Chun Mian had a special talent: she might not know what she was doing, but she could put on a perfectly serious face and pretend she was an expert. Regardless of what was actually going on in her head, her outward appearance was quite convincing.
Teacher Nancy probably knew that the new student's progress was pitiful, so she didn't call on Chun Mian once during the entire class.
After English came math. To Chun Mian, this subject was also incomprehensible. She could understand some concepts because they were still used in the interstellar era. However, others had long since become obsolete; hearing them now was like listening to gibberish. Still, she maintained a flawless facade. Clutching the textbook kindly provided by Zhou Zichan, she pretended to listen intently.
Having barely muddled her way through the morning classes, Chun Mian let out a long sigh of relief.
