"What's your study method?"
Su Nanzhi: "?"
Truthfully, her study method might not suit most people.
In the end, Su Nanzhi could only deeply say two words, "Do problems."
Ye Ting firmly agreed.
Once again, she deeply realized that there really are no Scholar Gods without reason.
Knowledge is accumulated slowly.
When Su Nanzhi stepped into the classroom, she always felt it had been a while, even though it was only a weekend and a morning ago. She even felt like it had been ages since she had last entered the classroom, even though she had also left from here that morning.
"Su Nanzhi." Someone called her.
Zhao Qingheng's voice.
Turning her head, Su Nanzhi saw the class president, Zhao Qingheng, placing a printed set of problems on her desk, but his expression didn't look very good. "You should report if you're going to be out of the classroom for a long while. Otherwise, if the teacher needs you, whom should I look for?"