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"If that's not the case, then what is it? Are you secretly stuffing love letters into my drawer?"

Xia Xu smiled and leaned towards the corner where Tang Youxin had just stuffed her thing into.

"Don't…"

Tang Youxin quickly wanted to stop him as embarrassment flushed on her cheeks.

But Xia Xu reached out his hand first. Just now, she was too shy to stop him, so Xia Xu took out the thing hidden in the desk.

It was not a love letter or anything else, but a crumpled ten-yuan note.

Tang Youxin looked like a child who had done something wrong. She lowered her head and said weakly, "I… I just want to pay you back for lunch."

Her voice became weaker and weaker, but in the end, it suddenly recovered a little. She stuttered, "I have money, really. Just now, Ms. Liu gave me the bursary."

"So? You have the money so you can insult my character?"

The smile on Xia Xu's face gradually faded. "Ten yuan? Are you really going to treat me to lunch? Let everyone know that I, Xia Xu, have no money to eat and force a girl to treat me?"

The prices here were a little lower than when he was on Earth, probably a few years behind. The cheapest bowl of meat noodles was only five yuan.

"I… I didn't…"

Tang Youxin was at a loss. She apologized profusely. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't think so much. I just don't want to owe anyone a favor. I…"

She remembered what Ms. Liu told her before. Xia Xu's family situation was not very good, even worse than hers to a certain extent.

She could understand this strong sense of pride and resistance.

The more he lacked something, the more he needed something, and the more he wanted to hide it and avoid other people's strange gazes.

It was just like scolding a person who was publicly recognized as beautiful ugly. They would only take it as a joke, but if they scolded someone who was truly ugly, it would be extremely provoking.

The latter would inevitably fly into a rage out of humiliation. Even on ordinary days, they would try to avoid these topics by concealing their appearance with makeup and et cetera.

Pity was essentially a strange look. It was a kind of preferential treatment, constantly reminding one of certain things, and even opening their bloody wounds to sprinkle salt on them.

Sometimes, needing help did not mean that they wanted help. What they wanted was a proper gaze, respect, and to be 'the same'.

The more she empathized with him, the more guilty and guilty Tang Youxin felt. She lowered her head as if she had committed a heinous crime, and kept repeating the words 'sorry'.

"Then put it away."

Xia Xu put the ten yuan note into Tang Youxin's hand.

"Oh, okay, okay."

It was like a judgment call, and an extremely light punishment at that.

Tang Youxin couldn't care less about her joy. She quickly took out a small black leather wallet, stuffed the ten yuan note inside, and even showed it to Xia Xu.

Although the wallet was old and shabby, there was a lot of money in it. There were at least twenty to thirty red notes. If one didn't know about this, they would definitely think of Tang Youxin as a wealthy woman.

However, Xia Xu was obviously an 'insider'. The money in her wallet should be the bursary that the school had just given to Tang Youxin.

Although Planet Aquamarine was similar to Earth, there were still some differences. Moreover, the overall situation was a little worse than when he first transmigrated from Earth. The distribution of scholarships had not yet reached the state requirement of using a monetary transfer system, nor had there been a large-scale third-party payment platform.

"That's right, quickly put it away. If you really think you owe me money for lunch, then lend me your homework and notes to copy in the future."

After seeing the little white flower successfully put away the money, Xia Xu's tense face suddenly relaxed and he showed a satisfied smile. Obviously, his anger just now was just for show.

Of course, there were factors such as good looks and justice, but he did treat Tang Youxin to a meal because of pity.

If he accepted the money, he would not only not be able to help her, but would also end up causing her to lose a lot of money for no reason. This would instead be a sin, so he could not accept the money.

After casually conning this little white flower, the class bell rang.

Throughout the afternoon, except for the time between classes where Xia Xu still went to the school gate to stare at Xue Mingjie, he took the classes seriously.

Learning was still necessary.

After all, he still wanted to go to university to play. Compared to high schools that were under pressure from the college entrance examination, university was the most exciting place to enjoy school life.

Moreover, the rankings of key undergraduate majors also screened people's talents to a certain extent.

Although it was not absolute, being able to adapt to education and achieve better results than others would inevitably mean higher IQ, greater learning adaptability, and greater self-discipline.

Talents such as painting, calligraphy, and other more artistic aspects were still not too demanding, but talents like computer programming, mechanical engineering, chemistry, medicine, and so on that were based on modern science required corresponding IQ and learning ability to support them. With such high talent, their IQ would definitely not be too bad.

There might be a story of a super genius who fell into a peasant school, but that was only a rare occurrence.

Entering a better university basically meant that he could encounter a higher-level and more concentrated pool of talents, and he could easily find these people with his status appraisal ability.

With a layer of classmate relationship, he could better rope in, even invest in advance, build a good relationship, and easily organize a luxurious team.

Moreover, many top universities had well-known graduates, and alumni alone were a social network.

Perhaps these people would not be useful normally, but at the critical moment, helping them was a form of friendship and goodwill, and this small trace of goodwill often played a decisive role at the critical moment.

Unfortunately, the problem now was that the college entrance examination was only two to three months away. There was no need for him to be thinking of being recognized by a famous school. Whether he could get into an undergraduate course was already a problem.

He had long flushed his high school knowledge down the toilet, and there were many differences in knowledge and details in this world. His original host was also a bad student, so his mind was not on learning.

What he could do now was to memorize the knowledge he had thrown away by making a hasty last-minute effort.

No matter what, he had to be an undergraduate. He didn't have to be respected, at least he didn't want to embarrass himself.

Ring~

The last class bell rang which was also the end of the school bell.

For all the students, the sound of the bell was definitely the most beautiful music. School was over and it was still a Friday, that meant that they had two days of vacation. This was like being released from prison and finally enjoying their freedom.

After the bell rang, all the students ran faster than the other, as if they were afraid that they would be assigned more homework by the teacher or be asked to stay in class.

Of course, it was also possible that they had already agreed to go to places like the internet cafe and the arcade. They had been looking forward to it for the entire day, so they were already impatient.

"Come on, come on, let's go to the internet cafe. Today, I, the God of Spears, will clear my name."

"We have never won in the internet cafe before, so stop pretending."

"Xia Xu, do you want to go play?"

This scene was playing out in Xia Xu's class. Ma Bing, the slow and lazy deskmate, displayed extraordinary efficiency and enthusiasm. He quickly packed his bag and began to call his friends.