Xue Lin went to the class on time. Professor Ivanov was waiting for her. "Lin, you are here. Sit down."
"Thank you, Professor." Xue Lin sat down and took out her notebook and a pen.
"Lin, I know you want to do it, but this lesson needs exceptional concentration which you lack the most. If you haven't changed after going to China, I believe you still lack concentration," Professor Ivanov pointed out her weakness.
"I'll work on it." That's what Xue Lin said at that time.
A week later –
'I think I'm losing my mind,' Xue Lin wondered. 'Why does it take so much energy to concentrate? I think I should resume playing piano again.' She rubbed her temple.