It Is The Last Night, What Are Your Dreams?

After a short commotion, the students returned to their seats and continued to study.

Third High School was already at the final sprint stage. Everyone wished they could have 25 hours a day and could memorize more books.

The atmosphere in the class was oppressive and tense, like a taut bowstring that could break at any time.

It was time for evening self-study again. Everyone's ears pricked up when they knew that Luo Feng was about to start his lecture. They hated that they were not a recorder at this moment and could not record every word of Luo Feng's.

However, humans were not machines after all. Sometimes, more haste less speed meant that the more one wanted to achieve the perfect effect, the harder it was to remember. The more one wanted to calm down and memorize books, the more lyrics they would remember.

The students were tired and anxious, looking really pitiful.

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