CHAPTER 77: FUTURE PLANS

But he thought about how, if his big brother brought him to the hospital, it wouldn’t just be a shot, there would also be blood tests and all kinds of exams.

And maybe it was also because Ding Yixin kept promising again and again that he would be gentle and it wouldn’t hurt.

Rong Xingyu lay on the bed while his lower part of his body completely exposed to the air.

When the cotton ball soaked with alcohol gently rubbed across that spot, he suddenly felt like he was a piece of meat on a cutting board.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. It’s fine, Rong Xingyu, it’s just a shot, right? You’ve had shots before. It doesn’t hurt that much. It’s nothing...

"Mm!!!"

It hurts so much!!! Dr. Ding is a big liar!

...

The last time he got a shot in the school clinic, he broke out into a full sweat.

Whether it was the medicine or the sweating, Rong Xingyu’s cold recovered very quickly.

The cold didn’t disturb his study plan like he had worried before.

After he recovered, he felt his mind become much clearer, not foggy like the past few days.

The final exams for the semester were almost here.

Because this exam came right before winter break, everyone in the class took it very seriously.

After all, everyone wanted a good score so they could enjoy the New Year in peace.

The study atmosphere in the classroom was very strong.

Especially in the last two days before the exam—

"Please, Study God, bless me! Let me pass English this year!"

Rong Xingyu looked at the classmate in front of him who put his hands together and even bowed to him sincerely. "..."

Had this person studied until he lost his sanity?

And anyway, what was the point of bowing to him?

After bowing, the boy even pushed a small pack of snacks toward him, like he was "offering" it to Rong Xingyu.

And he was not the only one who had come to "pray to the Study God" these past few days.

It seemed many classmates were already desperate enough to try anything.

Rong Xingyu handed the snacks to Qian Zhijun beside him and almost all the snacks ended up in Qian Zhijun’s stomach.

Qian Zhijun happily opened the package and grabbed a handful of chips.

"To borrow some of the Study God’s luck! Let me not fail this final exam too! It’s best if I can guess all the answers right!"

Rong Xingyu: "..."

He said helplessly, "Just eat your chips. Even a whole bag wouldn’t block your mouth."

"They’re making me nervous too," Qian Zhijun said. Thinking about the exam in two days, he suddenly laughed, "But luckily, I have the best desk mate. You are my personal lucky charm who helps me predict exam questions!"

Rong Xingyu shook his head. He would never be able to change this "lucky charm" image in Qian Zhijun’s mind.

Qian Zhijun thought Rong Xingyu was reviewing for finals too. But when he leaned over, he saw that Rong Xingyu was actually doing competition problems.

At once, he looked at Rong Xingyu like he was a true academic master. "Xiaoyu, you don’t even need to study for finals?"

Rong Xingyu thought for a moment and said, "I still need to. It’s just that I usually understand the lessons well, so I don’t need to spend too much time reviewing. Just looking over things at the end is enough. And after winter break, I’ll need to join the competition soon, so I want to prepare early."

Qian Zhijun clicked his tongue. Maybe this was how high the Study God stood. Someone like him, a simple bad student, could never understand it.

When it came to competitions, even though they were still in their second year of high school, many people had already started thinking about what direction they would choose a year later.

Some would stay in the country to take the college entrance exam and a large number would be sent abroad to study by their families.

If someone planned to take the college entrance exam, then joining competitions was also a path many people chose.

It was like a special door that helped them knock on the gates of their ideal university.

Qian Zhijun’s thoughts drifted far.

Thinking about the college entrance exam again, he suddenly leaned closer and asked Rong Xingyu, "Xiaoyu, have you ever thought about which university you want to get into?"

Rong Xingyu turned a page of his book.

When he heard the question, he paused for a moment.

How could he not have thought about it?

From his previous life onward, Rong Xingyu had imagined more than once that he could walk across a clean and beautiful university campus, receiving the highest education just like everyone else around him.

He smiled and nodded. "I have thought about it."

"Then which university do you want to go to?" Qian Zhijun asked with curiosity.

Rong Xingyu thought for a moment. "Maybe Liaofang University."

He still needed to choose properly later.

The universities in this world were not the same as the ones from his previous life and he had not fully looked into them yet.

"Then you’ll have to stay in Liaofang City."

Most of the famous universities in the country were in Liaofang City.

If that was the case, then Rong Xingyu would indeed stay here in the future.

"What about you? Have you thought about it?" Rong Xingyu asked.

Qian Zhijun scratched his head. "Me? My grades are bad. My sister will probably send me abroad. I don’t really know."

He let out a sigh and said, "If I have to go abroad, then we won’t be able to hang out together often anymore."

Seeing him suddenly look sad, Rong Xingyu comforted him, "There’s still more than a year. Nothing is decided yet."

"That’s true." Qian Zhijun was easy to cheer up. His earlier sadness disappeared at once and he looked carefree again.

Rong Xingyu was just about to say something else when he suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.