Chapter 9

“I want to go to Hangzhou.”

After Wen Bo finished speaking, he suddenly looked at Fang Zhao intently.

As soon as Fang Zhao put a shrimp ball into his mouth, he noticed that everyone seemed to be looking at him with anticipation.

"Hangzhou? Hangzhou is great. Slender West Lake is so beautiful, and Huaiyang cuisine is also very good."

Well, that’s why I always fail to lose weight. When I mention a place, the first thing that comes to my mind must be the local food.

"Hangzhou seems to have a specialty called braised pork ribs, which I really like. I also like the noodles in Huaiyang cuisine. Mainly, I like the slightly sweet sauce."

Xiaoqian speechlessly kicked this ancestor from under the table. How could he be so unreliable at the critical moment?

Fang Zhao realized belatedly that they seemed to be waiting for her to tell him which city she wanted to go to for college.

"Uh," Fang Zhao smiled. It was not up to him to decide which city to go to college. At this time in his previous life, his grades were just good enough to get into the civil engineering college in Shijiazhuang.

"If you haven't made up your mind, why not consider Hangzhou?"

Wen Bo looked at Fang Zhao with a smile on his face.

Fang Zhao was a little dazed. In a past life, it was this smile that had completely ruined her. What sin had she committed that she was using this smile to 'seduce' him? No, no, Amitabha, my heart is as firm as a rock, and only money can't change it.

"She doesn't want to go to Hangzhou."

An Huainan interrupted.

Xiaoqian looked at An Huainan with surprise. She has been supporting Fang Zhao and An Huainan as a couple for more than two years, and finally the official announcement came?

"He means that I can't get into your university either, haha."

Fang Zhao's mind was spinning, and he couldn't quite figure out what was going on. Two people he'd been unable to get in his past life were now vying to be his partner in this life? Could this be a real-life "Time Travel: The Years I Was the Heroine"?

"Alright, alright, eat quickly. We're about to go to evening study. If you don't eat now, it will be too late."

Fang Zhao's face was almost shrinking into the bowl, and Xiaoqian kicked her in frustration.

An Huainan stared at the back of Fang Zhao's head for a while, sighed, and put the sausage in the bowl into her bowl.

Wang Yazhou had just extended his chopsticks halfway when he saw the sausage flying out of his mouth.

"Well, I also like to eat—"

Forget it, freeloaders don’t deserve to have a say, so Wang Yazhou wisely shut up.

As soon as I arrived at the classroom, I saw four papers piled up on the table. As expected, even the grading of papers in the senior year was so "efficient".

Fang Zhao had no expectations for the test results at all. He returned to his seat and stuffed the test paper into the desk drawer.

"Look, I don't even have the courage to look at my grades anymore."

Behind him, Wang Fangzhou and Baozi spoke in voices just loud enough for Fang Zhao to hear.

"Wen Bo, let me take a look at your math paper. I don't know where I went wrong on these two questions."

The person she was talking to had changed, and Bao Jing's voice had become much more coquettish.

"It's so cold, I have goose bumps. Zhaozi, are you cold?"

Xiaoqian stroked her arm exaggeratedly. Fang Zhao turned around and looked at her and couldn't help laughing.

"Still laughing! Why are your physics grades getting worse each time?"

The physics teacher stood behind Fang Zhao at some point, his face looked even more embarrassed with a frown on his face.

Fang Zhao stood up, feeling guilty. She was really pressed for time. She had just finished her math textbook and hadn't started the other subjects yet. This time, she could only write a random essay based on her memory. Since she had no recollection, she simply left it blank.

"Where's your paper?"

Fang Zhao took the test paper out of the desk drawer, flipped through it, found the comprehensive science paper and put it on the top.

Perhaps he hadn't noticed when he stuffed it into the desk drawer, so the paper was a little wrinkled. Fang Zhao pressed it down hard with his hands, barely able to flatten it, but the upper left corner was still stubbornly sticking up.

On that stubborn, upturned corner, it was prominently written: Physics 43 + Chemistry 27 + Biology 38 = 108.

The full score is 300, the passing score is 108, and her score is 108.

"Judging from your attitude towards the test paper, your study attitude isn't very good either. Have you completely given up now? Are you not going to study at university anymore?"

The physics teacher reprimanded me with a somewhat helpless look. I casually flipped through the other papers and when I came to the math paper, I saw 125 written on it in bright red ballpoint pen.

"You've made great progress in math. Don't focus all your energy on math, spend some time on physics. If you get this bad score again next week, it'll be really unacceptable."

Perhaps because they saw the teacher coming, in order to avoid being scolded, the students all pretended to study hard. The classroom was unusually quiet. Although the physics teacher's voice was not loud, it was also particularly penetrating.

"Okay, stop pretending to be good students. In this class, everyone can form teams and ask other students for help with questions you don't understand. And reflect on your own problems. Let's get started."

