You can't do it, and it's cool to have a cooler experience. When I was a sophomore, my head teacher and math teacher always hoped that my college entrance examination would win him honors or something (I let you down, and I like the feeling of being affirmed, so I like ... well, I was drilling math just to get involved in those grotesque problems, but I didn't want to look at normal problems at all. I had a math class as soon as I finished it. What's next? English? Oh, that's all right. My English is not bad. Keep doing it. What's next? Biology? I won't and won't listen anyway. This is the way to go to bed at night after class. I fell asleep and dreamed about our physics (yes, physics! ) teacher. He said to me, Li Shuyan, how could you do this? How did mathematicians teach you? Do you need a physicist to teach you math? Oh, yes, I woke up. At 2: 40, I succeeded, so I decided to attend a physics class tomorrow to repay the physicist's dream!