Luo Ye had come over at noon.
It was already nearly two in the afternoon.
Luo Ye sat on the sofa with his brows tightly furrowed, wishing he could just eat the book.
He could not understand the sentences, but he could recognize the words. Even if he did not understand their meanings, he could still memorize them by rote.
Although university knowledge did not require memorization, if one wanted to achieve something in one's field, memorizing professional knowledge was necessary.
Luo Ye was fairly good at memorizing things. His high school comeback, improving his score by a hundred points in half a year, had relied entirely on cramming things into his head.
While others rested after class, he memorized. While others played basketball, he memorized. While others ate, he memorized as he ate.
It was the same now. Luo Ye lowered his head to look at the contents of the book, then raised his head and silently recited them once.
From time to time, he wore a confused expression, as though his mind had wandered.
But less than two seconds later, Luo Ye shook his head and began memorizing again.
Whenever he could not remember something, he would frown and force himself to think of what he had forgotten.
Su Baizhou sat at the dining table and watched this scene with a serious expression.
Junior Underclassman looked rather amusing when he studied.
But Luo Ye had come over at noon and apparently had not eaten yet... neither had she.
Su Baizhou got up and walked into the kitchen, using leftover rice to make some egg fried rice.
After she finished cooking, her brows furrowed. She freed one hand to cover her stomach, looking as though she was in considerable pain.
After enduring it for a while, the pain seemed