Full-Time Magister: The Ruler of Wind and Rain

In a frenzy of self-study, three days flew by. In the ensuing magical high school entrance exam, Wang Yu rediscovered the same sense of control he had during his college entrance exam. After all, for a 25-year-old, the knowledge gained in compulsory education, though plentiful, wasn't overly complex. Besides, he had once been a top student, entering one of the nation's top two universities with the highest score in the city! Although he didn't know how to choose a major and ended up in civil engineering, and later spent three years in Africa pursuing a higher salary, this couldn't diminish Wang Yu's prowess as a test-taking master! It's just changing the field of problem-solving, how hard could it be! This guy is known as a test-taking expert!

"I reckon I got about 70% of the questions right this time, so what, you idiot?" Wang Yu nudged Mo Fan, who was walking beside him, with his elbow. He figured Mo Fan had also transmigrated around the same time as him, because in his memories, both of them were ultimate academic failures—the kind who would interrupt the teacher during lectures and bounce back when the teacher threw chalk. Their previous academic level was a reversal of the pursuit of excellence, a competition of illiteracy where they were neck and neck. Because of their laziness, they were placed in the back row by the teacher, euphemistically called "garbage sorting." But even Mo Fan, in the three days leading up to the exam, studied hard, though the results were debatable.

"Stop talking, I barely understand the question, damn it." The original owner and Mo Fan had a pretty good relationship. The two of them, plus Zhang Xiaohou, formed a trio. Among them, Zhang Xiaohou's academic performance was better, and he should be able to go to high school.

"Sigh, I suggest you pretend to be a better Boyi, otherwise Mu Bai and those lackeys will start showing off again."

As they spoke, the lackeys casually walked past them: "Hey, Mu Bai, have you guys figured out the seven elements of elemental magic: ice, fire, earth, water, wind, light, and lightning?" asked the number one lackey, a pretty boy.

"Perfect answer!" Mu Bai said, his whole being exuding an aura of wanting to play Boyi but not wanting to be too obvious.

"As expected of our top students, they can even solve such difficult interdisciplinary problems... Wait, aren't those Mo Fan, who only scored 6 points on the mock exam, and Wang Yu, who submitted a blank paper on the mock exam?" Zhao Kunsan, with pockmarked face, said.

"Six-point Bro is about to become a pickup truck purchasing agent, just like his dad," Mu Bai said, glancing at Wang Yu and Mo Fan with feigned disdain. "As for Egg Bro, he probably won't even be able to become a truck purchasing agent."

"Aren't those just servants of your Mu family? And there aren't even servants you can become, hahaha!"

The three spoke quite arrogantly, and judging from their swaggering manner, they were clearly confident enough to get into the magic high school. Fortunately, Wang Yu and Mo Fan were no longer children at heart, and they were not provoked by the provocation of these prospective boys' high school students, but continued to say what they had to say.

"Fan Die, what are your plans for the future? Working at the Tianlan High School library during the holidays?"

"Yeah, and I'll also think about whether I can still go to high school. Yu Gou, what about you? Where are you going to work during the summer vacation?" Mo Fan looked rather depressed, but one of them came from a poor family, and the other didn't know what a home was, so working during the holidays was normal for them.

"I haven't decided yet, maybe I'll consider setting up a breakfast stall," Wang Yu said, shrugging.

"Sure thing, your dad will be working as a gatekeeper at the library every day. You can use the leftover stuff from the sale to support your dad."

"No problem, you little brat. Just wait for your dad to come and feed the pigs." After exchanging elbows, the two said goodbye upon seeing Mo Fan's father.

Back in the orphanage dormitory, Wang Yu began to recall the promotional material that the Bo City Magic Association had given to the orphanage's junior high school graduates a while back: the orphanage would allow them to stay until they were 18, and if they didn't get into high school, the Magic Association could help them find some jobs, but these would mostly be manual labor or maid work; if the children from the orphanage were to get into a magic high school, the school would not only waive tuition and fees, but also provide a scholarship, paid by a fund composed of donations from the Magic Association, the Hunter Alliance, and some families. It wasn't much, just 10,000 yuan a year, plus the orphanage's annual subsidy of 6,000 yuan. If they were frugal, it would be enough to barely support themselves in a small county like Bo City.

