June 30th.

"Phew... Goodbye."

Tu Xiaohei looked up at the familiar house and gently patted the sturdy door.

I turned my head and looked at the vegetable field, which was now desolate.

If all goes as expected, the school should provide free accommodation.

Therefore, the chances of him coming back are very low.

After all, the Third Psychological Observation Institute of China is quite a distance from Tu Xiaohei's home.

A round trip by subway would cost about ten yuan.

For Tu Xiaohei, a child accustomed to poverty, ten yuan was a considerable sum.

You can buy a very generous bowl of ramen!

Moreover, what's the point of spending ten yuan to come home?

Should we find another place to sleep?

"Speaking of which, when exactly did I start wearing these earrings? When exactly did I receive such an expensive gift?"

After Tu Xiaohei finished sighing, he couldn't help but touch the earring on his right ear.

The texture is mysterious, there is no odor, and the paint is not chipped.

Something of this quality would probably cost at least two thousand to buy.

And if you add in the middlemen, postage, and other costs...

Don't even think about buying it if you don't have at least 10,000.

After fiddling around for a while, Tu Xiaohei gave up on pursuing this obviously fruitless question.

He picked up the tattered backpack he had placed on the ground and slowly walked towards the Third Psychological Observation Institute of China.

Inside this backpack were his belongings: 1,500 yuan.

Then there are all sorts of things like admission notices, graduation certificates, and household registration books.

And that was it.

"Gurgle..."

Tu Xiaohei rubbed his stomach.

These days, although Tu Xiaohei hasn't spent a single penny of his own money, he has inevitably eaten everything edible in his house.

Although this behavior might seem a bit like that of a foodie, Tu Xiaohei thinks...

If I really go to the Third Psychological Observation Institute of China, then I may not be able to come back.

In that case, the food I keep at home will be uneaten.

It'll get moldy sooner or later anyway.

Why not finish all this food before going to school?

Unfortunately, although Tu Xiaohei was making all sorts of clever plans, he overlooked one thing.

That is... he forgot to leave himself a breakfast.

Well, now the price of my carelessness is that I won't have breakfast.

"Sigh, just bear with it a little longer. The food at school should be cheaper."

Tu Xiaohei glanced at the shop next door.

Ignoring the enticing aroma, I rushed towards the subway entrance.

Since the Third Psychological Observation Academy of China is a special academy, and even a winter-type academy, it will definitely not skimp on students' diet and other aspects.

Moreover, there are usually many related products near these special schools.

Furthermore, with strict government oversight, it's likely that they could easily acquire something that's very expensive on the market for a low price.

Tu Xiaohei, in any case, doesn't believe that anyone in this world would make a fortune from special schools.

However, Tu Xiaohei was clearly too excited and got up too early. The subway entrance, which was usually crowded with people, was now only occupied by a few cats.

After swiping his student card as usual, Tu Xiaohei sped up and darted into the subway train that was about to depart.

After all, that unfortunate acceptance letter didn't tell him what time to arrive at the Third Psychological Observation Institute of China.

In case I'm late...

If Tu Xiaohei is expelled from the other college, there's really nothing he can do.

I have no choice but to go back to my old job... picking up trash.

Who knows, one day we might find a millionaire's check in the junkyard.

Well, it's better to have these kinds of daydreams every night.

This is absolutely impossible in the real world.

...

"Achoo!"

Ren Xiaobai, who was getting dressed, sneezed violently.

He then rubbed his nose with a disgruntled expression.

Then he immediately put on his sweatpants.

There's hardly anyone around now, so there's no need for me to put on a ladylike mask anymore.

"Miss, it's time."

An aged voice rang out.

Although he was old, his voice was full of energy.

He was definitely a vigorous and healthy old man.

"Okay, I understand."

Ren Xiaobai shook his head, grabbed the bread, and slung his bag over his shoulder.

She's acting nonchalantly now, which is very unladylike, but she seems quite relaxed.

If he could, Ren Xiaobai would rather be penniless, so that he wouldn't have to bear the burden of his father's hopes.

Then there's no need to hide your hobbies anymore, and no need to wear the mask of a goddess anymore.

Unfortunately, her family has rejected the possibility of her doing so.

The reason Ren Xiaobai woke up a little late this time was entirely because he had been busy watching Ultraman Jack countless times yesterday, and as a result, he went to bed late.

They ran down the hill in one go, and at the same time, Ren Xiaobai took the opportunity to finish the bread he had in his mouth.

"Hey, Uncle Wang."

Ren Xiaobai chuckled, then opened the car door and jumped inside.

She planned to make do, after all, sleeping in late wasn't exactly something to be proud of for Ren Xiaobai's goddess image.

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