In no time, the second lesson was over, and Zhao Heng went up to ask a few questions. The old professor answered patiently, making Zhao Heng feel that attending the lecture was truly worthwhile.
After answering Zhao Heng's questions, the old professor urged him to apply for his graduate program before leaving.
Maybe because there were only two classes in the morning, when the lecture ended, Zhao Heng noticed it was not yet eleven. The cafeteria wasn't open for meals yet. Looking around, he saw that the classmates were still in the classroom, probably waiting for lunch.
Thinking it was still early, Zhao Heng returned to his seat, took out his notes, and began to revise.
As he was reviewing his notes, a few girls sitting nearby couldn't help but glance at him frequently.
After all, in a university full of young boys, a strikingly handsome guy like Zhao Heng with a calm demeanor was rare.
"Senior, what's your major?"
