There was nothing much to do on the night after the exams.
Shen Nian stayed in the room keeping Xia Yanchun company. While she looked at her study materials and reviewed, he also read through some materials and browsed online forums checking out computer configurations.
Xia Yanchun occasionally glanced over to see what Shen Nian was doing. Catching sight of the PC specs on his phone, she curiously leaned against him, "Are you buying a computer right after graduation?"
"Yeah, a lot of college majors will probably need one, so I have to buy it eventually."
"Desktop or laptop?"
"Desktop, I guess. Home is pretty close anyway."
"Then I'll buy one too. I'll get a laptop. Just in case I need to go somewhere far, I can bring it along."
"I could just buy both a desktop and a laptop."
"Got money to waste, huh? No buying both. We'll get one each."
"Alright, alright."
Shen Nian smiled faintly, placing his hand on the girl's stomach and rubbing it gently. He rested with her for a while, and after enough cuddling, he seriously got back to reviewing, memorizing some English grammar.
The next day.
They had the Science Comprehensive exam in the morning and English in the afternoon. Both were Shen Nian's strong subjects... Actually, the current Shen Nian was an all-around player; he didn't have any weak subjects.
If the difficulty of the Chinese and Math exams was just right, then the Science Comprehensive was on a whole other level. Some questions even had hidden traps; one slip in your train of thought and you would get it wrong, which not only wasted time but also made it extremely easy to lose points.
The exam setters were very sneaky.
Fortunately, Shen Nian had his "cheats" activated; he treated those traps like mere speed bumps.
English, on the other hand, was relatively simple. Relying on the high status brought by his "High Spirits" buff and his own hard work, the 3,500 vocabulary words were thoroughly ingrained in his mind. He understood the entire test paper at a glance; just reading a line, his brain automatically translated it.
Easy peasy. He handed in his paper early.
The afternoon sun was much softer than the scorching midday sun.
Shen Nian raised his hand to block the glare, casting a shadow over his face.
The final exam... was finally ending.
In another half an hour, once the paper collection time passed, these past few years of hard work would officially come to an end, right?
Everyone says college is the most relaxing time, though he didn't know if that was true. Even Uncle Xia said there were a lot of fun things to do in college.
Shen Nian had seen plenty of college students complaining online about 8 AM classes and group projects. Looking at their miserable, complaining faces, it didn't seem all that relaxing.
Regardless, high school was over. All that was left was waiting for the school to issue their diplomas.
Shen Nian walked out of the exam venue. The reporters had already found their interview targets, and he was happy to be left in peace.
Interviews were a novelty the first time, normal the second, but annoying after that.
Outside the school was a bit noisy. Some students threw themselves into their parents' arms, some waited under the trees, and others looked gloomy—a display of all walks of life.
Bro, seriously? They even brought ads for repeating-year cram schools right to the exam gates.
Shen Nian's mouth twitched. Weren't they afraid of getting mobbed?
To be fair, this was extremely precise target audience locking. Businessmen were terrifying. Shen Nian decided he would study their business tactics full-time at home.
Not staying long at No. 1 High, Shen Nian rode his little electric scooter toward No. 2 High and parked at the gate to wait for Xia Yanchun.
There would be a three-month vacation coming up, and he had already figured out his plans: learning to drive, buying a car, livestreaming, traveling, helping with the family farm... Thinking about it, there was a lot to do.
The boasts he once made in front of Xia Yanchun could almost be fulfilled now. He genuinely had the capital to buy a car right after graduation.
Buying a car in full, letting Haji Chun sit in the passenger seat, driving with one hand, and the other hand touching her leg... uh, no, shifting gears.
But before that, he had to get his driver's license. No need to rush.
English didn't take much time anyway, and Xia Yanchun was also the type to hand in her paper early. He didn't wait long before Xia Yanchun walked out with her head down. Looking around, she spotted Shen Nian and happily ran over to him, flashing her two little canine teeth.
"Why so happy?" Shen Nian pinched the girl's soft cheek, smiling sweetly along with her.
"I felt like English was so easy this time. I might even get a perfect score."
"Damn, that awesome?"
"What about you? How do you think you did?"
"I'm a modest guy, so maybe a 140."
"I don't think you're being modest; I think that's just all you can get."
"Haji Chun, you brat, looking down on your bro. Let's bet on it, we have to bet!"
"Hmph." Xia Yanchun shoved her pencil case into Shen Nian's hands, pulling him along to wait for Li Shiyan. She hummed, "I'm having Shiyan go shopping with me later. Her mom is coming to pick us up, so you drive back by yourself, okay?"
"It's just carrying two people. I think my little Maverick scooter can handle it. I'll just give you both a ride back."
"You're crazy. With so many traffic cops around, you dare carry two people? Just one person not wearing a helmet will get you in enough trouble."
"You're actually neglecting your official boyfriend for your bestie? Haji Chun, you'd rather cry in Li Shiyan's BMW than smile on my scooter?"
"Is it possible that I'd be smiling in Shiyan's BMW too?"
"Damn, you're right. Then you should just take the ride with Li Shiyan."
Shen Nian also wanted to try what it felt like to smile in a BMW. He figured if he mentioned it, Li Shiyan probably wouldn't refuse.
But he still had to ride his little Maverick home.
They were both animal-themed rides, and the Maverick wasn't much weaker than a BMW. Since there was no difference in strength, there was no difference in status. Shen Nian felt they could take turns driving them.
Li Shiyan came out very quickly too, beaming with joy like a little sparrow. It was obvious her exams went smoothly.
"You can go back now." Xia Yanchun linked arms with Li Shiyan and waved at Shen Nian. "We have to go back to No. 2 High tonight. If you're going to take a shower, remember to watch the time."
"Got it, you friend-over-boyfriend traitor."
"Get out of here!"
Shen Nian curled his lip and had to ride back to the neighborhood alone.
He bought some ribs and char siu at the small grocery store downstairs. He had plenty of time to cook dinner.
Just as he finished cooking the lamb chops, Shen Nian heard the front door open, followed by Xia Yanchun's voice.
"Smells so good! What are you cooking?" Xia Yanchun popped into the kitchen and peeked into his pot. "Honey-glazed ribs?"
"Yep. Craving it?"
"No way, I'm not you." Xia Yanchun muttered with her hands behind her back. "Shiyan and I are going to buy some party poppers for evening study. I'm borrowing your scooter."
"Okay, the keys are on the coffee table."
Xia Yanchun's eyes curved into a smile. She covered her mouth and leaned close to Shen Nian's ear. "Um... I originally thought we were all going out to eat, I didn't expect you to cook. Did you make enough? If not, I'll just go downstairs and eat with Shiyan. Otherwise, it'd be bad to leave her to eat alone..."
"Of course it's enough." Shen Nian's ears felt a little hot, purely from Haji Chun's warm breath.
"Then I'm relieved. I'm heading out now!"
"Yeah, drive safely."
"Roger that!"
Xia Yanchun stepped out of the kitchen, helped Shen Nian close the front door, and headed downstairs with Li Shiyan, who had been standing in the hallway the entire time, too timid to go inside.
Tonight was their class graduation party. There would be cake, snacks, party poppers, small flowers... a bit of everything. Xia Yanchun, the class monitor, wasn't the only one shopping; several other class officers were also out buying the supplies they were in charge of. All their purchases would be reimbursed from the class fund later on.
Mr. Su and all their subject teachers had been incredibly dedicated, so they definitely needed to make sure they showed them their proper appreciation.

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”