From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 293 The Crossroads of the Times

"Brother, I can't understand your Taoist books."

In the classroom, Wang Xianghong, with his chubby figure, sat next to Wang Shuhuan and complained in a low voice.

In his hand, he was also holding a Taoist scripture - "Huangting Jing". However, he normally had a hard time doing a classical Chinese reading comprehension test. Asking him to understand the contents of this scripture was more painful than killing him.

But even if it kills me, I still have to read and learn this scripture!
The image of the female swordsman flying with a sword in the heavy rain still appears in Wang Xianghong’s mind.

He wants to progress so much!

Now that he has a glimpse into such a mysterious world, how can Wang Xianghong, who is still in his middle school years, not be tempted?
From that day on, he followed his cousin Wang Shuhuan's lead and even picked up the miscellaneous books that Wang Shuhuan had read, which he usually sneered at.

However, at present, the effect is not very ideal.

"Brother, are you listening to me?" Wang Xianghong blinked and waved his big hand like a palm-leaf fan in front of Wang Shuhuan.

Wang Shuhuan finally came back to his senses from his daze and suppressed all his emotions deep in his heart.

"Why do you seem absent-minded today?"

"No." Wang Shuhuan said vaguely and didn't want to say more.

"Can you explain to me what this sentence 'The Crimson Palace has twelve floors and five kinds of harvests in the palace' means?"

Wang Xianghong handed the book to Wang Shuhuan and pointed at the scriptures in the book, looking very distressed.

Wang Shuhuan didn't answer, but frowned and asked seriously: "If I say I'm not feeling well and want to go home to rest, do you think the head teacher will approve a leave note for me?"

"Please, cousin, it's not like you're going to break your arms or legs at this time. How could that old witch be so kind as to let people go home and rest? The last person who pretended to be sick has been criticized and has been on the campus bulletin board for a week."

“What if I’m a good actor?”

"Why, are you really not feeling well?"

"It's okay, I'm just asking."

Wang Shuhuan shook his head, then looked at the Huangting Sutra in Wang Xianghong's hand and sighed: "It's already April, and the college entrance examination will be in less than two months. You should spend some time on Chinese, math and English..."

Wang Xianghong curled his lips: "With my ability, two months is not enough for me to change my college entrance examination results. Besides, didn't you say that immediately..."

At this point, Wang Xianghong lowered his voice, with a mysterious look on his face: "Will the situation change this year..."

Wang Shuhuan shook his head with a pale face: "I can't predict the changes in the situation, but what is certain is that those places will definitely not recruit students this year. If you want to wait until that time, you may have to repeat a year, or even two or three years..."

"Then I'll wait, whether it's one year or two years, I must wait until that change happens!"

Wang Xianghong's voice was a little louder. The classmate who was sleeping after class looked up and glared at the two of them with resentment.

During the breaks in the senior year of high school, most students basically fall asleep on their desks.

Facing Wang Xianghong's excitement, Wang Shuhuan couldn't help but whispered to him, "Can you wait? Will your grandparents let you wait? Will your uncles and aunts let you wait?"

"Even if we can wait, we don't have any useful information now. What if there is no change after two, three, or even five or six years?" Wang Xianghong wanted to argue at first, but with every word Wang Shuhuan said, his head lowered a little.

At the end, Wang Shuhuan felt a little depressed.

Two boys aged eighteen or nineteen seemed so small and helpless in this perhaps the biggest social change in China's history.

They are not prophets, nor do they have long-term vision. They can only passively accept and be carried forward. Standing at the crossroads, although they have caught a glimpse of the bright light at the end, now all they can see is thick fog.
"Didn't that female swordsman say..."

"Putting all your hopes on a few words from others, believing stubbornly because they are beautiful, is stupidity and obsession!"

When Wang Shuhuan said this, images surged in his mind, his body coughed violently, and his expression was one of endless sorrow and grief.

Afterwards, the two high school students lowered their heads, holding the books in their hands, and remained silent.

In the fog, two teenage high school students have never been so confused.
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It was not until the end of the second class that Chen Li, who was called to the office, returned to the classroom.

At this point in the senior year of high school, it was a very rare thing to be called to the office for a whole class, so after Chen Li came back from get out of class, her desk was surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.

"What's wrong, Chen Li? What did Old Man Xie ask you to talk about for so long?"

"Your grades have dropped? Your ranking in the last joint exam wasn't bad either."

"Damn it, you won't get a recommendation quota! But weren't the places decided a while ago?"

Faced with questions from several classmates, Chen Li had to explain with a smile,
"It's nothing. The chairman of Changsheng Group just asked a few class leaders to visit and ask some minor questions."

Chen Li tried her best to hide her inner awkwardness, but her eyes unconsciously glanced towards a corner.

A group of classmates pestered her with a few more questions until the bald math teacher entered the classroom and the class finally returned to normal and quiet.

In fact, there was basically nothing to teach during this period of time. For the students in the graduating class, the bald old man took out the math test papers from the previous joint entrance examination and went over them again. During the rest of the time, he gave them a set of previous college entrance examination papers to do.

Everything seemed to have returned to normal, except that occasionally some media reporters would fly cameras and shoot at the windows, just like usual.

During the last class in the morning, Wang Shuhuan applied for sick leave from his class teacher, but his acting was so poor that he was exposed before he even made it to the school infirmary.

Fortunately, the head teacher did not issue a notice of criticism to Wang Shuhuan because he thought that the students were under too much pressure as they were about to take the college entrance examination.

At the end of the class meeting, the head teacher announced that Changsheng Group would hold a lottery for all graduating students on the second floor of the cafeteria at noon. There were many winners, and the grand prize would be reimbursement of all tuition and living expenses during college.

As soon as this news was revealed, the entire Class 2 was instantly in an uproar. As Nanyue's high school rocket class, Class 2 basically had no problem getting into university, the only difference was whether the university was good or bad.

The class meeting happened to be the last class, and when the head teacher finished explaining the precautions for the lucky draw, the bell rang.

Dozens of students huddled together and ran towards the cafeteria. Even Wang Xianghong, who had already made up his mind to repeat a grade, was not willing to be left behind. He screamed like a fat ball and squeezed in the crowd.

There is more than just one prize. The Changsheng Group is wealthy and generous beyond their imagination.

(End of this chapter)