The base's absurdly difficult projects managed to weed out ninety percent of the slackers.
Of course, as diligent students of the major, they would never use the term "slacker" to insult themselves.
"My head is about to explode!" He Shumiao wailed as she returned from outside and flopped onto the bed like a dead fish.
Following her was Fang Wei, who was relatively calm, but his eyes were dull, like a lost person who had lost his faith.
"I'm telling you, Yaoyao, was your guy electrocuted as a kid? Why is his brain's processing speed so out of sync with gravitational pull?"
Jiang Shuyao entered the room and heard her roommate's long, intoxicated sigh and couldn't help but smile wryly.
If she told He Shumiao now that this guy was ranked last in his grade just last year, would she think she was telling ghost stories?
Jiang Shuyao hadn't studied Pei Yan's brain.
However, she had to admit that his current learning capacity and rate of improvement were indeed a bit terrifying.
