I really like your sand sculpture group friends

Even now, 17 years later, 1000 yuan is still a considerable sum. At least, it's unlikely that he would lend it to a stranger without hesitation.

If they hadn't known each other for so long in their previous life, he would have seriously suspected that the chairman was just after his kidneys and wanted to discuss a deal worth 300,000 with him.

Human-Dragon Unity: How did the money transfer happen so suddenly?

You're not allowed to play the "Supreme Slash" game: Didn't you lose your allowance? I'll lend it to you for now, focus on the college entrance exam. As for the order, you don't need to pay for it, I'll finish it myself.

He's back: President Gao Yi, by the way, I second that he should stay until the end of the college entrance exam.

To overcome the charm: Hey, Xiao Yi, you need to overcome the willpower struggle, otherwise you'll be charmed by the guild leader for ten rounds.

Bai Bai: This is a special red envelope, please accept it.

Bai Bai: I'm really sorry for making Xiao Yi play with me until so late yesterday.

Human-Dragon Unity: You don't need that many.

You are not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Eat more and exercise more, and you will be healthy. Health is the foundation of everything.

Mo Xiangwen thought about it and decided that borrowing from friends was better than borrowing from his parents. At worst, he could do some part-time work after the college entrance examination and pay it back as soon as possible.

Human-Dragon Unity: Okay, I'll accept it then, and I'll pay you back as soon as possible. As for the free red envelope, no need for that. I played games with you so late simply because I wanted to play.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: No rush, I'm not short of money. You should focus on your studies.

Bai Bai: Well, this is a good friend fee. Xiao Yi and I are good friends. Xiao Yi plays games with me, and I want to help Xiao Yi too.

What the hell is this "friends fee"? The BA hasn't even come out yet, how can there be a "friends fee"?

Gone: Wow, I didn't know you had to pay to play with other players in the group? After playing with so many other players, the cost must have exploded by now! Xiao Yi, could you show me the breakdown so I can prepare myself mentally?

A mystery: Why do we always have this illusion that a little kid is deceiving children?

Human and Dragon in One: You see, that's why I can't accept this red envelope, otherwise I'll really become a fraudster in their eyes.

Bai Bai: Ugh, Pigeon and Xiao Huo are so naughty.

Abrupt: Absolutely unacceptable. Trying to stop someone from transferring money has made me the biggest villain. I can't accept this.

A seductive thought: the world is going to the dogs, and morality is declining.

Human and Dragon in Harmony: Okay, bye-bye, thank you for your kindness, but even without the "friendship fee," we are still good friends.

He was suddenly asked to imitate his tone of voice from high school, and he felt a little awkward when he typed this out.

Bai Bai: Okay.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Are you done talking? If you're done, you're going to be put in the dark room, gagged until the day of the college entrance exam.

Human-Dragon Unity: Wait, at least on the weekend, we can relax underwater for half a day, right?

He's skipped it: The college entrance exam is coming up, and he's still thinking about chatting in the group?

Let's use a seductive approach: the way of both literature and martial arts is about balance, so spending half a day chatting in the group shouldn't be a big deal. It also allows everyone to check on Xiao Yi's learning progress and see if he's studying diligently.

Human and dragon as one: ?

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: I think Xiao Huo is right. Who agrees and who disagrees?

I seconded it.

"To use a seductive charm: I second that suggestion."

Bai Bai: I second that opinion.

Human-dragon unity: I oppose it.

You are not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Opposition is invalid. As a democratic group, the resolution was passed with an absolute majority of four votes to one.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Well then, goodnight, Makka Pakka.

You have been banned from speaking for 4 days, 2 hours and 59 minutes by the administrator 【You are not allowed to play the Holy Slash】.

He glanced at the time: 9 a.m. Wednesday. Good heavens, not a second off.

Bai Bai: Xiao Yi, keep it up!

I'm skipping this: Focus on your studies, stop playing around.

Here's a seductive message: Once you get into university, you'll have plenty of time to waste. Good luck!

You are not allowed to play the Holy Slash: During the first year of primary school exam preparation, everyone is forbidden from playing games with him, and he is not allowed to be included in short-distance running groups.

You are not allowed to play the Holy Slash: especially you, Bai Bai, I'm specifically criticizing you, you're the one who loves to team up with Xiao Yi to play games.

Bai Bai: Received! Bai Bai will definitely hold back this time!

Sigh, my groupmate is really good at games, and that sounds great.

Mo Xiangwen smiled, turned off his phone and put it aside, leaned back in his chair, and slowly closed his eyes.

It's rare for God to give him another chance, so he should really work hard now.

He wasn't some idealistic person who had to save the world or pray for world peace.

He just wanted to at least stop his parents from worrying about him.

If you could do even better, like the guys in the dog-themed group who play games all day long as if they don't have to work, that would be even better.

We'll see what happens next; we'll take it one step at a time.

When he opened his eyes again, they were bright and spirited.

He picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. The heavy pressure made him pause, and his mood, which was just about to take off, calmed down again.

Wow, the weight of knowledge is truly reassuring.

He immediately got up and pushed open the door.

"Mom, I'm going back to school."

Zhou Xiuqin, who was resting with her eyes closed on the sofa, was taken aback: "Now? Didn't the teacher say you should rest for two days?"

"No need, I feel I've rested enough."

