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Chapter 1170 - 591: Foolish Desk Mate, Warrior Exam

Chapter 1170: Chapter 591: Foolish Desk Mate, Warrior Exam

Youth who don’t work hard will end up in sorrow as they age; not knowing to study hard while having black hair, only to regret studying too late when it turns white.

A moment of time is worth an ounce of gold, but an ounce of gold can’t buy you a moment of time...

Having been persuaded by Zhang Erwa to pursue education, Boss Yan, who highly valued time, finally endeavored to improve himself and started attending school.

Unfortunately, his luck this year wasn’t very good. His new desk mate turned out to be a male student and a fool at that. Unlike the blushing female deskmate he had before who not only never disturbed him but would also clean the desk and chairs even if he didn’t show up.

Now, this foolish deskmate is earnestly studying from a foreign language textbook, occasionally muttering famous quotes to "self-motivate" himself!

If it were just about quoting famous lines during study, calling him a fool would be rather harsh. After all, studying can be tedious, and without these occasional self-motivations, what if he loses interest in studying...

The problem is... the person standing on the podium is the physics teacher.

This teacher is also an interesting person, who is conducting a pre-lesson moral education for the students below: "Some students say, since we’re finishing high school anyway, and learning doesn’t matter much as this is as far as school goes. But think about it this way, you’re sitting here doing nothing anyway, why not learn something, you might find it useful in the future? Not to mention, if you learn some physics, whether you go back to farming or find a labor job, it can always come in handy!"

Because the progression rate to university from No.2 High School is worrying, starting from the second year of high school, many students begin to slack off. Just like this physics teacher said, many students think since there’s no hope for university, they might as well just get through high school and get their diploma. If that’s the case, why bother studying at all?

The teachers, wanting the students to pay attention and learn more in classes, truly strive hard, and this physics teacher explained: "Even if you don’t like physics, learning something else is also fine. Study whatever interests you a bit, and consider it not a waste of time to be here? In my class, I have no other requirements; as long as you find whatever you are reading useful and are willing to learn it, and it doesn’t disturb other students, then I have no objections..."

Although Fool’s deskmate was looking at a foreign language textbook, he was actually listening to the teacher. Hearing this, he put down his textbook with a face full of lack of interest: "This teacher is really irresponsible, isn’t he? It’s okay to read other textbooks during physics class, then how am I supposed to study?"

He spoke with such righteous indignation that Yan Fei almost choked on blood—his fool deskmate had a theory that the harsher the conditions, the easier it is to succeed. If there aren’t harsh conditions, then create them: like sneakily studying literature during math class, or physics during literature class...

Because it helps to concentrate!

Paying attention to the teacher while looking at his own textbook, this focus made learning anything during such times especially quick and solid—it was by this secret method that Fool’s deskmate smoothly transitioned from middle school to high school, maintaining good grades until now.

Now that the physics teacher was allowing them to study from different textbooks during class, wouldn’t it mean he couldn’t create ’harsh conditions’ anymore?

It goes back to the saying, the school is a garden, the teachers are the gardeners, but no matter how hard or dedicated the gardeners are, there will inevitably be a few odd flowers growing in the garden...

Yan Fei could only admire this classmate a bit, and then earnestly took out his physics textbook, becoming a good student who listened attentively to the lecture.

During the second year of high school, it was time to choose between science and liberal arts. Yan Fei, of course, chose science—the liberal arts were too unchallenging for someone with a photographic memory, as it would be rather unfair to the other students.

Of course, he had also considered that if science turned out to be too challenging during exams, liberal arts would be his fallback. The college entrance exams were still a few months away, ample time to switch.

"Hey, Boss Yan!" While listening to the class, Fool’s deskmate covered his head with a book and whispered, twisting his face. "You know, once that construction site of yours is completed, that big place will definitely need a lot of workers, right? Do you think I could work there?"

While noting down the key points the teacher had just explained in his textbook, Yan Fei replied to him, "Definitely, just figure out what you can do. If you don’t get into college, go straight to the site to report for work!"

The term had just started. For Yan Fei, who intended to sit for the college entrance exams next year, it was still two years away for a normal student. This guy was just looking to make conversation. That’s the advantage of being a fool sometimes—other students, aware of Boss Yan’s reputation, even if they wanted to get acquainted, were somewhat reluctant to do so—after all, they were still too naive.

Most others preferred to keep their distance from Boss Yan, the kind of distancing that ordinary people maintain toward those who are exceptionally outstanding.

But this fool of a deskmate was utterly carefree, treating Yan Fei just like any other classmate, without any reservations.

High school was actually very intense, with self-study sessions in the morning and evening, four classes in the morning and three in the afternoon. The day was packed full, and students only had a few moments to chat during breaks. Yet, in just these two days, Fool seized the opportunity, feeling quite familiar with Yan Fei.

Hearing Yan Fei’s response, the fool deskmate started scheming, muttering to himself, "What can I do? Manual labor is too tiring, I need something more skilled... Right, aren’t you going to get along with people from Hong Kong? They mainly speak a foreign language there, and I’m pretty good with languages. Perhaps I could be your translator later on..."