I'm a scientist, why can't I have faith?

As autumn fades into winter, Tianhai City has unknowingly reached the season for wearing cotton-padded clothes.

Although the outside temperature was close to zero, Wang Dong, who was engrossed in reading under the warmth of the heater, did not feel cold at all.

"Before I knew it, half of my senior year of high school was almost over..."

At the beginning of the senior year, each class received a countdown clock from the logistics department.

At that time, the countdown had just been hung on the wall, and no one really felt anything about the number; they just felt inexplicably excited.

I always feel that the college entrance examination is very far away from me, but it also seems to be right around the corner.

As time goes by, the remaining days are decreasing little by little, from a number that started with 2 to one that is about to drop to less than three digits.

For the first time, Wang Dong truly felt the reality of the college entrance examination.

However, this was not fear, but regret.

If the [Believer System] had come a little earlier, could I have been admitted to university without taking the college entrance exam, just like Gong Zhan?

Even with the system, a normal high school student would still feel pressure when facing the college entrance examination.

Even more so, Wang Dong never slacked off in his book-reading endeavors.

Although his brainpower was enhanced, his perspective was not.

But it's not that there was no growth at all.

Thanks to the system, Wang Dong learned about the existence of extracurricular classes from Li Lei, and also came to Class One because of the system, and was able to glimpse a corner of the world through Gong Zhan.

He then realized that he had been too closed off before.

In this world, besides having ability, you also need resources.

Only in this way can we go higher and see further.

This is what he realized while browsing Zhihu during his break.

Good schools can truly make a difference in life. For ordinary people, getting into Tsinghua or Peking University is the best chance to defy fate.

Therefore, Wang Dong has never slacked off, after all, his background is just an ordinary working-class family.

The final exams have just ended, but senior high school students need to take extra classes.

Faced with unknown final exam scores, coupled with the pressure felt from the countdown to the college entrance exam, even in Class 1, a place teeming with high achievers, a palpable sense of unease pervaded the atmosphere.

Gong Zhan couldn't stand the atmosphere, so he went to experience winter vacation early.

In the back row of Class 1, only Wang Dong remained.

Wang Dong was happy to have some peace and quiet. He was still not used to taking the initiative to communicate with people, but he was slowly trying to change.

After studying diligently for these days, Wang Dong has basically mastered the first volume of "Inorganic Chemistry". The remaining second volume covers the properties of various elements, which is not in a hurry.

I've also read about half of both "Basic Organic Chemistry" and "General Biology".

According to his plan, he should be able to finish reading these books by the start of the next semester.

In that case, achieving a perfect score in all science subjects would be within reach.

Wang Dong pursued a perfect score because he wanted to memorize as many points as possible in Chinese and English.

He discovered that even though he improved his stats, it didn't seem to help much with the two humanities subjects.

English is manageable. Once you've finished studying, you can dedicate more time to memorizing, which should help improve your score before the college entrance exam.

However, Wang Dong had absolutely no clue about Chinese language.

Mingming remembered all the techniques and methods taught by the teacher and wrote with great confidence during the exam.

The results showed that the answers were completely off-topic and utterly irrelevant.

Is it really just a matter of leaving it to fate...?

"Wang Dong, Teacher Chen Qing wants to see you in her office."

Whether you've made a mistake or not, no one can help but feel nervous when their homeroom teacher calls on them.

Wang Dong was no exception.

He walked toward the homeroom teacher's office, and the closer he got to the door, the faster his heart beat.

Could it be that I bombed my final exams...?

Although Wang Dong was very confident in himself, anyone would have overthinking things in this situation.

Wang Dong was extremely nervous when he saw the report card.

Did I really fail the exam...?

With the stat boosts from the [Believer System] and his own hard work studying, if he still failed the exam, Wang Dong would really want to start over.

He carefully examined his grades.

First, let's look at physics, which I'm most confident in. I'll get 100 points, no problem. Then, let's look at math, which I'll get 147 points, no problem there either.

Did the biochemistry and biology subjects explode? It's okay, I haven't finished studying for those subjects yet, so the low scores are understandable.

Wang Dong consoled himself with this thought as he looked at his scores in the two subjects.

Chemistry 97 points, Biology 95 points.

He even achieved his expected level in Chinese and English.

Wang Dong was stunned. It didn't explode. Why did Chen Qing call me here?

Chen Qing pointed to Wang Dong's scores in the two humanities subjects, then showed him the class and grade averages, and said helplessly.

"Wang Dong, I have high hopes for you. Your science scores are indeed excellent, but your humanities scores are a major drag on your overall performance."

"Both of these subjects are much lower than our class average, and the Chinese score is even lower than the grade average."

"I don't think the students in Class 1 should be at this level."

It wasn't the blame one might expect, but rather encouragement. It must be said that Chen Qing is indeed a good teacher who hopes his students will excel.

"With your current level, getting into one of the top five universities in China shouldn't be a problem, but if you improve your two humanities subjects a little, you'll have a chance to get into Tsinghua or Peking University."

"You don't want to have any regrets about this, do you?"

Chen Qing is right. With Wang Dong's current grades, as long as he can reach the class average in Chinese and English, he has a very good chance of getting into Tsinghua or Peking University.

In fact, Wang Dong himself was aware of this problem, but he always thought he would think about it after he finished his book-reading spree.

Now it seems he was just running away, and that's exactly what Chen Qing noticed, which is why he called him to his office.

"Teacher Ma and Teacher Zhang are both experienced teachers. If you have any questions about these two subjects, you can communicate with them more."

"Okay, teacher, I understand. Thank you."

Stepping out of the office, Wang Dong breathed a long sigh of relief.

Some problems will eventually have to be faced.

It now seems that only faith in a new God can solve this problem.

He vaguely guessed that this talent for language seemed to be related to his [perception], which he had never improved.

However, he currently has no clue which new god to worship in order to increase his perception attribute.

When Wang Dong got home in the evening, he didn't study, which was unusual. This was typical of senior high school students taking extra classes; there was basically no homework, and the time was left for students to review on their own.

Recalling Chen Qing's encouragement during the day, Wang Dong decided to study the information Su Tiangong had given him carefully, hoping to find a "god" who could enhance his "perception".

Seeing that Wang Dong hadn't studied, Ms. Fang Meili didn't blame him at all; on the contrary, she was quite pleased.

Since the start of Wang Dong's senior year, his mother has witnessed all the changes in him, and she is naturally aware of his rapid improvement in grades.

She was naturally delighted, but more than that, she was worried, because she knew that Dongdong's progress was the result of his hard work.

As a mother, she was more concerned about her child's health.

Therefore, even if Wang Dong slacks off for two days, it is allowed by her.

Wang Dong was scrolling through pictures on his phone when a message suddenly popped up on WeChat.

This is quite rare; he doesn't have the habit of using WeChat to chat, and apart from his parents, almost no one contacts him.

Messages that pop up automatically are almost always from class groups.

However, this was a private chat.

[Gong Zhan: Are you interested in extracurricular classes for Chinese and English?]