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Chapter 270 How Much Dowry Should Be Requested?

The heavy security door of Li Zhijia closed with a dull but crisp sound behind Shen Yuan, the clear "click" of the latch seemingly still echoing in the silent corridor.

The boy stood somewhat bewildered in front of the cold metal security door, his body temperature, which had been burning hot just moments before, seemed to have been instantly taken away by the cool air in the stairwell.

He raised his hand, his fingers unconsciously touching his lips, where the soft, moist touch and warm warmth of the girl still lingered.

The light from the ceiling light in the hallway cast a long, thin shadow of his somewhat dazed figure onto the polished floor.

Shen Yuan subconsciously sniffed, his nasal cavity still seemingly filled with the faint scent from Li Zhi's bedroom, mixed with the fragrance that had just been rubbed and the clean scent from her hair.

...Just like that?
Li Bao ruthlessly pushed him out the door.
Shen Yuan scratched the back of his head, his short hair curling into a few unruly strands. His face was a mixture of regret for not having had enough and an awkward smile that came after realizing his mistake.

Why were they kicked out?
Shen Yuan stood outside the door, his thoughts racing.

He recalled the girl's cheeks, flushed red as if they were about to bleed.

That was after he uttered the double entendre of the verb "to fall in love," and finally, under the assault of his palms and lips, those beautiful eyes, misty with tears.

Yes.

The most crucial issue is the occasion.

Shen Yuan's fingertips gently brushed against his chin, as if he could still feel the bluffing force of Li Zhi's angry shove.

The root of her nervousness and her feigned composure was crystal clear.

In the living room, less than ten meters away from the door, Old Li and Aunt Xu were sitting there!
Old Li's expressionless face instantly flashed into Shen Yuan's mind.

The scrutinizing eyes in the elevator lobby, the fleeting glances they exchanged as they held hands under the garage lights…

These memories, like invisible cold water, extinguished the wild and unrestrained flames that had just begun to burn in the boy's heart.

Even if Li Zhi hadn't chased him away, in this situation, would he really dare to do anything more "out of line"?
Old Li's invisible aura seemed to be blocking the doorway!
Shen Yuan sighed silently, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up in a sweet smile.

Ultimately, being kicked out wasn't her fault, nor could it be considered his "failure," it was simply because...

The timing and location were both too dangerous.

The alluring, ambiguous atmosphere in the enclosed room, the burning thrill from skin-to-skin contact—ultimately couldn't compete with the absolute authority of Comrade Li in the real world outside, or the undeniable tension and shyness that the young girl felt.

He took one last look at the heavy, tightly closed door, as if he could feel through the door the figure inside who was probably covering his face, stomping his feet, or burying his face in the pillow.

"...Next time, find a secluded place."

The boy muttered something under his breath, as if he were setting a small lesson for this "defeat," or as if he were making an appointment for another private moment alone.

He rubbed his face, suppressing the pounding in his heart and the reluctance of being forcibly interrupted, and finally turned around and walked towards his front door.

Only his footsteps, tinged with a hint of resentment yet forced to admit defeat, remained in the hallway.

Shen Yuan took out his keys and gently opened the door.

The warm light from the living room and the soft background noise of a variety show from the TV dispelled the last trace of chill in the hallway.

On the sofa, Ms. Zhang Yuyan was hugging a cushion, watching with great interest.

Hearing the door open, she turned her head and looked at it with an expression that was both unexpected and as if she had expected it.

"Huh?" Zhang Yuyan raised her eyebrows high and her gaze swept over Shen Yuan's face and body like a searchlight.

She put down the cushion, a mocking smile curving her lips, her voice drawn out, full of amusement.

"Oh? Why is our busy man back so early?"

Zhang Yuyan deliberately emphasized the words "early" and "back," with the last syllable rising in her voice, and the mischievousness in her eyes almost materialized.

She tilted her head slightly, a knowing smile on her face, and mercilessly added, "Tsk, looking so dejected... what's wrong? Did our Li Zhi 'kick' you out?"

Shen Yuan's cheeks flushed, as if the lingering warmth that had just been dispelled by the wind in the stairwell had reignited.

He instinctively straightened his back, his neck stiffening as he tried to retort.

"Mom! What do you mean by 'kicked out'? I was..."

He had only spoken halfway when Shen Yuan suddenly deflated and slumped his shoulders.

He no longer tried to maintain his youthful spirit, but instead slipped on his slippers and took two steps to the sofa where Ms. Zhang Yuyan was sitting.

