When Gong Li walked into the classroom and saw Xue Yang, she paused for a moment. Realizing the end of the semester was approaching, she understood. Without saying much more, she started the class.
During this class, Gong Li taught with exceptional detail, roughly reviewing almost all the key points of the entire semester.
Xue Yang listened intently, his pen flying across the page as if he were taking meticulous notes.
However, for Cui Hao, who hadn't attended class in a long time, the pace was obviously too fast. He tried to keep up, but his note-taking was a chaotic mess. Glancing at Xue Yang, he saw how focused the other boy was and couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.
Finally, when the bell rang, Cui Hao couldn't wait to sidle up to Xue Yang.
"Godfather, could I copy your notes?" he asked, full of anticipation.
Without looking up, Xue Yang replied, "I don't have any."
"What? How could you not have taken any notes?" Cui Hao asked in surprise.
"And why couldn't I?"
