On the living room sofa, Chen Hai furrowed his brow and pondered for a long while.
Every time he went to class, he would doze off, feeling genuinely disinterested in studying.
If it weren't for the fear of skipping too many classes and losing too many credits, affecting his graduation, he would probably have vanished from the school.
Truth be told, it was mainly his parents' deep obsession with him going to university and standing out. Otherwise, whether he would have attended this university in the Capital City was highly debatable.
After all, in his view, with his Taoist skill, whether he studied or not, he wouldn't likely end up too badly off.
However, such matters as Taoist skill were simply impossible to explain clearly to his parents.
In front of them, if Chen Hai were to say that he wanted to pursue Tao Cultivation instead of studying, they would probably first bring up Limp Zhang as a negative example.