The tall figure sat down next to his mother with remarkable ease, even squeezing closer to Zhang Yuyan with a touch of roguishness, almost burying himself in the corner of the sofa.

Zhang Yuyan was taken aback by her son's sudden act of "joining forces," and then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She put down the pillow in her arms and let her son cling to her side as if he had been wronged when he was a child.

He turned his head, his eyes filled with insight and undisguised mockery, looking at Shen Yuan's face, which was so close to his.

"Oh ho?" Zhang Yuyan raised her hand and pinched her silly son's still slightly hot cheek without any politeness.

"You got kicked out by your girlfriend, and now you're asking your mom for comfort?"

Shen Yuan pursed his lips, not refuting the precise "accusation," but merely grunted through his nose, which was taken as tacit acceptance of this "grievance" of seeking a warm harbor.

Shen Yuan was about to come up with excuses such as "I came back on my own initiative", "Li Zhi was tired", and "I didn't want to disturb their rest".

But his appearance perfectly illustrates the saying, "When your girlfriend complains about you, you go home and whine to your mom."

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly exploded in Shen Yuan's mind!

"Ding!"

Your side hustle has taken off, and although it's only made a tiny bit of progress (referring to 4 followers), it's still an improvement.

Keep at it, enrich your content, and you might just succeed.

But besides your side hustle, don't forget what's truly important to you.

Your current core objective is to marry Li Zhi.

Please immediately communicate with your parents to discuss the estimated amount of the "bride price" required for the marriage and to formulate a financial plan. Bonus: 10% of the bride price amount.

[Note: This decision was made after considering the economic circumstances of both families, local wedding customs, and the level of respect shown to the bride's parents.]

what?
What is that?!
Bride price...?!

Dude... that fast?

I remember in the last mission, Zhong Deng hadn't proposed yet!
Oh, right. In Zhongdeng's case, it seems that even without a proposal, they can discuss the bride price.

After all, she's already 35.

Tsk, I'm still getting chills from my father-in-law's stare, and you've already fast-forwarded to talking about the bride price?!

This damn system won't give you a moment's respite!
This is not fair!
Shen Yuan glanced at the reward.

Oops—cut this part out.

Tongzi Ge (orz)

……

At this moment, Shen Yuan was torn between his inner thoughts and his own.

Although he felt it was unfair, the reward made him waver. The "10% bride price bonus" was like a small hook scratching at his heart.

The only sounds in the living room were the noise from the variety show on TV and Ms. Zhang Yuyan's inquiries.

Shen Yuan secretly glanced at his mother beside him, struggling internally for a long time.

In the end, Shen Yuan decided to speak up.

It's not just about the reward; it's probably a preview of the future.

Anyway... it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Shen Yuan took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound less abrupt, and spoke tentatively with a deliberate casualness.

"Mom..." Shen Yuan swallowed.

"Um... what do you think is appropriate, if I were to marry Li Zhi, how much dowry would I need to prepare?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the living room seemed to freeze for a few seconds, leaving only the background noise of the television program.

Ms. Zhang Yuyan stared at him intently, her eyebrows slightly raised, her gaze seemingly able to penetrate Shen Yuan's guilty conscience.

After a few seconds, she seemed to have finally processed the sudden question, and a meaningful smile slowly curved her lips.

"Oh? Dowry?"

Swift stared at him intently, raised her eyebrows slightly, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly leaned closer.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden, Shen Yuan? Did something happen to you?"

Her sharp gaze swept over her son's reddened earlobes: "You were just kicked out and you're already thinking about the bride price? Has Li Zhi bewitched you?"

Shen Yuan felt a chill run down his spine from his mother's gaze, but he stubbornly retorted, "And what about you? Didn't you ever think that you'd have to face this sooner or later?"

He clenched his burning palms: "Given the current relationship between Li Zhi and me, we'll have to wait at most four more years until we graduate from university!"

Zhang Yuyan's lips slowly curved into a meaningful smile as she lightly tapped the pillow with her fingertip.

"Since you brought it up, let me tell you about it too. We need to break down the issue of the bride price."

She held up three fingers.

"First, let's look at sincerity. Although our family isn't super rich, we've been through a divorce once, and your dad still has plenty of money in his account, so his sincerity in getting a wife must be genuine."

"According to the customs of Jiyang, the average family would receive between 8 and 18 yuan..."

