The Beginning of the Wasteland Reclamation

Time flew by rather quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already March.

In March, it was still rather chilly in Beijiang Province, and the snow had yet to melt even though the festive mood of the Lunar New Year was long gone.

In the past month or so, Jiang Xiao's performance had been "improving" rather smoothly.

The exams for the second semester of Year Three in high school were like normal lessons, for there were exams every day at random timings.

Jiang Xiao had managed to grasp the opportunity to ensure that his results wouldn't improve drastically, while his teachers and classmates, especially Han Jiangxue, could recognize his hard work and efforts.

For Jiang Xiao, who had been furthering his postgraduate studies, working tirelessly in his previous life, and constantly been in contact with English in his previous life, the High School English examination was a piece of cake.