Zhuo Yihang suddenly understood why Ren Zhong could be so successful.
Such self-discipline, such talent.
Finally, Ren Zhong finished eating, quickly packed over ten meal boxes into a bag, handed it to Zhuo Yihang, and said again, "Sorry to trouble you. The classroom is quiet today, and I didn't want to waste time walking back and forth, so I have to rely on you to bring me food."
Zhuo Yihang respectfully took the bag and said with admiration, "No problem, it's my job. Mr. Ren, you're really diligent."
Ren Zhong stretched lazily, "It's alright."
Zhuo Yihang: "Yesterday I brushed up on some history knowledge. Mr. Ren, would it be fair to describe your diligence as the early bird gets the worm?"
Ren Zhong froze in the middle of his stretch, then couldn't help but laugh out loud, "No, I would call it a roc bird soaring through the wind to reach the heights of ninety thousand miles."
Zhuo Yihang: "Huh?"