After he finished speaking, the classroom suddenly became lively.

As soon as Fang Zhao sat down, he saw Baozi holding the math and science papers and moving a stool to sit next to Wen Bo.

This is one of the rare times when one can openly "smuggle in private ideas", euphemistically calling it "explaining the topic", but who can guarantee that the two won't develop feelings for each other as they talk?

Forget it, I should just brush up on my basics. Fang Zhao threw the test paper aside and simply picked up his physics textbook, starting from the beginning of his freshman year.

Although textbooks are the most basic things, reading them is also the best way to improve scores. Fang Zhao has already experienced the college entrance examination once, and this time he will not be as flustered and upset as last time.

Wen Bo originally wanted to volunteer to tutor Fang Zhao, but he was unexpectedly stopped by Bao Jing.

While he was dealing with Bao Jing, his eyes kept glancing towards Fang Zhao. He didn't know what had happened to Fang Zhao these past two days; he seemed to have lost interest in him and rarely spoke to him. Take today's situation for example. If it were any other time, she would have been the first to come over, bringing a stool to ask for advice, leaving Bao Zi no chance.

Wen Bo didn't know what was wrong, and felt a little empty inside.

He asked Fang Zhao in the evening if she wanted to go to Hangzhou to study at university with him, but he just wanted to test Fang Zhao's heart and see if she had really given up on him.

Could it be that I was really too cold to her a while ago, which hurt her completely and made her ignore me?

"Did you use the method the teacher taught for this problem? Why do I feel like the steps are a little different?"

Baozi was a little distracted when he saw Fang Zhao, and he turned around to block his view. Coupled with Baozi's slightly large body, he immediately blocked Fang Zhao's entire body.

Wen Bo looked away angrily and continued to discuss the topic with Bao Jing. For the first time, he felt that Bao Jing was quite annoying.

Today is Sunday. After morning self-study, students are free to do whatever they want. As usual, they just need to be back before evening self-study.

Fang Zhao took a schoolbag and packed a few textbooks, planning to rent a small hotel outside the school and directly enter the space to make up for the courses he had missed.

She is not very proficient in the art of entering space yet, and she doesn't want to be seen disappearing suddenly out of thin air and get into unnecessary trouble.

Although he was a high school student, Fang Zhao was at least eighteen years old, so he wouldn't be rejected by the hotel. Thinking of this, Fang Zhao mustered up the courage to enter the Orange Hotel behind the school.

"A king-size room, thank you."

The receptionist looked at the slightly immature girl in front of her, carefully checked the information on her ID card, and confirmed that she had just turned eighteen.

"Little girl, if someone is with you, that person will also need to leave their ID information."

The front desk had seen many high school students come here to "steal the forbidden fruit", almost all of them were boys who came to check in alone, lied to the other party and then a girl would sneak in a while later. But this was the first time they had seen a girl check in alone.

"No one's with me."

Fang Zhao quickly waved his hands, realizing they might have misunderstood him, and quickly explained, "I just want to get some sleep here. The dormitory is too noisy and I can't sleep."

"Well, if you need anything, just ring the bell and call us."

After hearing what she said, the receptionist stopped talking and chose a relatively quiet room for her.

"Thanks."

As I opened the door, a musty smell hit me. For a worker who always stayed in five-star hotels on business trips, the environment was quite poor. But for a small county town ten years ago, it was more than acceptable.

Fang Zhao lay on the bed and quickly entered the space.

"Huainan, are you sure you don't want any funding from anyone?"

An Huainan's homeroom teacher, Mr. Sun, was a very kind man, clean-shaven, and somewhat scholarly. The person who sponsored his living expenses for this month called and offered five thousand yuan, but An Huainan refused to accept any of it, which made him anxious.

"Your mother is still sick, you still need the money."

"I've figured out a way to solve it."

"What can you do? You're in the crucial stage of the college entrance exam now. As a student with aspirations to be admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University, you can't afford to delay your studies."

"Teacher, I promise not to delay my studies."

Looking at the stubborn boy in front of him, Teacher Sun was still a little worried. As a high school student, what solutions could he come up with to solve his own problems?

"Okay then," Teacher Sun finally compromised, "I'll keep the money for you first. If you need it, you can come to me and withdraw it anytime."

"Thank you, teacher."

An Huainan raised his foot to walk out, but just as his fingers touched the door handle, they were interrupted again.

"Huainan." Teacher Sun couldn't help but say, "You won't do anything illegal, will you?"

"No, don't worry, teacher."

An Huainan stopped talking and walked out.

Over the years, he has saved some money thanks to various royalties.

Furthermore, in order to make more money during his university years, while studying Chinese Language and Literature, he frequently audited classes at Huaguang College and even took a minor in Financial Management, becoming well-versed in the stock market trends of recent years. While he didn't have the ambition to become a millionaire, supporting himself, his mother, and Fang Zhao wasn't a problem.