But Wang Yu wasn't prepared to live such a frugal life. Even when he was working as a laborer in Africa in his previous life, he would ask his purchasing colleague to bring back as many cases of Coke and fried chicken as possible from the city. He refused to live solely on subsidies from the orphanage and scholarships. Fortunately, his experience as a laborer had honed his skills; while he might not excel at other things, he had learned the art of cooking local specialties from foremen all over the country. If he could create some unique snacks and sell them, he should be able to earn a small amount of money in Bo City, a relatively isolated small town in the Nanling Mountains.

Without further ado, after calculating the costs, Wang Yu counted his savings. Hmm, he still had 1,300 yuan left. This was what the original owner had saved up over the years through frugality. Now, he needed to use it wisely and make breakfast the most profitable business. The first thing he did was find a bicycle shop. After much persuasion, he bought a brand-new 99-year-old tricycle, which looked no younger than him, for 200 yuan. Then came a frying pan, a deep fryer, a fire stone stove, and an ice stone cabinet, which cost another 400 yuan. Next came some miscellaneous tools, such as brushes, chopsticks, and spatulas. He even made his own sieve with a stick since he didn't have one. He also bought a large bucket, all for less than 200 yuan in total. Finally, he bought ingredients and seasonings: a bag of mung bean flour, a bag of millet flour, a bucket of oil, various sauces, 20 jin of eggs, scallions, and cilantro. Finally, he added chicken strips, chicken cutlets, ham sausages, and bacon to make up for his profit margin. Wang Yu spent all his money until he had a little over 100 yuan left, and his jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) stall was finally officially established!

The good news is that there are no city management officers in this world, at least not in a small place like Bo City. The even better news is that the original owner wasn't the kind of super homebody; on the contrary, he quite enjoyed wandering around Bo City. Although he didn't have much money, he wouldn't spend any money just wandering around. So, after spending two days preparing equipment and materials, Wang Yu was ready and ran to the entrance of the Hunter Alliance early on the third day. He knew that the city's monster-hunting team had just finished their night shift, and these old men had quite a bit of spending power.

As expected, the first day of making Jianbing Guozi (Chinese crepes) was a huge success. Wang Yu arrived and immediately shouted that the first ten customers would get it for free, which attracted a few people to line up. The city's monster hunters and the hunters initially watched with interest as Wang Yu spread the batter on the pan, cracked an egg on it, folded the bottom, sprinkled on scallions, cilantro, pickled vegetables, and sauce, rolled it up, and cut it in half. When the night shift workers' stomachs started rumbling, Wang Yu started frying meat, and the aroma immediately wafted through the air. He even bought a small hairdryer, not to blow it on himself, but specifically to direct the fragrance towards the crowds. As a result, Wang Yu sold about 50 Jianbing Guozi that morning, and most of the hunters ordered one or two eggs and meat, earning him seven or eight hundred yuan by the end of the morning.

Around lunchtime, Wang Yu rode his tricycle to the vicinity of the Magic Association. This area is located in the center of Bo City and has a large flow of people. There are also many other stalls and vendors. Even though Wang Yu set up his stall in the place furthest from the Magic Association, he still sold more than 300 items.

Just after lunchtime, Wang Yu rode his bicycle to the market to prepare ingredients for the next day. He also made sure to visit Tianlan Magic High School to bring lunch to his eldest son, Mo Fan, and borrow some books from the library where Mo Fan worked. The afternoons were Wang Yu's reading time; he would read until 6 PM and go to bed early, then get up at 2 AM the next morning to prepare ingredients, and then the cycle would repeat itself.

Days passed slowly like this. On the eve of the start of school, Wang Yu counted his "assets." After a summer of hard work setting up a stall, he had earned more than 10 million yuan. "My skills are pretty good, even in the magical world," Wang Yu thought to himself, and slowly drifted off to sleep with a happy feeling.