Fortunately, Wang Lan was long accustomed to a dull academic life and enduring solitude, having mastered his own study methods. For an entire month, he rose at six every morning and went to bed at ten every night, with all three meals being takeout.
After a whole month of fruitful dedication, he finally managed to go through all three years of textbooks. But did that mean mastery? Wang Lan could only say he had a basic grasp. To keep up with Jiang Xinyu and Xu Xiangwen, he would need to spend another half a year practicing and repeatedly comprehending. Learning is never an overnight affair.
But... the first day of school had arrived.
Two days earlier, Wang Lan had received an enrollment notice from Suzhou No.1 Middle School's Star Martial Arts Campus. The class he was assigned to was Senior Three, Class One. It was uncertain whether Jiang Xinyu had pulled some strings or if the school had arranged it that way.
