Having been given a second chance at life, who would still want to pursue her?

Rumble!

A bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the pitch-black sky.

The rain continued to fall in a steady drizzle.

Chen Guochang's voice echoed continuously from the mountain.

"How can the weather change so suddenly? Has the temperature stabilized yet? Kid, bring another batch of coal over, just in case."

"The wind is getting stronger, I'm going to check on the sheet metal and resin tiles on the chicken coop."

"Su-Ling, go inside and check. Keep the lights on, and repair any leaks promptly. If it's too damp, the chickens will easily get sick."

...

Wearing a raincoat, Chen Jianji gripped the handles of the wheelbarrow with both hands and pushed it hard toward the coal stove.

And next to him was a figure also wearing a raincoat, running back and forth as if tireless.

He kept throwing small pieces of coal he was holding at the wheelbarrow.

Chan Kin-kei couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.

"Hey young lady, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xinyi, who had just thrown away the coal in her hand, replied matter-of-factly.

"Didn't our uncle ask us to haul some coal? You keep pushing yours, I'll load up a bit more."

Chen Jianji continued pushing forward, staring blankly ahead.

"With the charcoal scraps you've collected, you might as well help me push the cart so you can come back and haul more sooner."

Zhang Xinyi was about to run back when she heard this and paused for a moment, then realized what it meant.

"Oh...that's true!"

Chen Jianji was utterly speechless.

Take a deep breath and forgive her.

After all, there are quite a few people who are high-scoring but lack practical skills.

If you're this good at exams, there has to be a price to pay, right?

Just as Chen Jianji was thinking this...

Sudden.

Bang!

A strong push came from behind.

He almost stumbled.

"Wow!"

Chen Jianji steadied himself, parked the dump truck on the slope, and looked back.

Zhang Xinyi, who was wearing a raincoat and had her hat up, was staring at him blankly.

The hand, wearing white gloves blackened by coal, remained in a pushing posture.

Chan Kin-kei was amused by her again.

"Young lady, you're pushing a cart, not me!"

Zhang Xinyi then came to her senses, feeling somewhat embarrassed but unwilling to admit it.

"How am I supposed to know if you don't explain it clearly?"

"Also, you weren't like this at school. Why are you so fierce and aggressive as soon as you get home?!"

She grew angrier as she spoke, tilting her head back and glaring fiercely at Chen Jianji.

"As expected, you were just pretending outside; now that you're back, your true colors are showing!"

Chen Jianji rubbed his forehead.

How can that be the same? You have to interact with so many people outside.

Shouldn't I help you maintain good relations?

At home, his own parents doted on this young lady more than they did on him.

Chen Jianji pointed at Zhang Xinyi, his lips twitching.

"Okay, here's my question."

As he spoke, he gripped the handlebars of the wheelbarrow again and turned his head to ask.

"Young Miss, would you like to sit in the cart? I'll push it up for you."

"Hmph, no way!"

Zhang Xinyi pursed her lips, seeing him start pushing it.

He shifted his body from side to side.

Then he stamped his foot, walked up, and sullenly placed his hand on the side of the cart for support.

"Huh? You really pushed me? I was just kidding."

"Oh my god, this rich girl from the city is helping me push the cart!"

Chen Jianji's slightly surprised voice rang out.

"Hmph, stop being sarcastic. Do you think everyone is like you? I'm not going to bother with you."

"Heh... I'm so happy... but why can't I feel you putting in any effort?"

"You're blind! No! Your senses have failed you!"

"Oh, with that little strength, you might as well just cheer me on from the sidelines."

"Who wants to cheer you on? Dream on!"

"Oh? I wonder who was shouting so loudly at the stadium that day."

"Shut up!!"

......

Chen Guochang was inspecting the top of the chicken coop when he came down.

Watching the two bickering, I couldn't help but smile.

When Xinyi first arrived last week, she hardly said a word.

They only answered in hushed tones after being asked, polite yet distant.

But after just one week, everything changed drastically after I went home?

I really don't know how this brat gets along with Xinyi at school.

You've got some skills!

But when I think about the wine I've been brewing for almost half a year, and how I always keep it to myself and only drink a little each time I drink it, I realize that I'm not sure how much I've done.

Chen Guochang was furious.

He shouted to the two men who had already piled the wheelbarrows next to the furnace not far away.

"Xinyi, keep scolding him. If he dares to say anything to you, tell me, and I'll slap him."

Zhang Xinyi had a stern face; she hadn't been able to argue with him on the way here.

At this moment, Chen Guochang stopped speaking, pointed at Chen Jianji, and shouted.

"Uncle, he just yelled at me!"

Chen Guochang smiled and said, "Alright! You two go back first, I'll teach this brat a lesson later."

Chen Jianji stared at Zhang Xinyi, his eyes widening in surprise.

"No, you're cheating!"

Zhang Xinyi tilted her head slightly: "So what? If you're so good, why don't you cheat too!"

Chen Jianji's lips twitched: "You're awesome!"

"Let's go, let's go back."

"Hey, wait for me!"

At this moment, the surrounding area was drizzling.

The furnace was billowing hot air, which evaporated into a cloud of steam and mist that swirled around.

Two figures wearing raincoats were jogging through the mountains.

.....

An empty room inside a bungalow.

A temporary long table and chairs have just been set up here.

"Young Miss, you're so self-disciplined! Why do you still have homework to do after you get back?"

Chen Jianji, who had just finished washing up, was forced to sit down. He looked at the pile of papers on the table in front of him and his eyebrows twitched.

At this moment, Zhang Xinyi had changed into refreshing clothes, her hair still half-dry, and she was writing furiously with a pen.

"It's already the second period of evening self-study at school. Your grades are so bad, how can you not make the most of your time?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I've brought your schoolbag for you."

As she spoke, she put down her pen, stood up, picked up her schoolbag, unzipped it, and took out all the books inside.

Until I received a beautifully packaged diary.

Zhang Xinyi made an "Eh" sound.

"You bought this diary too? I was wondering why you made me buy it too. You were just trying to trick me."

"Hmm? It's not locked yet?"

Chen Jianji glanced at it, paused for a moment, and then said lazily.

"I bought it, but it's useless; I didn't even write anything on it."

"Really? I don't believe it."

As Zhang Xinyi spoke, she took out her diary and opened it.

It is a blank page.

"It wasn't written there, so why did you buy it?"

Before Chen Jianji could reply.

Wang Suling's voice came from outside the room.

"Xinyi, I found the hairdryer. Come out and dry your wet hair, don't catch a cold!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xinyi responded by pointing towards the door.

"Okay, Auntie, I'll be right there."

After she finished speaking, she took out her notebook of incorrect answers from her bag again.

"Do the test paper I brought back for you first. If you encounter any problems, copy them into this notebook."

"I'm going to blow-dry my hair first. Remember, don't slack off, you hear me?!"

"Okay, I promise I'll complete the mission!"

Chan Kin-kei gave an "OK" sign.

Zhang Xinyi then stepped away.

I watched her walk away.

Chen Jianji then turned his attention to the pile of papers on the table.

He suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed.

"This college entrance exam is really tough..."

But there's nothing we can do about it.

Chen Jianji picked up the pen on the table, just as he was about to start working on the test paper.

Suddenly, words appeared in the diary that Zhang Xinyi had opened on the table.

Chen Jianji paused.

He knew this diary was special.

But this will happen during evening self-study at school.

Why would that person be writing something at this time? Don't they need to study or care about class discipline?

Before Chen Jianji could think further...

The handwriting in the diary gradually became clearer.

......