The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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Shao Ming's dramatic performance did not last long. When he saw that his desk mate was speechless and staring at him blankly, he promptly dropped his pained expression and sat up straight, asking, "Which question don't you understand?"

Zhu Tong: "..."

He silently pushed the math test paper toward him.

It was a function question.

Given a vector, find the sine value.

Shao Ming raised an eyebrow slightly. "Pass me the draft paper."

Following his instructions, Zhu Tong handed over the draft notebook.

Shao Ming took a pen and began writing out the steps to solve the problem.

His fingers were long and slender, and as he bent them, the distinct joints were quite a sight—a real treat for those who appreciated hands.

Zhu Tong couldn't help but glance a few more times, but when Shao Ming started explaining the problem, he turned his attention back to the draft notebook.

Although Shao Ming's voice lacked rhythm, he explained the problem methodically.

Each time he wrote a step in the draft notebook, he paused to explain it thoroughly.

Zhu Tong followed his steps to solve the problem, gradually understanding, and his face began to show signs of clarity.

After completing one question, Shao Ming set down his pen. "Try solving it by yourself."

Zhu Tong nodded and took the draft notebook back.

He flipped to the page where Shao Ming had written, then started solving the question again on a new page.

"Hmm, not bad."

"..."

Zhu Tong turned his head and saw his desk mate resting his chin on one hand, lazily watching him solve the problems with a smile.

Zhu Tong felt a sense of achievement, his eyes seeming to shine.

Shao Ming commented, "You have a decent grasp of the concepts, but you don't apply them very well."

When he explained the problems, Zhu Tong caught on quickly; his foundational knowledge was still solid.

Zhu Tong asked, "What should I do then?"

Shao Ming replied, "Just practice more questions."

Zhu Tong nodded and said, "Thank you."

His attitude was very serious, and his gaze was determined. Shao Ming couldn't help but chuckle, "So passionate about learning. Did you often practice questions before?"

Zhu Tong casually replied, "Occasionally at school, but rarely at the hospital."

At his previous school, everyone was wealthy, and there were plenty of students who didn't study well. The teachers had never assigned any homework.

And at the hospital, it was even less common. Most of the visitors would tell him to take a good rest.

Study results? What are those?

No one cared.

So, he indulged himself for a moment, only to face the consequences of makeup classes later.

He sighed, not realizing that his desk mate's gaze had darkened slightly.

Occasionally practicing at school, but rarely at the hospital.

Then... how about at home?

It sounded like he spent more time in the hospital than at home.

From just a few days of observation, it was clear that Zhu Tong was indeed eager to learn, but his results were unsatisfactory.