Soon, it was noon and school was let out.
Chen Feng stretched lazily and stood up, looking out of the window at the running track on the field.
He could see the miserable figures of Zhong Siquan and Li Dagang still running laps on the field.
Both of them were so exhausted that they looked inhuman, their legs heavy as if filled with lead, barely moving their feet and running purely by instinct.
The sight was as pitiful as one could imagine.
Seeing this, Chen Feng shook his head with a smile and then turned his gaze back, ready to head out of the classroom.
"Chen Feng, wait a moment!"
However, just as Chen Feng was about to step out, Lin Mengyao, who was sitting in front of him, suddenly turned around and called out to him.
"Is there something?" Chen Feng stopped and asked, puzzled.
"Could you... could you explain those chemistry problems to me again? I still haven't quite understood them..."
Lin Mengyao bit her delicate lip, looking a bit embarrassed as she spoke.
