Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

After Shen Mingchao finished explaining in a few words, seeing Zhang Haixia's calm and composed expression, she understood.

"You really do know a lot."

Remembering that Zhang Haixia was under a restriction, she added, "If you can speak, then speak. Don't be stubborn. I don't want to see you vomiting blood first thing in the morning."

Knowing she was joking, Zhang Haixia lowered her eyes and smiled faintly.

"Don't be surprised, this is an ability you were born with."

Shen Mingchao looked on with confusion.

"Born with it? So that means I've always been able to start fires? Wait, I clearly—"

Halfway through her questioning, she met the man's gentle eyes and suddenly understood.

"Is this related to you?"

"Your initiative in approaching us and your allowing Wang Can to get involved wasn't just a coincidence; it was all part of your plan. You did it on purpose!"

Zhang Haixia's smile deepened. She did not deny Shen Mingchao's guess, but simply added softly, "There was an element of intention, but it was also something I couldn't help myself to."

"Ming Dynasty..."

He lowered his eyes, took Shen Mingchao's hands in his own, and began to speak slowly and deliberately.

"I once read a Greek myth that said that in ancient times, there was no fire on earth, and mankind was trapped in endless darkness. The Titan Prometheus took pity on mankind, stole fire from the gods, and gave it to mortals. Thus, light came into the world, and civilization was born."

"Fire is life, and it is hope."

The gentle voice was like a June rain, clear and refreshing, extinguishing all the anxiety in Shen Mingchao's heart.

"You're being a riddle again," Shen Mingchao chuckled helplessly. "I understand, it just can't hurt!"

"However," she changed the subject, looking worriedly at the tiny flame between her fingers, "what can something so small do?"

"It's not that it can't get bigger..."

Zhang Haixia answered at the right moment. However, his voice grew softer and softer, and his expression became increasingly obscure.

Sensing something was amiss, Shen Mingchao looked up and found that Zhang Haixia wasn't looking at her.

His gaze was fixed on one spot.

A sense of doubt arose in her heart, and she looked over there, where she saw her phone lying face down on the table.

It's still buzzing.

I wonder how many people are sending messages.

Ok……

She seemed to understand a little.

With more fuel, the fire will naturally grow bigger.

No wonder Zhang Haixia had that conflicted expression. No matter how rational or how much someone prioritizes the bigger picture, it's impossible for someone to be completely free of exclusivity when it comes to emotions.

That's perfect, she didn't want to rush things.

"Let's leave it at that for now."

Hearing Teacher Shen say this, Zhang Haixia panicked for a moment: "No... you don't need to worry."

Shen Mingchao shook his head and smiled knowingly: "These things can't be rushed. I don't like forcing things; I prefer to let nature take its course."

"Yes, that's true." Zhang Haixia relaxed and smiled warmly, "I'll do whatever you say."

The room had been quiet for a short while when a rustling sound of friction came from the floor.

Then a furious voice rang out: "Damn it! How did I end up on the ground? Zhang Haixia! Did you assassinate me while I was sleeping?!"

Shen Mingchao looked at Zhang Haixia with a mocking expression.

But the culprit denied the crime and instead twisted the truth: "It's clearly because your sleeping posture is too ugly."

"Impossible! I've been sleeping perfectly fine the whole time, you must have done something underhanded."

Shen Mingchao nodded in agreement.

indeed.

Do not doubt the Wang family's products. The Wang family's training is extremely strict. Those who are not disciplined and efficient will not survive.

It's comparable to training special forces.

Zhang Haixia remained innocent and retorted, "Do you have any evidence? If you don't have any evidence, don't talk nonsense."

"Me!" Wang Can choked up, his face darkening.

Having watched the show long enough, Shen Mingchao casually tossed the clothes at Wang Can: "Alright, hurry up and get ready, I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Can was filled with doubt and surprise, but the next second he saw sparks flying from his slender white fingertips, and his eyes widened instantly.

*

The source of the sudden fire was identified, and preparations for action were underway in earnest.

Late June is the time when college entrance exam scores are released and students fill out their college applications.

Therefore, they set their departure date for early July.

Shen Mingchao took a deep breath, skillfully typed on the keyboard, and entered his examination admission ticket number.

His fingers trembled slightly.

I couldn't help but think to myself, "This is the third time already, and I'm still nervous."

The screen flickered, and the report card appeared.

Shen Mingchao saw the total score at a glance!

[702]

It's over 700?

My brain went blank for a second.

The first two times, whether in her world or in Qi Qiu's illusion, the number did not exceed 700.

It seems the saying "practice makes perfect" is truly true for her.

This score was indeed beyond her expectations, and the people around her sent her congratulatory messages one after another.

The results are out, but that doesn't mean it's over. The next step, applying to universities, is the most important thing.

Even more people are looking for her during this period.

People like Xie Yuchen and Li Cu, who live in Beijing, definitely hope that she will apply to universities in Beijing.

Wu Xie and his group hoped she would apply to schools in the Yangtze River Delta or Pearl River Delta region, saying that they would be closer and easier to take care of.

There's also the Zhang family. Zhang Haike kept urging her to apply to schools in Hong Kong, saying that they would cover all her living expenses for four years.

"Of course, these are just our suggestions. Ultimately, it's your decision which school to apply to; we won't interfere too much. We're just offering advice."

In the office, Xie Yuchen's voice was calm and composed, with a perfect sense of proportion.

Shen Mingchao leaned back on the sofa, looking at the documents on his phone.

The document outlines the advantages and disadvantages of various universities and majors, along with advice from professionals.

Extremely thorough and meticulous, it's clear that a lot of care was put into it.

"You can take your time to study and decide on the Ming Dynasty; after all, this is no small matter."

A cup of coffee was pushed in front of me.

Shen Mingchao picked up his coffee, took a sip, and looked up at Xie Yuchen sitting opposite him.

The man was dressed in a black suit, looking sharp and composed. His demeanor was gentle and calm, and his every move exuded both friendliness and a respectable air.

It's as if it's saying: You can rely on me, I can support you, you don't need to worry about it.

Hmm~~

Reliability is the charm of a mature adult.

Shen Mingchao put down his coffee. "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, but I've already made up my mind."

She looked at the Harry Potter wand keychain hanging on her handbag, swaying back and forth, particularly eye-catching in the light.

"Actually, I had already decided which school to apply to the moment the scores were released. My cousin always had better grades than me, so in my mind, we didn't go to the same school. That regret has now been fulfilled."

"I see." Xie Yuchen nodded, then asked, "Would it be convenient to ask which school it is?"

"**University."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yuchen inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

That's great.