Zhang Yuyan paused, then gave a sly smile.

“You’ve really taken a liking to Li Zhi, and I’m fond of her too. So, my idea is actually 38.”

Zhang Yuyan counted on her fingers and said, "As for the diamond ring, wedding bands, and other hardware, you two can decide for yourselves. You should choose what you like."

"All things considered, it should be around 45."

Seeing her son's thoughtful expression, Zhang Yuyan suddenly had a mischievous smile and said, "Hey, Shen Yuan, what do you think... should Mom just call your Aunt Xu right now and discuss it?"

"No, no, no! Mom! My dear Mom! Please don't—!"

Zhang Yuyan's casual remark sounded like a thunderclap to Shen Yuan's ears!

He was so frightened that he jumped up from the sofa with a start, waving his arms wildly and shaking his head like a rattle drum, his face instantly filled with terror.

"This...this...this is too fast! Mom, calm down! I was just saying! There are still at least four years left!"

Seeing her son instantly cower in fear, Zhang Yuyan couldn't help but chuckle, her eyes gleaming with a smug "I knew it" light.

"Look at what you have accomplished!"

Zhang Yuyan smiled and said to Shen Yuan, "Didn't you bring this up first?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuan immediately blushed and begged his mother for forgiveness, saying repeatedly, "Mom! Mom! I was just joking, please don't take it seriously!"

Ms. Zhang Yuyan couldn't help but laugh at her son's cowardly behavior, her eyes filled with smugness.

She gently patted the sofa armrest, her smile fading slightly as she said, "Shen Yuan, what I just mentioned about the 38 yuan dowry plus the gold jewelry is no joke. I'll save that money now, including the gold."

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, and seeing that Shen Yuan's ears were perked up, she slowly added the second half of the sentence, "Mom is seriously considering this. But if you dare to go back on your word four years from now—"

She looked at Shen Yuan, who was frozen in place, and a sly smile curved her lips: "You can figure it out yourself."

Just then, the bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Old Shen came out of the room. He had just taken a shower and was wearing a thick nightgown.

He saw Shen Yuan and Zhang Yuyan sitting on the sofa, talking animatedly. He walked to the center of the living room while rubbing his slightly damp hair and asked curiously, "Hey, what are you two talking about? You seem so engrossed."

Zhang Yuyan smiled and said to Lao Shen, "You've come at the right time. Your son and I were talking about getting married. We just finalized the amount of the bride price."

Old Shen's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned to Shen Yuan, saying, "So fast? You've already discussed the bride price? What have you been up to? Does your Uncle Li know?"

Shen Yuan's face flushed red instantly, and he hurriedly waved his hands to explain, "I didn't do anything! I really didn't do anything! If I had done something, would Uncle Li have let me off the hook?"

As soon as Shen Yuan finished speaking, he saw his parents exchange a glance and then look at him with incredibly ambiguous eyes.

The boy's face flushed red instantly.

"Don't overthink it! I was just... I was just curious and casually asked about the bride price!"

His tone was urgent and clearly embarrassed, indicating that his parents had overthought things.

After he finished speaking, he even awkwardly touched the back of his neck, trying to hide his inner panic.

Seeing this, Old Shen knew that the time was almost right.

The old father smiled slightly and patted Shen Yuan's shoulder: "Don't think too much. Your task now is to study hard and get into the same university as Zhizhi first."

"You'll have plenty of time to think about these things once you're admitted to the same university."

Shen Yuan nodded repeatedly, as if pounding garlic, and hurriedly replied, "I understand!"

After saying that, his face turned bright red, and he hurriedly turned around and ran back to his room as if fleeing.

Watching Shen Yuan run back to her room with a flushed face, Zhang Yuyan shook her head helplessly, then turned to Old Shen.

"This kid... But Lao Shen, Shen Yuan just told me about the bride price. I've calculated it out, and it's about 45."

"The 38 yuan is the bride price itself, just for good luck."

"The remaining part includes the diamond ring and hardware—the diamond ring is up to them, and with the hardware, it'll probably cost around 6 to 7. That brings the total to 45. What do you think?"

"Let's say 58. Anyway, it'll all be theirs eventually. A little more or a little less, it's all for the kids' savings, isn't it?" Old Shen immediately raised the figure to an even higher number.

Zhang Yuyan rolled her eyes at Lao Shen and scoffed, "So generous? Are you so sure Lao Li will get more than you?"

"Ha, I know him too well?"

