After being smacked awake once again, Fu Yuan forced himself to sit up, though the figures before his eyes were still blurry.
Then, after holding on for two seconds, his little head began bobbing again before he slumped back onto the desk.
In the past, he might have been able to endure it, but for the current Fu Yuan, listening to these lessons was like having an adult seriously explain why one plus one equaled two.
It was really boring.
Besides, when it came to sleeping through class, there were only two possibilities: either you did not sleep at all, or you slept until class ended. Once you fell asleep, even if someone woke you up again, your mind would remain foggy—unless the grade director was smiling at you.
The teacher at the front really wanted to tell the new student that there was no need to keep trying. It was impossible!
But in the end, he did not say it, because... class was over.
Of course, he had once been a man capable of dragging class on until the next period began. As for why he had fallen to this state now...
He also wanted to know why the Board of Education strictly prohibited teachers from running overtime in this area.
"Mm~ Is class over?"
Fu Yuan raised his head in confusion. One second, two seconds, and after about three seconds, he was completely awake.
And then there was no "then."
Fu Hua expressionlessly looked at the stunned classmates and quietly rubbed his hand.
He had failed to hold back. What a lapse in composure.
Illya was a little dazed. She was definitely becoming friends with this person!
"Is Little Illya here?"
After hearing the loud crash, Fujino quickened her pace and stood at the door with some concern.