He turned to the first page, quickly skimming through it without much interest. He was so engrossed in his studies that he didn't even realize what the book was about before he was already incredibly sleepy.
He yawned, showing no remorse for his laziness, and even offered a plausible excuse.
"Knowledge, ah, it seeps from low concentration to high concentration. If I just fall asleep on a book, when I wake up I can memorize the whole thing without any effort. Sigh, if only I had a pillow, sleeping on my stomach is too hard and uncomfortable."
Zou Yuxing openly slept in front of the camera. When he's awake, he's like a vibrant golden retriever, never still, which greatly diminishes his handsomeness. But now that he's quiet and sleepy-eyed, his good looks have suddenly skyrocketed.
[Wow, Zou Yuxing is so handsome!]
Otherwise, why do you think he has so many fans?
[Back in the day, I was also a master of this method. Perhaps I was too knowledgeable, with too much information stored in my brain, which in turn permeated the books, causing my grades to decline. It's all because I was too selfless. sigh]
[Wen Feiran is terrifyingly powerful! Who gets up early on their day off to read?!]
Zou Yuxing slept for an hour, his back and legs aching. When he woke up, he realized he hadn't reached the next stage yet, so he could only endure the time. He looked down and played with his fingers, looking at his fingerprints. Suddenly, he was filled with curiosity about the whole world and wanted to study and explore everything, but he didn't want to read any books.
He endured it all, and finally reached the second segment, only to find that it was only 15 minutes long and even more boring than reading a book.
He stood by the window, his face blank, the question mark above his head almost weighing down his shoulders, uttering a soul-searching question, "Is Feiran about to drown in the ocean of knowledge, that's why he's standing by the window trying to dry the water in his brain?!"
Viewers in the live stream. "..."
Is it possible that Wen Feiran was relaxing her eyes?
Zou Yuxing stood stiffly by the window for 15 minutes, finally making it to the next stage.
He finally got what he'd been waiting for!
You've read books, absorbed knowledge, rested your eyes, and received nature's selfless gifts. Now, can you go out and play?
He had been cooped up for too long and wanted to experience the taste of freedom. He really wanted to go racing, but given Wen Feiran's personality, making him go racing would basically be tantamount to killing him.
Okay then, skydiving is fine too... but that's even more impossible. So let's settle for second best and go out for karaoke and drinks, until we're completely drunk!
Zou Yuxing didn't say anything, but all his thoughts were written on his face. The viewers in the live stream saw through him and laughed loudly.
[What are you dreaming about? I finally get a day off, of course I want to stay home and recharge!]
[If I've been working non-stop for three months and finally get some rest, even if my best friend invites me, I won't go out!]
[Can you imagine? I work in HR, meeting all sorts of people every day. My brain is practically drained. On my days off, I'm so tired of people, I don't even want to see any living beings.]
[I understand. I work in sales, and my situation is even worse. I can't even turn off my phone on my days off; I have to be available at any time.]
[Ugh, stop talking about it, it brought back some painful memories. I've been working non-stop for half a month now, just let me relax and enjoy watching the live stream for a bit!]
Zou Yuxing club had meticulously planned out his upcoming schedule, eagerly awaiting the program team's notification, only to receive the answer: drawing.
Why even bother drawing a head? What's so interesting about drawing?!
He stood there stunned for a full minute, unable to believe what had happened, even wondering if there was something wrong with his hearing, but there was no other sound from the production crew.
"..." Zou Yuxing had no choice but to accept his fate and sat down at another desk.
Wow, he really has to praise Feiran, she's so organized! She even has separate desks for drawing and reading!
If you're so capable, fill your room with desks, so you can draw every hour—how refreshing would that be!
Zou Yuxing grumbled inwardly, but remembering it was his good brother's habit, he could only hold back.
When he was a child, his grandfather had all sorts of wonderful expectations for him and spent a lot of money to hire many famous teachers, but without exception, they all drove him away. Zou Yuxing's painting skills were still at the level of a child. He would hold a paintbrush and poke and doodle on the paper, leaving behind a messy drawing before completely losing patience.
He turned to look at the security camera at the top of the study and asked, "How much longer do we need to draw?"
The director paused for three seconds, clearly hesitant. "Generally speaking, Wen Feiran can draw for three hours straight, but we're just experiencing life, so let's make it two hours."
Two hours... I guess?!
So, I should thank you for kindly reducing my time by an hour?!
Zou Yuxing experienced the feeling of each day dragging on endlessly; only a few hours had passed, yet it felt like an eternity.
He was initially very indignant, but an hour later, his eyes were vacant, and he slumped listlessly onto the table.
He no longer dared to dream. It's one thing for him not to go out and play, but could you at least arrange some activities for him to do that allow him to move around more?
His butt is practically flat from sitting on it!!
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