At one in the afternoon, the students who had stayed in the classroom to study began putting their heads down on their desks, one after another.
Lin Meng Qiu was getting a little sleepy too. She lowered her head slightly, covered her mouth with her small hand, and gave a quiet yawn.
Chen Shi'an had already put away his math textbook, ready for Seated Meditation. Hearing her yawn, he turned to look at her.
"Class Monitor, aren't you taking a nap?"
"I'm not sleepy."
"You just yawned."
"..."
"Get some sleep. The exam this morning was exhausting, and we still have English this afternoon."
"..."
"Afraid you won't beat me in English this afternoon?"
"×!"
Only then did Lin Meng Qiu turn away from their conversation to look at him, rolling her eyes.
"Go on, get some sleep."
"..."
Heaven knew whether this Stinking Taoist's words had some power to bewitch people. Lin Meng Qiu had thought she could still hold out, but after those few words of persuasion, she felt sleepier and sleepier.
"Are you going to sleep?" Lin Meng Qiu asked.
"I'll do some Seated Meditation."
"Seated Meditation?"
"Yes. Want to try, Class Monitor?"
"Is it more useful than sleeping?"
"To some extent. When you don't have enough time, for example, Seated Meditation can help you recover faster."
Lin Meng Qiu had seen plenty of scenes about "meditating and cultivating" in films and TV dramas. They were mostly fantasy stuff. She had even imitated them and "meditated" as a child, but hadn't felt it did anything substantial.
Had anyone else told her this, Lin Meng Qiu would only have scoffed, not bothering to believe them. But hearing it from Chen Shi'an, she found herself a little tempted.
After all, she had secretly worn his Taoist Robe in her