Suddenly, Shen Qian thought of another question.
According to the records, it must be past 10 o'clock now?
He took a look at his wristband and saw that the time on it had already reached 10:30.
"Damn it, I have class today!"
With a change in expression, Chen Qian didn't have time to savor the moment. He hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed to school.
...
When Shen Qian arrived at the school, it was already past 11 o'clock.
It wasn't that he was deliberately dragging his feet, but the system and the money Ding Yi had borrowed were just enough for last night's expenses, and Shen Qian, penniless, could only run with the wind.
Fortunately, Shen made it to the last class before the storm, but unfortunately, it was taught by their homeroom teacher, Liu Simin…
“I know you might be going through a phase of self-destruction, feeling like there’s no hope for martial arts, but that’s no excuse for missing the whole morning…”
“Every year, the school has more than a thousand graduates, but how many can get into the martial arts department? If everyone were like you, wouldn't society need other people…”
"Don't think that no one cares about you anymore, that nobody pays attention to you. Let me tell you..."
That's it for today. You're being docked 30 points for conduct. Don't let it happen again!
Finally, Liu Simin felt the urge to urinate and Chen Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
He found his seat and was about to get ready to go eat when his deskmate Zhou Xu's expression changed, and he covered his nose: "Damn, Shen Qian, you weren't late this morning because you fell into the toilet, were you?"
Shen Qian realized that he did smell a bit bad, after expelling a lot of impurities, but he didn't care and casually asked, "I remember the last class this morning was supposed to be basic martial arts, so why is it Teacher Liu teaching instead?"
Liu Simin teaches martial arts theory and world history, which is why she asked this question before the incident.
Despite his disdain, Zhou Xu, who still had a decent relationship with Shen Qian, explained, "Teacher Liu is here to collect the registration fee."
"What registration fee?" Shen Qian was taken aback.
“Anyone who wants to take the Wuhan University entrance exam has to pay an extra registration fee, after all, you know how valuable that equipment is.”
"Is the registration fee due today?" Shen Qian immediately became restless. "How come I didn't know that?"
"They notified us last month, but why are you reacting so strongly? Do you want to apply for the martial arts program?" Zhou Xu asked, somewhat puzzled.
Of the fifty-odd people in the class, fewer than twenty actually applied for martial arts, and Shen Qian didn't seem to be among them.
"Do you know what 'a scholar who has been away for three days' means? How much is the registration fee?"
"five hundred."
Shen Qian didn't have time to waste any more words with Zhou Xu. He turned around and found Wang Yangming, who was sleeping at the next table, and slapped him awake.
"What?" Wang Yangming asked, groggily raising his head.
"Send me the money, five hundred."
"Oh." Wang Yangming took out his wallet, rummaged through it, pulled out a banknote and handed it over. "Uh, I think I only have five yuan left after paying the registration fee."
"Damn, they're really poor. Five yuan is considered money?"
Shen Qian stuffed five yuan into his pocket, uttered a disdainful remark, and slipped out of the classroom.
Only then did Wang Yangming regain some composure, and he asked Zhou Xu, who was standing beside him, puzzled, "What does he need five hundred for?"
"It seems... we need to pay the registration fee for the martial arts college entrance examination?" Zhou Xu said uncertainly.
The two, realizing what had happened, looked at each other in bewilderment.
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