Shen Nian stood there like a statue of Buddha.

Chattering all the way, talking about this and that, once they left the city limits, everyone basically stopped talking.

Xia Yanchun was afraid Shen Nian would be bored, so she handed him a Bluetooth earbud to listen to music together.

In the afternoon, white clouds drifted lazily in the sky.

The town was still the familiar town, with no development at all over the past half year.

Well, actually there was some. The garbage dump had been renovated, and a fence was added to make it easier to transport the trash without scattering it everywhere.

He wondered if Uncle Xia had become the mayor yet.

Shen Nian propped up his chin, deep in thought.

When they arrived at his doorstep, he carried his computer down. Aunt Wen wanted to help, but Shen Nian declined.

With great strength in his left hand and immense power in his right, this bit of weight was nothing to Shen Nian.

His parents weren't back yet. Shen Nian set up his computer and then began to thoroughly organize the notes from Xia Yanchun, Li Shiyan, and himself.

Because he had already organized them once before, it didn't take much time at all this time. He only used the basic functions of the software.

There were text annotations, picture examples, and color coding. At first glance, it looked quite professional.

The combined note documents for the six subjects exceeded one hundred and twenty pages, covering all the knowledge points and key contents of the senior year, and even included extracurricular extensions and accumulations. Shen Nian had divided each stage well. It was stunningly comprehensive. Shen Nian felt that as long as someone thoroughly studied these hundred-odd pages, scoring six hundred points wouldn't be a big problem.

The only fly in the ointment was that this document was only suitable for students with lower-middle to upper-middle grades. If one's foundation wasn't solid, it would be a bit difficult to read. If his livestreaming took off, Shen Nian could also spend time making a foundational version of the document to give back to his fellow students.

Around five o'clock, Shen Nian had already started cooking in the kitchen.

He figured his parents would be back around six and could eat right away, but they came back early at past five. Chen Minyue insisted on cooking with Shen Nian, and he couldn't stop her.

"You just got back. I haven't even started finding you annoying yet. Why are you being so diligent? Go out and play, I'll do the cooking," Chen Minyue nagged.

"Are you saying you're going to find me annoying in a couple of days?"

"How is that possible? At least five or six days."

"..."

Could we not be so blunt.

Although it was an unspoken rule that when a student returns home, they are treated like a baby on the first day, a regular child on the third day, and an unshakeable pest on the fifth day, she didn't have to drop the act completely.

Sigh, family dynamics.

That day's melancholy began to set in.

Shen Nian felt gloomy. As soon as he stepped out of the kitchen, he was caught by Shen Shi.

"So, when will the results be out? I've already prepared the money to buy you a car, just waiting for you to get the top score."

Shen Shi put his arm around Shen Nian's shoulders and laughed loudly, "But it's actually fine if you don't get the top score. Dad will still buy a car, don't worry."

"There's such a good deal?"

Seeing Shen Nian happy, Shen Shi laughed even harder. "I'll definitely buy one, but I didn't say I'd buy it for you. My pickup truck is only good for hauling things; it's not fun to drive around. Since I happen to have this sum of money, if you don't get the top score, I'll just have to tactfully buy myself an Audi."

Shen Nian: "..."

Bro, seriously.

Haha, I guess he really isn't my bro.

I forgot the beginning and the middle, anyway, family dynamics.

"Of course, Dad still hopes you can get the top score. But well, the top scorer is just one spot fought over by millions of people. Even if you don't get it, you are still Dad's proudest son."

"What, do you have sons that don't make you as proud?"

"Hey, you're really asking for a beating."

Shen Shi laughed out of anger. He had finally brewed up some sentimental words, and this was how Shen Nian repaid him. Saying all that was less practical than just giving him a taste of the belt.

Spare the rod and spoil the child, but thankfully he always used a belt.

"Ahem, look at you, not explaining clearly and making me misunderstand." Shen Nian quickly ran off, baring his teeth. "I'm going next door to visit, call me when it's time to eat."

"Always visiting next door every single day."

Shen Shi wasn't really going to hit Shen Nian; he was just putting on an act to scare him.

The child was older now and couldn't be hit anymore. As long as it wasn't a serious mistake, once kids reached middle school, very few parents would hit them.

Not to mention Shen Nian was so excellent, he really couldn't bring himself to do it.

...

June 24th.

Tomorrow was the day the college entrance examination scores would be released.

After a few days of settling, Shen Nian refined the text to make it more concise, no longer as dazzlingly chaotic as when it was first organized.

Now it could be said to be very presentable.

Stretching his neck, Shen Nian checked the time. It was almost twelve o'clock. He and Xia Yanchun had gone to sleep at twelve last night, so she should definitely be awake by now.

She was probably eating breakfast right now.

Shen Nian sent Xia Yanchun two stickers, and she replied quickly.

[Xia Yanchun]: Spit it out.

[Shen Nian]: Come to my house, I want to show you a treasure.

[Xia Yanchun]: You better be serious.

[Shen Nian]: I'm not messing with you. Am I that kind of person with bad taste?

[Xia Yanchun]: Yes.

[Shen Nian]: Stop mumbling nonsense and hurry over.

[Xia Yanchun]: Come down and open the door, I'm too lazy to climb through the window.

[Shen Nian]: Coming right now.

Xia Yanchun didn't reply again.

Shen Nian drank some water and hurried downstairs to open the door for Xia Yanchun.

The girl was just wearing a plain short-sleeved shirt and long pants, not even tying her favorite little ponytail. She looked lazy and relaxed.

Even a sweet and beautiful girl would be too lazy to dress up at home.

"Where's the big treasure?" Xia Yanchun crossed her arms over her chest, causing her modestly sized, youthful bosom to arch slightly.

"In my room. It's the notes I asked you guys for earlier. They're all organized now, help me look through them."

"Let me see then."

Going up to Shen Nian's room, Xia Yanchun plopped down on the chair and started scrolling the mouse.

She originally wanted to help Shen Nian read through it all, but upon seeing the hundred-odd pages of documents, Xia Yanchun decided to forget it. Reading all this would take two or three days.

"It looks pretty good, kind of like the electronic version of published materials. With so much, aren't there typos?"

"There's probably a few, but it shouldn't be a big problem. I've checked the annotations I typed myself. For the image-to-text parts, as long as you guys didn't write it wrong, it won't be wrong. I only had AI check it twice."

"That's pretty impressive..." Xia Yanchun blinked her almond eyes and pointed at the computer. "Are you going to release this document for free?"

"Yeah." Shen Nian grinned.

Thinking that someone would improve because of his notes, he couldn't help but hum lightly.

Xia Yanchun was blinded.

Blinded by the holy light radiating from Shen Nian.

She felt that with Shen Nian standing there, he looked just like a giant Buddha.

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