Zhao Yi: "Honestly, don't you find it boring to go to school with that brain of yours?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Not at all. Every class is interesting."
Zhao Yi was somewhat skeptical: "Has university gotten that advanced nowadays?"
"Mm."
Zhao Yi didn't know that Li Zhiyuan had a copy of the school's course schedule, picking classes he was interested in every day, so naturally, it would be interesting.
Anyway, he didn't have to worry about failing courses or even taking final exams.
That night, the bus entered the service area, took a brief rest, and then continued on its way without much delay.
Zhao Yi returned to the car, started it again, and followed along.
Li Zhiyuan distributed the steamed buns Zhao Yi had bought to the companions in the back compartment, along with several large packages of pickled vegetables, printed with the advertising slogan: China's home of pickled vegetables — Fuling.
