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On Friday, a day off, Wen Yao went home, washed up, and studied in her room for a while before coming out to see Qin Yizhu sitting in front of the TV playing games.

She glanced at it; the screen was dark and looked like a horror movie.

"How's your preparation for the monthly exam going?"

She felt it would be impolite to remain silent, so she asked in a low voice.

"I had forgotten about it if you hadn't mentioned it."

Qin Yizhu muttered something.

I have tasks to complete in my monthly exams.

Specializing in one subject over another.

Try your best to get a perfect score in each subject, and then keep your overall ranking the same.

Sigh, I'm going to offend the teacher again.

There's nothing we can do about it.

"what?"

This answer was somewhat unexpected by Wen Yao.

Has he forgotten all of that?

Are you really that carefree?

"Um, I can tutor you."

Although Qin Yizhu was considered a class representative, Wen Yao felt that his grades weren't very good.

"Me?"

Qin Yizhu opened the menu and looked up at Wen Yao.

Why is it school uniforms again?

At least change the accompanying skin, right?

School uniforms are becoming Wenyao's original skin.

"Uh, if you need it."

The main reason is that Wen Yao felt that Qin Yizhu had been helping her all along, but she hadn't helped Qin Yizhu in any way.

I have nothing of value except for my decent grades.

"Your grades are very good?"

Qin Yizhu put down the handle and looked at Wen Yao, asking.

"It's alright."

Where did you rank in your class on the high school entrance exam?

"eighth."

That's actually not bad.

Qin Yizhu nodded.

"I don't need it."

He waved his hand.

What kind of tutoring?

"All right."

Wen Yao didn't force her.

Why does she seem a little disappointed?

Why do you always wear your school uniform?

Qin Yizhu couldn't help but ask.

Girls of this age should like to dress up to some extent, right?

Just like some of the girls in their class.

Three weeks into the new semester, some students have already started wearing light makeup.

Some people even wore earrings.

It's just a matter of time.

Qin Yizhu felt that if this had happened when he was in school, he would have gone home to reflect on his actions long ago.

This is the case in all industries now, with a focus on de-emphasizing responsibility.

Not to mention that their school is now at the forefront of holistic education.

However, it's a good thing in some ways.

At least the head of the teaching department didn't give me a sick note to get my hair cut.

"I usually change them."

Wen Yao thought Qin Yizhu was referring to her always wearing the same outfit.

"I alternate between the two sets of school uniforms."

Isn't this the same thing you were saying?

"I mean, why don't you wear your own clothes?"

Qin Yizhu offered a further explanation.

Wen Yao remained silent.

She didn't know how to answer.

I don't have many clothes, so I'm reluctant to wear them.

Wearing a school uniform is also a form of self-protection.

But I don't think I should be on guard against Qin Yizhu.

"Let's go to the mall and buy a few things tomorrow."

Qin Yizhu picked up the handle.

Girls this age don't wear school uniforms every day.

"No."

Wen Yao blurted out the refusal.

"Afraid of spending money?"

Qin Yizhu put the handle down again.

"There will be many more places to spend money in the future, and at least we can save some on food and clothing."

Wen Yao speaks the truth.

Three years of high school and four years of university—tuition and accommodation fees are all out of my pocket, so of course I have to save as much as I can.

"For students from impoverished backgrounds, there are subsidies, scholarships, national scholarships, university president's scholarships, and student loans. As long as it's a public undergraduate university here, there's no situation where students can't afford to go to school."

In the past, when Qin Yizhu read novels, she always liked to write about male or female protagonists who came from poor families, couldn't afford to go to school, and eventually had to give up their studies.

This background would have been perfectly fine seventy or eighty years ago.

But authors also need to keep up with the times.

"I can do the math for you. Generally, the tuition fee for an undergraduate course is 100 yuan per credit. Your tuition fee for four years will not exceed 20,000 yuan, which is 200 credits."

Qin Yizhu counted on his fingers,

"Then there are textbook fees and accommodation fees. These will add up to no more than five thousand over four years. Oh right, you might rent a place later, which will cost you fifteen thousand a year."

"You've seen our high school tuition; it's not that much."

"You can compare this to the money you have on hand. If these necessary expenses are less than half of your savings, I think you can enjoy life."

No matter what, life goes on.

We can't cut back on food and clothing just because we have no income.

People are ultimately trapped by things they cannot obtain in their youth, which they spend their entire lives with.

A nice outfit doesn't cost much.

It's not like I'm buying it all the time.

"Think about it, do you want to go out for a walk tomorrow?"

Qin Yizhu had lost all interest in continuing the game.

Speaking of which, has she forgotten about asking Xiaoniao to recommend a few shops for her?

Why is there no sound at all?

The TV was on, stuck on the Photoshop main screen. He sat on the sofa, casually scrolling through his phone.

"Let's see if my favorite blogger has updated."

Qin Yizhu had previously followed a blogger who seemed to be a girl and liked to create fan art.

It has a very cute art style.

No one can resist cute things.

Unfortunately, no.

Their class group chat was buzzing with activity, as several boys were discussing games.

Qin Yizhu rarely sends messages in the group, but watching them chat is quite interesting.

There are also dormitory groups.

Their dormitory area was relatively quiet.

No fighting, no arguing, everyone starts living their own "Downs" life every weekend.

Someone messaged Qin Yizhu, asking if he wanted to go to their birthday party tomorrow.

Qin Yizhu politely declined.

He doesn't say he likes these kinds of social gatherings involving alcohol and meat.

Moreover, these people are very strange. Last time I went to someone's birthday party, two of them suddenly started fighting for some reason.

Two people who were originally on good terms suddenly got into a fight at a friend's birthday party.

This kind of thing sounds absurd enough, but Qin Yizhu actually witnessed it with his own eyes.

They really don't give people any face at all.

A while later, another message came in.

Qin Yizhu couldn't help but frown every time he saw Chi Lingyuan's octogenarian profile picture.

This portrait truly exudes the aura of a dragon.

The content consists of several screenshots.

Qin Yizhu clicked on it and found that it contained several Taobao shops.

[This is what I found for you]

I thought she had forgotten about it, but it turns out I was mistaken.

Thanks.

Chi Lingyuan raised an eyebrow as she looked at Qin Yizhu's reply.

There's no need to thank me.

Rather, I should thank him.

After that day, Sun Zihao did indeed behave much better.

Chi Lingyuan felt that some people were just being unreasonable; they wouldn't listen to reason and always had to make things difficult.

"Qin Yizhu".

Wen Yao's room door was pushed open again, and she stood in the doorway, looking at Qin Yizhu.

"Um?"

"What time should we go tomorrow?"

"That was pretty satisfying."

Qin Yizhu didn't expect Wen Yao to have done her ideological work so quickly.

"I'll go after I wake up and eat."