She had always been puzzled about one thing: with her grandfather's outstanding medical skills, why did her mom have a difficult childbirth when giving birth to her?
"Yun Yue? What are you thinking about? Get up, it's time to stand for class."
Zhang Ziyue whispered to her from the side, warning that the teacher would criticize her again for having no respect for authority if she knew even a little, she'd think she could show off.
She snapped back to reality, realizing that she had just been daydreaming. With a slight furrow in her brows, she decided to look for an opportunity to investigate it further.
She stood up and then sat down again.
Perhaps because the seat was cramped, she sat at an angle, with her feet in the aisle. Her slender porcelain-white fingers skillfully twirled a pen as her eyes lifted slightly, half-listening to the lesson in a detached manner.