The first class was English. Chu Qing scratched his head. He hated English the most…
For some reason, perhaps it was because of his talent, or maybe it was because of his patriotism, Chu Qing had never been too fond of English. Even though he had extraordinary memories now, he rarely listened to English classes.
Moreover, he was still so sleepy that he was dozing off.
He had stayed up last night and thought that it would not affect him much, but now it seemed that he still had a mortal body. Staying up all night to cultivate would still make him very dispirited.
Chu Qing stole a glance at the peach wood sword piled up in his bag and couldn't help but have a headache.
So sleepy!
Chu Qing caught up on his sleep after breakfast. Life was simply too carefree for him.
"Chu Qing. Chu Qing."