Luo Qianqian looked and looked until she finally dozed off on the desk, sleeping so sweetly with her head resting on two books.
In her dream, there was an old man with a white beard teaching her something called "qi barabaraba," and she actually understood those sour and difficult passages she had read earlier.
Luo Qianqian opened her eyes and rubbed them, stretched languidly, "Hey, how did I fall asleep?" It must have been because the book wasn't interesting that she fell asleep.
But now was not the time to worry about whether the books were interesting or not, right?
Luo Qianqian resignedly flipped the book open again, only to discover that she now understood the parts that were previously unclear. She vaguely recalled the scene in her dream and blinked in slight astonishment, "Is there really such a strange thing, huh?"
