Song Fang did want to study hard.
A teenager at this age was no longer the Big Brother of society who had tattoos on his left and white Tiger on his right when he was in primary school and junior high school.
The online nicknames that accompanied his youth,'time lost its heart', were also quietly changed to' I want to go to Qing University 'and' Qing University's good big boy '.
It was just that his poor foundation and his little heart that didn't know the right balance between work and rest caused intense sparks to collide, and the huge electric current produced by the friction almost made him leave this beautiful world.
Song Fang held the book and shook his head. It was only comparable to the top scholar in the ancient times who studied hard for ten years from the village examination to the court examination.