"Alright, alright, whatever you say, since you're paying anyway." Old Shen chuckled, "That's right."

Just as Old Shen finished speaking, Shen Yuan, who was in the room, suddenly heard the system's voice.

"Ding!"

【mission completed! 】

Please immediately communicate with your parents to discuss the estimated amount of the "bride price" required for the marriage and to formulate a financial preparation plan.

[Note: This decision was made after considering the economic circumstances of both families, local wedding customs, and the level of respect shown to the bride's parents.]

[Reward: 5.8]

Shen Yuan:?
Without even thinking, it's obvious that Dad and Mom were talking again.

But this is good too, I can take more, maybe I'll need it for the bride price later.

As he pondered how to use this windfall, his gaze inadvertently swept over the cushions in the corner of the room.

Under the warm yellow glow of the desk lamp, Nao Nao and San Geng were snuggled together, fast asleep.

Two white balls of fur rose and fell gently with each breath. Sangeng's round body was close to it, its little head resting on Naonao's soft belly, making soft and even gurgling sounds.

This heartwarming scene instantly dispelled the tension in Shen Yuan's heart.

A smile involuntarily appeared on the boy's face.

He walked over in a few steps, squatted down, rubbed his fingertips against Nao Nao's smooth ear, and then stroked San Geng's warm back.

Looking at the two little ones snuggling together, a thought struck him.

"Hey, I almost forgot about you two little rascals..."

Shen Yuan's voice was very low, with a gentle huskiness that came from being alone.

I gently rubbed Nao Nao's fluffy forehead with my fingertips, and then pinched the paw pads of Nao Nao, who was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night.

The kittens were woken up by Shen Yuan. Feeling the familiar scent and sound, they all rubbed against Shen Yuan's palm.

Warm light poured down from above, blurring the shadows of the person and the two cats together.

Nao Nao nuzzled his palm affectionately, making cheerful gurgling sounds in her throat.

"Alright, alright," Shen Yuan ruffled the fur of the two cats, who were staring at him expectantly, and then reached out to scratch their chins.

Listening to that reassuring gurgling sound, I felt a sense of peace in my heart.

The boy's Adam's apple bobbed, and with an undeniable possessiveness and a touch of serious jest, he clearly uttered the last few words into the warm air.

"Anyway... you two should be considered my dowry. I raised you both, so your mother shouldn't even think about using you as part of her dowry."

……

Senior year of high school always seems to fly by, and the holidays end very quickly.

After bringing their books back last night, the senior high school students returned to their classrooms today.

The classroom lacked the usual relaxed atmosphere that comes after holidays; instead, it was filled with tension and trepidation.

When will the mock exam results be released? This became the focus of attention on the first day of formal classes after returning to school.

Shen Yuan leaned against the table in the back row, his long legs casually stretched out, slowly twirling a pen in his hand.

Ah Jie, who was sitting to the side, couldn't hold back any longer. He turned half of his body around, and his butt was almost off the chair.

"Damn! Lao Yuan!" A-Jie's voice rose eight octaves, his anticipation clearly visible on his face.

"I dreamt last night that I passed my English exam! Could it be real?"

Yang Ze turned his head: "Jie, dreams and reality are opposites."

"Bullshit! I don't believe in that stuff!" A-Jie immediately retorted, sticking his neck out and slamming his fingers on the table with a dull thud, as if that would ward off Yang Ze's "jinx."

"I'm basing my predictions on my test-taking instincts! Don't you even know what scientific prediction is?!"

Shen Yuan, who had been twirling the pen, suddenly stopped.

He glanced at A-Jie's profile, which was trying to appear calm, then looked at his close classmates around him, and a sly smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"Since you're so confident..." The boy flipped his wrist, magically producing his phone, and lightly tapped the screen with his fingertip, making a crisp "click" sound.

He slowly waved his phone, meeting A-Jie's suddenly wary gaze.

In front of everyone, Shen Yuan turned on the recording function.

He held the phone up steadily, the screen facing A-Jie, his smile deepening, and his voice, tinged with a mischievous tone, rang out clearly.

"Come on! Zhou Shaojie, speak out loudly to the camera your estimated scores for each subject in the mock exam! Especially that English subject that you're supposed to be sure of!"
When Ah-Jie looked at the phone camera shoved right in front of his face, the forced composure on his face cracked instantly.

He stiffened his neck, cleared his throat, and started counting on his fingers in front of the camera.