"Wait a bit, Mom will take you there on her electric scooter."

"I can take the bus by myself, Mom, you should rest more."

Mo Xiangwen put on his running shoes, kicked the toes of the shoes, turned around and waved goodbye to his mother, who had a strange look on her face.

"I'm leaving, bye."

Chapter Two: Overload Mode

The main reason he insisted on going out alone was that he needed to withdraw money; otherwise, he would have no living expenses.

He was still a student and couldn't explain to his mother how he could get a huge sum of money—a thousand yuan—to her.

Also, although 100 yuan a week is more than enough, it's not very interesting to keep queuing up to top up your meal card.

After withdrawing the money from the bank and returning to school, it was just in time for class. There were still younger students playing ball and running on the playground.

The reason he was so sure they were juniors was because senior high school students don't have physical education classes.

Extracurricular sports have been replaced by something called "running exercises".

With the college entrance exam approaching, even the number of times we do morning exercises has become extremely limited.

He had no time to reminisce about returning to this familiar campus, nor did he care to admire the vibrant female students. Before the other senior students finished their classes, he decided to quickly go to the cafeteria and top up his meal card.

The lady at the cafeteria's meal card recharge window, seeing his height of 1.75 meters, immediately launched into a strong reprimand: "As a senior high school student, how dare you sneak out to recharge your meal card before get out of class is even over?"

He had anticipated this situation and said very confidently, "I'm a second-year high school student, it's PE class, ma'am."

The aunt looked at him with some skepticism, but fortunately, the size difference between high school juniors and seniors wasn't that great, so no matter how she looked at him, Mo Xiangwen remained unmoved.

As long as he doesn't feel guilty, it will be someone else who feels guilty.

"Okay, seeing how tall you are, I thought you were a senior in high school."

"It's okay, Auntie, please top it up for me quickly, we need to gather in a bit later."

After urging the aunt to help him top up his meal card, he returned to the classroom just as the homeroom teacher was teaching a math class.

The students below were either reading extracurricular books or playing on their phones, while the homeroom teacher above kept pointing to obscure and difficult formulas and explaining them.

The homeroom teacher, Xiang Ming, was a middle-aged man with a large belly, a stereotypical receding hairline, and black-rimmed glasses.

In the students' impression, the homeroom teacher, Xiang Ming, was the type who was easily angered and difficult to communicate with.

He didn't like this homeroom teacher very much before because he was unambitious and had a carefree attitude, which led to him being scolded by the teacher many times.

But it wasn't until much later that I realized some teachers scolded you for the sake of scolding, but more often they scolded you because they thought you were still salvageable, and those who didn't scold you at all simply had given up on you.

University professors, for example, understand this: you can sleep, I'll talk, take it or leave it, we're just strangers.

As long as you don't skip class, he won't care if you sleep in front of him.

"Report!"

Immediately, all eyes in the class were on him, but they quickly went back to doing their own things, feeling bored.

After all, it was just a one-day leave, nothing unusual.

The homeroom teacher turned her head to look at the door and adjusted her glasses: "Mo Xiangwen... you're back so soon. Then please take a seat."

He carried his backpack and walked to the back row, stopping only when he reached the middle of the last row.

As soon as Mo Xiangwen sat down, his deskmate nudged his arm, leaned over, and asked, "Weren't you sick? Why didn't you rest for a couple more days?"

Cai Yibin was both his deskmate and his roommate. He had a square face and neat short hair.

In the first and second years of high school, he was even more crazy than him. But in the third year, for some reason, he suddenly changed course in the first semester and started trying to be a good student.

However, old habits die hard, and now he only studies sporadically, and his academic level is about the same as his father's.

"If I said I wanted to study hard, would you believe me?"

"If you don't believe me, tell me you felt bored with the game after you reached the top rank of 'King of Talk'."

"Then just assume that's how it is, since the result is the same anyway."

Mo Xiangwen patted him on the shoulder, and after tidying up his books, he took out his math textbook.

Where were we?

"Page 117."

Mo Xiangwen opened his book and began to listen to the lecture.

Gradually, he began to feel that something was wrong.

After years away from mathematics, he was able to easily follow the teacher's train of thought.

Even at his peak, when he was listening to math lessons, he would sometimes lose focus and completely fall behind.

He didn't snap out of his immersion in the problem-solving process until the bell rang.

After reviewing the textbook and questions again, he felt that he could actually digest about 70-80% of the content from class.

"Shall we go to the convenience store?" Cai Yibin asked.

"I think I'll skip it. I want to use this time to review my old textbooks."

Suddenly, a boy came over and put his hands on their shoulders.

"What are you looking at? Anyway, you can probably get into a third-tier university, or at the very least, a junior college."

Liao Feiyang laughed and asked, "How many points did you secretly gain this day?"

To be honest, Liao Feiyang and he weren't exactly friends, but they had at least chatted about games a few times and were somewhat acquainted.

Mo Xiangwen patted his hand helplessly, signaling him to let go.

"I haven't scored a single point, I don't want to play anymore."

"That's normal. We can rank up together another day."

"No, I'm not in the mood to play anymore, you guys go ahead."

Liao Feiyang asked, somewhat puzzled, "What are you doing on the weekend instead of going online?"

He sighed and pulled out his Chinese textbook.

His mind was completely focused on the strange thing he had just noticed, and he had no interest in paying attention to them at all.