Chapter 12 - 10 Coffee Sugar
It was the afternoon, and the physics teacher's spit was flying as he lectured from the podium, while the students dozed off at their desks.
Qingran was also struggling to fight off the intense drowsiness, propping her cheek with her hand as she tried to keep her eyelids up, pretending to listen intently, though her Divine Sense had long wandered off to play chess with Lord Zhou.
Xie Ying'an did a twirl with his pen, and his gaze fell back onto Qingran, whose eyes were now completely devoid of spirit.
'Clack'.
The pen dropped onto the desk, emitting a faint sound. Qingran, as if startled awake, abruptly sat up straight and focused on the podium, but it only took a moment before her head slightly bowed and her eyes became lifeless again.
Xie Ying'an: "..."
The moment the class bell rang, Qingran slowly regained her energy.
People are strange, knowing they should listen and not sleep just a moment ago, yet the drowsiness intensively assaults them. As the bell rings, the brain subconsciously knows it can sleep, and the suppressed excitement has already overcome the drowsiness.
Xie Ying'an turned his face and asked her, "Didn't sleep well?"
Qingran paused for a bit, then nodded.
Xie Ying'an turned his head back and said no more.