Victory in Literary Combat, Now for Martial Prowess! Evening self-study.
"What the hell kind of broken tree is a function? Better hope I don't catch you. The moment I get the chance, I'll whoosh and chop it down." Bai Bufan scratched his bird's-nest hair and said irritably.
Damn it, this slutty textbook actually had a pretty strong sense of intellectual property protection. His brain couldn't steal even a scrap of it.
"You'll still have to differentiate it after you chop it down," Lin Li said beside him with a smile.
"...Fuck."
Bai Bufan's defenses crumbled. He dejectedly banged his head against the desk, then glanced at Lin Li. "No, how come you don't scream like a ghost and howl like a wolf whenever you face math anymore?"
"Because I think math is actually pretty easy now." Lin Li gave a disdainful smile. "When midterms come around, fifty-first place will be nothing but the road I took to get here. The way down the mountain is noisy; fortunately, I'm climbing up."
With his comprehension improved by 40%, along with the solid foundation he had rebuilt last month, Lin Li truly no longer found classes difficult.
"Fuck, you're putting on airs again. They say Asians have a talent for math—where the hell did mine go?"
Lin Li said, "Differentiate."
Bai Bufan said, "..."
"Everyone!"
Before Bai Bufan could keep babbling, Wang Ze, Xie Wenjing, and Chen Yuying entered through the classroom door.
After walking to the podium, Wang Ze knocked on the blackboard and had everyone look up at them.
"We just finished a meeting with the school and the student council. Let's go over the Sports Meet," Wang Ze said, waving the blue-covered booklet in his hand.
Nansang Middle School's student council was practically useless. At least, Lin Li had never