"Hey! Clap your hands, Lao Yuan! Your brother Jie performed exceptionally well this time!"

"Chinese: 110! Math: 150 (as usual)! English: 90! Science: 290!"

Shen Yuan's wicked smile deepened, and with a flick of his wrist, the phone camera naturally shifted from A-Jie to Yang Ze beside him.

“Ze, tell me about yourself.”

Shen Yuan held the phone steadily with his fingers, and the screen framed Yang Ze perfectly.

Ah Jie said, "Come on, Comrade Yang Ze, stop hiding it. Face the camera and boldly express your optimistic outlook for your mock exam results! Let's compare and learn from each other."

Looking at Shen Yuan's relentless camera lens, and glancing at A-Jie who was arguing vehemently beside him, Yang Ze knew that he couldn't escape the consequences if he didn't announce his score today.

"Alright." Yang Ze pushed up his glasses. "I'm not as confident as Brother Jie. I'll just give a rough estimate."

He looked at the camera, his voice clear and calm.

"Chinese 115, Math 125, English 130, Science 265 to 270."

Compared to A-Jie's data, Yang Ze's estimated score can be considered conservative yet still quite excellent.

But there was no smugness on his face, only a complaint about Shen Yuan's recording: "Satisfied? Remember to blur my face after you're done filming."

"Don't worry, don't worry," Shen Yuan said with a grin, stopping the recording and quickly tapping the screen a few times to save it.

"High-definition original quality, no blurring, all natural."

He looked at the successful save icon, put his phone away with satisfaction, and a wicked smile of triumph spread across his face.

Okay, here's another piece of future embarrassing material.

Shen Yuan's camera didn't stop there; it lazily turned to Chen Mingyu beside him, like a searchlight.

"Ai Muyu, don't just watch the show, what about yours?"

Chen Mingyu was covered by the camera. He looked up expressionlessly at the phone screen that was being shoved at him, and then at Shen Yuan, who was smiling with a "malicious" look on his face.

"...Chinese around 120? Math at most 130. English 120. Science..." He paused, then finally admitted honestly, "...270?"

Shen Yuan kept it with great satisfaction.

The camera turned again, precisely locking onto He Zhiyu, who had just returned to his seat and was listening intently to their commotion.

"He Zhiyu!"

Shen Yuan raised his voice slightly and handed over the phone camera with a smile: "Mock exam results! Tell me!"

The young author immediately flashed his signature smile when he saw the camera.

She cleared her throat and spoke confidently to the camera, her voice crisp and slightly boastful.

“语文冲135！数学嘛争取125！英语130+没跑！理综……嘿嘿，265保本冲275！主要是化学最后那道大题感觉没做利索……”

A soft laugh came from Zhuo Peipei and a barely audible "tsk" from Yang Ze.

"stable!"

Shen Yuan smiled and gave a thumbs up, recording her "bold words," and the camera naturally slid to Zhuo Peipei's face.

"Master President?"

"It's cancelled."

Zhuo Peipei flashed a vibrant smile and then spoke to Shen Yuan's camera.

"Hmm... Chinese, probably around 135? Math, maybe a little over 125? English, around 130, and combined science, just average, around 270..."

Upon hearing Zhuo Peipei's grades, Shen Yuan quickly glanced at A-Jie.

Ah Jie understood perfectly what Shen Yuan's eyes meant.

Shen Yuan's camera swayed and turned to Li Zhi, who was standing to the side.

"Li Bao?"

Li Zhi looked up, her beautiful eyes glaring at Shen Yuan and the phone he was holding, and muttered under her breath, "Idiot!"

The girl thought for a moment, then said softly to the camera, "Hmm... I'll probably get around 130 in Chinese. I feel okay with math, hopefully around 140. The combined science subjects are a bit harder, I'll try for 285? And 145 in English."

"Whoa!" Ah Jie gasped, instantly silenced by the top student's estimated score. "Sorry to bother you, sorry to bother you..."

Who's the kind soul who estimates the score to be 700?
Before Ah Jie could finish muttering, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and his neck stiffened abruptly.

The wilted look on his face, which had just been dampened by Li Zhi's score, vanished instantly, replaced by a "you can't escape either" expression.

Ah Jie suddenly leaned towards Shen Yuan's desk, his finger almost poking Shen Yuan's nose.

"Hey, Shen Yuan, you old bastard! You were so busy recording our answers, weren't you? Hurry up! Everyone else has confessed, it's your turn! What was your score?! Confess now! Confess and you'll be treated leniently!"

