The third-year lectures were on a completely different level compared to the first and second.
Back then, it was all about theories, formulas, and memorization. But now… now we were at the stage where everything had to be applied. Every single principle we'd learned was no longer just words on a chalkboard—it was expected to be practical, to be usable, to be bent and shaped into something we could actually make useful in real situations.
It was honestly fascinating. The kind of thing that made you lean in closer, thinking, Ah, so that's how it all comes together.
But as much as I wanted to keep my head in the game, my body was already betraying me. My eyelids felt heavy, my shoulders ached from sitting still, and my focus slipped further and further away from the lecturer's words. I was too damn tired to properly listen.
"Psst. Leon."
The sound snapped me out of my daze. Someone was calling me, quietly but insistently.
