boy with glasses. "Van Tong, can't you go a day without messing things up for me? Just wait—I'll 'loosen up' your bones for you."
Ye Feng, amused, thought to himself, Van Tong, Hao Jian—these names are truly unique. They suit these two perfectly.
In the ensuing banter, ten minutes slipped by. Just as the two boys were at each other's throats, Lin Shiyun returned from the office.
Seeing her, Ye Feng smiled slightly, pointing at the duo. "Those two seem like fun."
Lin Shiyun chuckled. "Those two? They're our class's two 'special flowers.' They might seem a bit eccentric, but they're our main source of entertainment, and they're actually quite popular. Though they tease each other constantly, I don't think anyone's ever seen them fight seriously."
"Ah, yes. Eccentric, maybe, but genuine," Ye Feng thought, laughing to himself.
Another class—this time math. Staring at the formulas and examples on the board, Ye Feng barely glanced at them before he understood everything; a perk of his god-level intellect.
What is this? Such easy questions, and they're going over them over and over. This teacher would be better off teaching kindergarten!
Ye Feng mentally grumbled, unaware that not everyone had a god-level system granting them academic mastery. What he found elementary was still a challenge to others.
Soon it was the final class of the afternoon, a homeroom session led by none other than Class 2-A's head teacher—Zhang Xuehua, the same director of academics.
By now, he had heard no end of complaints from the other teachers about Ye Feng's sleeping habits. In their words, he had become the class's "sleeping deity."
From the first morning class, Ye Feng had slept through a total of five classes, plus half of the initial class (having arrived late). The only exceptions were his self-study period and a brief awake moment in the first class. By their accounts, he had practically napped his way through the day.
Zhang glanced at Ye Feng, still in a sleepy daze, feeling resigned. He was the proverbial "untouchable," unable to be disciplined yet still needing leniency.
For each teacher's complaint, Zhang had to echo the principal's instructions: "The principal says we are to let Ye Feng do as he pleases, so long as he doesn't set the school on fire."
Inwardly, Zhang was somewhat grateful that Ye Feng did little more than sleep in class and refrained from disrupting lessons entirely.