Yang Ze added a precise remark: "Right, we can't have special privileges. Although Brother Jie's estimated score was inflated, recording everyone's score is a necessary step to ensure fairness and impartiality."

He emphasized "everyone" and looked at Shen Yuan with a mocking gaze.

Chen Mingyu crossed his arms, nodded, and said succinctly, "Yes, it's your turn."

"That's right!" He Zhiyu immediately slammed his hand on the small table and joined the chorus of condemnation. His bold words, which had just been recorded, now became fuel for the fire. He pointed at Shen Yuan's phone screen.

"It's your turn to face the camera and be judged! Hurry up, confess and you'll be treated leniently, resist and you'll be punished severely! Let's see your scores!"

Zhuo Peipei couldn't help but smile, her gaze fixed on Shen Yuan with a hint of anticipation.

Li Zhi had just been recorded by Shen Yuan and told her the estimated score. Her blush hadn't faded yet, but when she saw the focus of the argument instantly shift to Shen Yuan, a mischievous glint of amusement immediately flashed in her beautiful eyes.

There was also a hint of barely perceptible smugness—"You dared to take a picture of me just now?"
She calmly rested her chin on one hand, turned her face to the side, and waited with great interest to see how Shen Yuan would deal with this sudden "interrogation".

Shen Yuan, who was the focus of everyone's attention, felt the scorching breath that was almost blowing on his face. Looking at Li Zhi, He Zhiyu, Yang Ze and the others who seemed to want to stir up trouble, he was not flustered but laughed instead.

Shen Yuan lazily raised his hand and gently moved A-Jie's overly excited "claws" a few centimeters away from his nose.

A smile played on his lips, a smile that was somewhere between confidence and mischief, but there was not a trace of tension in his eyes as if he were being "judged".

"What's the panic?" Shen Yuan spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but with a peculiar penetrating power that instantly drowned out the small commotion.

He glanced around at his friends who were watching him intently, and finally his gaze lingered for a moment on Li Zhi's pretty face, which was watching the show with amusement. The smile in his eyes deepened.

Then, he cleared his throat and turned his gaze back to the phone camera that A-Jie was holding up, which was stiff.

"Alright, since the people are so eager to know..."

Shen Yuan dragged out his words, as if deliberately trying to whet people's appetites.

"Chinese: 125. I think my composition was alright. Math," he said casually, as if he were talking about the weather, "125? Maybe."

Shen Yuan didn't stop, and continued, "A normal performance in English will definitely get you 145. As for the combined science subjects..."

He paused, seemingly remembering the last physics problem, frowned slightly, then relaxed, "Aim for 270, strive for 275. I should still be able to get some points for the steps on that last physics problem."

He finished reciting the bill in one breath, his tone as calm as if he were reporting a bill that had nothing to do with him.

But something seemed to freeze in the air for a fraction of a second.

"……Depend on!"

Ah Jie was the first to explode. He was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He forgot to put down his phone and just stared incredulously at Shen Yuan in the camera lens, then looked at the real person outside the lens.

"Shen Yuan, you bastard! You want to get to 670? You're going to improve every time you take the test? Do you have a system?"

His voice was shrill, filled with accusations of being "inhuman".

Yang Ze and Chen Mingyu exchanged a glance, both seeing numbness and "I knew it" in each other's eyes.

Yang Ze's lips twitched, but in the end, it turned into a helpless sigh.

Chen Mingyu silently withdrew his gaze, as if looking at this monster even once more would be an eyesore.

He Zhiyu immediately covered her mouth, her big eyes wide open: "My God! Shen Yuan, you're leaving no way for anyone else to survive! Li Zhi too! You two!"

She couldn't find the right words to describe the cruelty of this academically gifted couple, and her face turned bright red.

Zhuo Peipei chuckled, then shook her head slightly at Shen Yuan, her eyes clearly saying, "Impressive, but I don't want to comment."

Li Zhi stretched out his foot and gently kicked Shen Yuan's shin under the table. The sound was soft, but it clearly reached Shen Yuan's ears.
"You idiot! You're dead if you don't pass the exam!"

The end of that reproachful tone clearly carried a sweet flavor.

Shen Yuan received the light kick and reproach, looked down to meet Li Zhi's bright and smiling eyes, and the curve of his lips deepened.

He raised his hand and decisively pressed the end button on his phone to stop recording.

(End of this chapter)