Chapter 5
Fang Zhao curled up on the sofa, not wanting to move at all. He casually turned on the TV, and the whole room echoed with the sound of Baba and Lunlun's new drama. Needless to say, these two faces were really good-looking and very pleasing to the eye.
Unfortunately, the series will only be updated until 8:43 tonight, the moment she enters the dream.
The next day, the space would repeat the day Fang Zhao had traveled back. Everything in the space would return to its starting point, including the contents of the refrigerator, used cosmetics, and recharged TV memberships.
(Of course, except for the money in the piggy bank, which is Fang Zhao’s lifeblood, the piggy bank is the only thing that cannot be restarted.)
If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have felt bad about spending money and would have bought memberships for all the apps.
The time in this dimension corresponds to the time ten years ago. The clock now reads exactly 10:20, and the lights-out bell has rung twenty minutes ago. The Little River God has placed a spell in Fang Zhao's soul, allowing her to use a 'sleight of hand' to trick others into thinking she's asleep. She can then withdraw completely into her own dimension.
He sighed, turned off the TV, took a bottle of Coke out of the refrigerator, resigned himself to his fate and opened his exercise book, reading the questions while biting a burrito.
Fang Zhao wasn't very good at math in high school, so his parents forced him to choose the popular civil engineering major for college. He was surprised to discover how closely it intertwined math with this major. He was even forced to take "Computational Methods" for two semesters. It's a truly heartbreaking experience.
sin, cos, tan------
Fang Zhao's mind was almost dizzy. He took two bites of a burrito and didn't move it again. Just looking at these symbols made him feel full, even a little bloated.
However, Xiao Heshen said that the trajectory of life will not change, which means that his college entrance examination results will not change. In this case, it seems that there is not much difference whether to do this question or not.
Thinking of this, Fang Zhao decided to take a shower and go to bed. He would deal with the rest of the things tomorrow.
After setting the alarm for six in the morning, Fang Zhao lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. He'd gone from working nine to five to working six to ten, even with two weeks off. While the pay was good, the hours had doubled, which felt like a loss.
The consequence of not being able to sleep at night was that Fang Zhao was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes during math class the next day.
Holding a pen in his hand and squinting his eyes, he scribbled unconsciously on the book, but he didn't dare to actually sleep on the table like An Huainan did.
According to the students in the liberal arts class, An Huainan basically slept through his daytime classes. He was a typical night owl, who loved to lie in bed and read all kinds of thick books at night. However, because his academic performance was so excellent, the teachers basically pretended not to see him during class.
When his head hit the ground for the third time, a piece of chalk landed steadily on Fang Zhao's forehead.
"Fang Zhao, stand up and tell me how you solve this problem."
Fang Zhao suddenly woke up and turned to look at Cui Xiaoqian. What a joke! She didn't even know what question she was talking about.
"Pythagorean theorem, Pythagorean theorem--" Cui Xiaoqian hid behind her, trying to cram knowledge into her head.
"The Pythagorean Theorem."
The math teacher was a middle-aged woman, tall and thin, with a black mole on her forehead. Her stern demeanor made her difficult to approach. Fang Zhao had always been somewhat intimidated by her.
"Other students, please stop talking. Fang Zhao, bring your exercise book over here so I can take a look."
Fang Zhao pursed his lips, picked up the exercise book and walked up to the podium with an air of devotion.
This damn oppressive feeling, how can I live my life again and still be so full of it? After all, I am now a person with a bachelor's degree, how can I be so cowardly? Fang Zhao complained to himself in his heart.
"Cleaner than your face." The math teacher flipped through two pages, his already serious face growing even more serious. "Fang Zhao, do you think the college entrance exam is a game you're playing? Do you know how badly your math grades have declined? If you keep this up, and you still want to get into a 985 or 211 university, I'm telling you, you won't even get into undergraduate studies."
Another barrage of lectures followed. Fang Zhao bowed his head, speechless. Suddenly, this job seemed quite difficult. He'd been working there for years, and he'd never been scolded like this. At most, it was just the boss who disliked him and made things difficult for him.
Oh, forget it. Being scolded openly is still more comfortable than being bullied in secret. Thinking of this, Fang Zhao didn't feel so sad anymore. Just scold him a few times.
Of course, the consequence of cursing was that Fang Zhao stood at the back of the classroom with his workbook. Now it was hard not to wake up.
Fang Zhao still felt a little embarrassed standing at the back, and secretly made up his mind to put some effort into learning again, at least not to stand at the back and listen to classes every day.
There was a chattering sound in the corridor. Fang Zhao was a little distracted and secretly glanced outside. It seemed that a class was moving new books.
He sighed and was about to look away when he saw Li Yihong and An Huainan walking towards him side by side, each holding a dozen documents in their arms.
Li Yihong just turned sideways and said something to An Huainan, and a smile appeared on An Huainan's face. Li Yihong also smiled and inadvertently glanced at Fang Zhao who was standing at the back of the classroom.
As if he had noticed something, An Huainan also looked over.
