Zhao Rong arrived a bit late.
Just as the usual evening self-study session was about to start.
When he reached the entrance of Shuaixing Hall, most students inside had already arrived.
But strangely, Yu Huaijin hadn't come yet.
The classroom was noisy, most students were whispering, relaxing after having just finished two exams.
Only a few like Jia Tengying, who usually buried themselves in books, were studying alone.
As always when someone appeared at the entrance, the presence of Zhao Rong made the volume of talking in the room subconsciously drop a notch.
However, after realizing it was Zhao Rong, the noise level didn't return to normal.
Zhao Rong could feel eyes on him.
He ignored some of the strange and mischievous glances, and went straight to his seat in the back row.
On the way, he vaguely heard some students whispering, "How can he sleep at all."
Arriving at his seat, Zhao Rong hadn't even sat down before Fan Yushu couldn't wait to speak:
