March 7, 1:00 PM.
Today was Friday, and aside from Kardesia, the members of the small club had no classes in the afternoon. Qiluo finished her morning work in the lab and slipped into the club activity room in the next building.
She wasn't surprised to find Gongsun Ce asleep at the table.
Qiluo whispered, "Gongsun Ce has been sleep-deprived for seven days straight."
Miss Qin was exercising her dynamic vision by tossing balls in a small classroom corner, while Mr. Shiyu considerately draped a thin blanket over their friend, telepathically saying, "Gongsun has been working hard studying lately."
"How amazing!" Qiluo marveled, "Gongsun Ce is actually studying!"
A certain gray-haired bespectacled man would have jumped up in protest if he heard this because, despite slacking off in class and occasionally skipping, Mr. Gongsun managed to scrape by with passing grades by last-minute cramming. It wasn't that he didn't study.
It was just that he wasn't very passionate about studying.