It was just after six in the evening.
After having dinner at home, the six of them quickly returned to school.
When Xu Qingfan and Xiao Ruawen returned to class 16, nearly half of the students were already seated. Unusually, there was no loud chatter, just the sound of flipping pages.
He "thud" placed Xiao Ruawen's backpack on the stool and sat down before rubbing his shoulders to relax.
Their movements attracted the attention of only a few classmates, who merely glanced before quickly returning their focus to their books.
Suddenly, Xu Qingfan remembered his university days in his past life, where everyone was laid-back in class, not waking up for early classes, playing on their phones, and choosing to attend or skip classes as they wished.
However, when the exam week arrived, everyone would study frantically as if they were injected with steroids, and securing a spot in the library was harder than getting tickets to a celebrity concert.
