Late at night, in Yan Huan's rental in the South District.
The desk lamp in front of the study desk is bright, its soft light illuminating the text on scattered papers across the table.
Lying on his bed like this, Yan Huan's face is pale, his brain emptied, mouth slightly open—even various symbols and texts seem to float before his eyes.
Then, as if he's figured out the answer to some puzzling math problem, he suddenly covers his head with his hands, his black bangs spilling through his fingers.
His bloodshot eyes shine with excitement, revealing the spark of intelligence,
"I... seem to have figured it out, just need to take the integral..."
His gaze drifts to the corner of his field of vision, where some ethereal text seems to be counting down,
[Learning Conqueror, level 10, remaining time 1 minute 28 seconds]
Instinctively, Yan Huan wants to sit up, return to the desk, and continue focusing on his studies in order to maintain the Learning Conqueror levels.
