114 Can seniors touch it, but I can't?

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Lake Ying Middle School.

Li Zheng's breaks between classes were also tough to endure.

It wasn't just the people in his class surrounding him; even students from other classes came over, and even the likes of Ling Shijie, who never studied, got wind of the news and leaned on the classroom door shouting, "Brother Zheng is awesome!"

Amidst the congratulatory gawking, people would occasionally ask for study methods.

After all, Li Zheng had managed to finish the content of one year of undergraduate chemistry in just half a month, and his main subjects had also improved significantly.

In everyone's view, there must be some kind of secret trick.

The classmates surrounded Li Zheng, chattering and asking away.

"Li Zheng, did you sign up for a tutoring class or something?"

Li Zheng, "No, but I've collected some practice problems."

"So you really self-studied?"