It really was quite stimulating. An Changhe felt he had studied quite well, already able to recite many problems backwards and forwards, but every time class began, he still listened attentively, repeatedly reinforcing those knowledge points, just afraid that come the college entrance exams, he wouldn't be proficient enough and might lose a few crucial points due to minor slips.
But compared to Yan Fei, who appeared to have a photographic memory, as if everything was etched into his brain, there was a noticeable gap!
Yan Fei chuckled softly, "No, it's just that I have a feeling today is my lucky day. I might just run into some good fortune."
"Alright then!" An Changhe didn't quite get what he meant, and being not the type to pry, he didn't ask further; he just cracked a joke. "There are five minutes left of class, why don't you lay your head down on the desk and sleep for two minutes, and let the good fortune come to you in your dreams."