Fang Zhao was so embarrassed that he almost covered his face with a book.
Li Yihong was the perpetual second-best student in the liberal arts class, so when the class was divided into desks, she and An Huainan were always assigned to the same table.
Fang Zhao first noticed Li Yihong because of his classmate Hou Jie. He said there was a very pretty girl in the liberal arts class whom he liked very much. Her name was Li Yihong.
So one time when they were doing morning exercises, Fang Zhao called Hou Jie to point them, and she and Hou Jie both stretched their necks to look towards the liberal arts class.
"That's the one carrying the red clothes." Hou Jie pointed for a long time, but seeing that Fang Zhao still didn't see it, he became a little anxious, so he simply twisted her head and adjusted her position.
Fang Zhao saw it, and at the same time, he also saw An Huainan, who was staring at him with an expressionless face behind Li Yihong.
Fang Zhao didn't know why, but he suddenly felt guilty. He quickly slapped Hou Jie's hand away, turned around and stood straight.
"What's wrong? Did you see it?" Hou Jie asked her casually, "Isn't she pretty?"
"It looks good, it really does."
Hou Jie was very satisfied when she admitted it, and patted her shoulders twice. "Of course it looks good. I have always had good taste."
Fang Zhao turned his gaze back to the blackboard, and couldn't help but glance out the window. He saw that only An Huainan was outside the window, and the information in his hand was gone. He was standing at the front of the classroom, in a position where he could see himself without being discovered.
Fang Zhao always felt that he was saying something to him. When he squinted his eyes to see the shape of his mouth, he realized that he was saying, "Listen carefully to the class."
——
It's up to you to say it.
The only memory Fang Zhao had about Li Yihong was the time they went boating on the lake together.
That was during their freshman year of college, and they weren't together yet.
Fang Zhao had a hard time adjusting to a city where An Huainan wasn't a student at the school. Initially, she thought it was the unfamiliarity of the new environment. Later, she realized it was An Huainan's absence. During that time, she would drag An Huainan along every night for long conversations, becoming increasingly engrossed.
One day, An Huainan suddenly sent her a message, saying that he wanted to come to her city to play for a few days.
Fang Zhao was delighted, having been looking forward to it for a whole week. Even her bestie teased her, asking if she should lose some weight or get a makeover beforehand, since she was about to meet her crush. While Fang Zhao insisted they weren't a couple, so why bother dressing up or losing weight? But secretly, she still ate cucumbers for three days.
After waiting for a long time for that day, Fang Zhao specially wore the dress she thought was the most beautiful and waited for him early at the agreed place.
Who knew that when An Huainan got off the car and Fang Zhao happily walked forward with him, An Huainan suddenly stopped and said that he had an appointment with someone else.
After waiting for a long time, I saw Li Yihong coming late in a light blue dress.
Not to mention, Li Yihong has naturally fair skin, and the blue dress perfectly matches her skin tone, making her lips and teeth look red and white, a true lady from a noble family.
Fang Zhao, having chosen an engineering major, had to do an internship at a construction site after her civil engineering classes began. Most of the time, she sat on the ground with a group of young men, like migrant workers, staring blankly at the workers or protecting the measuring instruments on the main road. So, despite applying sunscreen again and again and wearing long sleeves and a hat whenever she went out, Fang Zhao still got incredibly dark during those years.
"Huainan, we can go first——"
"Let's go to the park and swim in the lake."
Before Fang Zhao could finish his words, he was interrupted by Li Yihong.
"good."
An Huainan didn't object, so Fang Zhao had no choice but to follow them toward the moat park. But she felt aggrieved. She had spent so many days and so many strategies, only to have them all overturned by Li Yihong's casual words.
Standing next to Li Yihong, Fang Zhao felt like an ugly duckling next to a white swan, and the vinegar in his heart was completely overturned.
Fang Zhao no longer remembered what happened afterwards. He only recalled that he was sitting in the boat that day, facing An Huainan, and next to An Huainan was Li Yihong. They were staring at the oars together, a perfect match.
Sitting opposite him, I felt like a light bulb. No, a light bulb at least was bright, but I was so dark that I wasn't even a light bulb.
Later, after Li Yihong left, Fang Zhao started to lose his temper with An Huainan, and the two soon parted ways unhappily.
Afterwards, Fang Zhao reviewed the situation carefully and felt that An Huainan didn't like him. The one he liked was probably the fair-skinned and beautiful Li Yihong.
In An Huainan's heart, Fang Zhao has always been a "confidant", but this "confidant" may have gone astray.
Perhaps there is a natural ambiguity in the understanding of liberal arts students and science students. The "confidant" in my own understanding is similar to a lover, while the "confidant" of liberal arts students is similar to the "brother" of science students.
Thinking of this, Fang Zhao felt more and more that he was really called here to serve as a foil. However, he did not realize that he was a foil and actually got involved in the female lead's script and lost his temper with the male lead. He was really like an ant trying to shake a tree and overestimating his own abilities.
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