ryethenovel Chapter 476 Don't you understand how to be flexible?
Chapter 476 Don't you understand how to be flexible?
Li Yifeng, who was in the middle, had just raised his hand to greet someone when a clearer voice, with an undeniable presence, rang out first:
"Class monitor! Here! I've saved a seat for you!"
Ye Fan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Su Luming standing in a row near the aisle, waving vigorously at them with a bright smile.
There were two empty seats next to her, and further to her right were Li Yifeng, who had just put his hand down, and Shi Kai, who had a simple and honest smile on his face.
They clearly occupied those positions.
Ye Fan nodded and was about to move over there when he was stopped by a swarm of girls from his class.
"Squad leader! How's your leg?"
"How serious is it? What did the doctor say?"
"Does it hurt to walk? Do you need us to help you across?"
A chorus of concerned voices enveloped him like a warm tide. Familiar faces were filled with genuine worry.
Ye Fan felt a warmth in his heart, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. He responded briefly to everyone, "It's nothing, just a minor injury. It'll be fine in a few days. Thank you all for your concern."
He had just finished calming down his classmates when several girls from other colleges, whom he might only have nodding acquaintances with, squeezed in.
"Ye Fan, I heard you're injured. You should get some rest!"
"Yes, yes, just let me know if you need any help!"
"I can lend you my notes from break time if you need them..."
Most of their gazes were fixed on Ye Fan's handsome face, their words of concern tinged with obvious shyness and admiration.
In response, Ye Fan could only politely maintain a just-right smile and thank him again.
This damn charm...
He muttered a helpless remark to himself, his gaze sweeping through the crowd and settling once again on the empty seats that Su Luming had specially reserved for them.
......
The dull school bell, like a hypnotic prelude, completely drowned out the remaining noise in the classroom.
On the podium, the gray-haired professor pushed up his glasses and began to lecture in a steady, monotone tone on this compulsory public course that had made countless college students in later generations drowsy.
Ye Fan entered "energy-saving mode" almost the instant the ringing ended.
The brand-new textbooks lay closed on the desk, just like when they were first printed, and there wasn't a trace of a notebook in sight.
He rested his chin on his hand, his gaze lazily falling on the leaves outside the window, glistening in the sunlight, or he would turn to the side, lower his voice, and banter with Li Yifeng, who was equally absent-minded, occasionally letting out a few suppressed laughs.
In stark contrast to him were Xian Zuling and Su Luming standing beside him.
Both of them sat upright, their expressions focused.
The stylish fountain pen in Su Luming's hand scratched across the exquisite notebook as she quickly jotted down every "knowledge point" the professor mentioned that she considered important, occasionally underlining key points with different colored highlighters.
Xian Zuling held a simple black pen and wrote neatly on her slightly worn thick notebook, marking the key points meticulously as if she wanted to imprint every word of the professor.
After Su Luming finished writing down a paragraph, he habitually turned his head to see what insightful comments the "top scholar" had in his notes, only to be surprised to find that Ye Fan's desktop was so clean that it reflected his image!
Her beautiful eyebrows immediately furrowed, and she couldn't help but gently poke Ye Fan's arm with the cap of her pen, lowering her voice and asking with disbelief and confusion, "Ye Fan! You... why aren't you taking notes?"
This was the first time she had sat so close to Ye Fan in such a large class.
During small group classes, she sat in the front row, while Ye Fan was usually in the back, so she had no way of knowing how he behaved in class.
In her consistent understanding, the person who can become the top scorer in the college entrance examination must be the one who is the most focused in class and has the most detailed notes.
The scene of people doing nothing and even openly chatting completely overturned her expectations.
Ye Fan wasn't annoyed at being interrupted in his chatter. He lazily turned his head, a nonchalant smile on his face, and answered matter-of-factly, "With you two academic geniuses here, isn't it enough to just write furiously? As for me... I'm too lazy to pick up a pen."
"Lazy?" Su Luming thought he had misheard.
Which student who gets into Nanjing University isn't a "test king" who fought his way through a sea of questions and mountains of books?
The word "lazy" is almost entirely foreign to them.
Her almond-shaped eyes widened, her voice filled with confusion: "What...what kind of logic is this? Can you be lazy about studying?"
Ye Fan chuckled, effortlessly spouting a twisted logic with a hint of persuasive persuasion: "That's perfectly normal, okay? Studying is about understanding, not being a stenographer. I've written down everything the teacher says here—"
He tapped his temple with his finger and continued, "So what's the difference between taking notes and not taking notes? If I miss something, I can just borrow yours when I review, right? Isn't this how you guys 'collaborate to learn'?"
After he finished speaking, he deliberately winked at Su Luming, giving him an expression that said, "Don't you guys know how to be flexible?"
Su Luming was so choked by this twisted logic that he almost rolled his eyes.
She reluctantly agreed with the first part of the sentence, "understanding is more important than recording," since no student at a top university gets in by rote memorization.
But what left her speechless was that this guy had been daydreaming and whispering with Li Yifeng for the entire class, yet he shamelessly claimed that he had "memorized it all"!
Just as she was about to retort, Xian Zuling, who had been quietly taking notes, suddenly looked up.
She didn't look at Su Luming; her clear gaze fell directly on Ye Fan's face, and her voice was soft and melodious, like the song of a lark flitting through the branches outside the window.
"It's okay... I've written it all down, you can... have all my notes..."
These words are simple and direct, without any embellishment, yet they carry an undeniable sincerity and commitment.
Ye Fan's smile widened immediately, as if basking in warm sunshine, and he responded with obvious enjoyment:
"Listen to this! The ancestral spirits are so considerate! You're my lucky star! Whether I can safely get through exam week from now on depends entirely on you!"
Xian Zuling's ears burned again at his straightforward praise and reliance, and even the tip of her small nose turned slightly red.
She dared not look at Ye Fan again, and quickly lowered her head, hiding her instantly burning cheeks in the shadow of the book. She gripped the pen with a little force and continued to leave neat and beautiful handwriting on the paper.
The professor's calm voice continued to flow from the podium, but the secret joy of being needed in her heart was like a pebble thrown into a lake, rippling out in layers of waves.
......
After the two long classes in the morning, a few of them went directly to the second floor of the cafeteria for lunch.
Ye Fan ate a bowl of authentic Nanjing crab roe noodles and a bowl of tofu soup.
After eating, we went straight back to the lecture hall, as we had a long lecture in the afternoon.
I had so many classes today, I'm exhausted.