It's been only a week, and she was already feeling overwhelmed. In the hazy thirty-five years of Su Ziceng's life, all the time spent with a book in hand hadn't added up to more than this one week.
Hunger made her mind empty as well, and a day of cramming proved entirely useless. The lights in the dining hall had been switched off, and Su Ziceng looked at the time—it was already past nine. Going to Daquan University would be too late, so it might be better to buy instant noodles from the convenience store for ease.
