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While Luo Huasheng and Shen Zhiyu were "researching" Zhang Yang, Black Wolf was also discussing Shen Zhiyu with Zhang Yang. "It turns out that Buddy is not simple at all. I guess he must be a second-generation official; his father is definitely a big shot in the province, way more impressive than the Deputy Mayor of Haizhou City," Black Wolf said.
"Yeah," Zhang Yang replied thoughtfully.
"From now on, your business is my business. I’ve recognized you as my brother!" Black Wolf shouted, pouring a full glass of wine for Zhang Yang.
"Cheers!" Zhang Yang raised his glass and downed it in one go.
That night, Zhang Yang unexpectedly received a call from Shen Zhiyu at home. "Study hard, you must get into university!" Shen Zhiyu repeatedly emphasized one thing over the phone.
Zhang Yang immediately understood that getting into university could be the stepping stone for him to access the kind of power behind Shen Zhiyu. However, his desire to attend university stemmed from a thirst for knowledge. After integrating with Strange Soul, he felt there was so much to explore, and his existing knowledge base was already insufficient.
After this incident, Zhang Yang quickly calmed down and began studying earnestly.
As the Lunar New Year approached, school had already started its winter break. Nearing the Spring Festival, everyone seemed to be busy, while Zhang Yang spent his days alone—studying at home in the morning, taking a stroll downtown after lunch, and then reading for a few hours in the evening. His days passed quite refreshingly.
On the afternoon of the twenty-ninth day of the Lunar New Year, Zhang Yang suddenly received a call from Ding Weiwei inviting him to dinner.
"Have you decided which university you want to apply to?" Ding Weiwei asked at the restaurant.
"I've thought about it. I want to apply to Shanhai University. My grades are average, but if I work hard for half a year, there’s still hope. Shanhai University is also a 211 school and has a large enrollment in our province, so I feel more confident," Zhang Yang replied.
"Don't you want to go to university in the capital?"
"I do, but I'm not very confident about it. It's better to set a more realistic goal first. Anyway, I'll get my scores before applying; if my scores are high enough, then I'll apply to universities in the capital," Zhang Yang said.
"I didn't expect you to be so organized," Ding Weiwei said with a smile.
"You're really beautiful," Zhang Yang said, somewhat dazed.
"Stop it!" Ding Weiwei playfully tugged at Zhang Yang's hair. This action made Zhang Yang feel delighted as he grabbed her small hand.
Ding Weiwei's face instantly turned red; she tried to pull her hand back but couldn't and whispered, "There are so many people here!"
"Your hands are so soft," Zhang Yang said with a chuckle as he let go of her hand. "If there's anything you don't understand, just guide me. You can come to my house this weekend to help me review my homework. I'm home alone, and I have a big, comfortable bed."
Damn, why did I mention the bed? Zhang Yang cursed himself inwardly.
"Pervert," Ding Weiwei shot him a glare and suddenly said, "The New Year is coming, and you've helped me out. I'll give you a gift." With that, she took out a paper box from her bag.
Zhang Yang looked and saw it was the latest model of an Apple phone.
After playing with it for a moment, he suddenly said, "Oh no, this is too expensive. It must be worth several thousand yuan; I can't accept it."
"You're looking down on me," Ding Weiwei pouted. Ding Weiwei's father was originally the village chief of a village in Haizhou's suburbs, making his fortune from land. After retiring, he got into the building materials business and became a typical nouveau riche. He always wanted a son but ended up with three daughters: Ding Qiangqiang, Ding Weiwei, and Ding Huahua, named after roses. The second daughter, Ding Weiwei, was the prettiest and the best at studying. Her wealthy father gave her an allowance of three to five thousand yuan a month, which was quite a sum for a student.
"I'll accept it then," Zhang Yang said with a grin. "To repay you, let's go watch a movie after dinner."
Ding Weiwei nodded in agreement.
Zhang Yang took the liberty of choosing a horror movie and even bought tickets for a private box.
Unexpectedly, while watching, Ding Weiwei showed no signs of fear; she was completely engrossed and occasionally sipped on her cola. Zhang Yang held her small hand beside him, and she didn't refuse. Without any lead-in, Zhang Yang felt awkward to make a move directly, so he also focused on the movie.
Surprisingly, there were some intimate scenes in the horror film, and it turned out to be quite revealing. Zhang Yang became truly absorbed in it and unconsciously loosened his grip on Ding Weiwei's hand.
"Stop watching!" Suddenly, Ding Weiwei pulled Zhang Yang's hand and leaned towards him. When Zhang Yang turned his head, their lips met softly.
Zhang Yang felt as if the east wind had blown through him; his heart raced as he instinctively reached out his tongue.
They shared a sweet entanglement.
"This is my first kiss," Ding Weiwei whispered in the dark, her breath fragrant like orchids. Zhang Yang felt somewhat intoxicated.
"Me too," Zhang Yang replied earnestly, thinking that all those previous times were just jokes and teasing about chasing girls; they were nothing compared to this feeling of sweetness that seeped through his racing heart now.
Breathing heavily, the two who had just tasted sweetness became entangled once again.
At that moment, a flow of energy surged within Zhang Yang, and a humanoid figure bathed in red light suddenly appeared in his mind, beginning to dance. This was the initial red level of the Strange Soul after being sealed, and Zhang Yang had already merged and broken through. He never expected that under the stimulation of pure and beautiful feelings, the Strange Soul would also exhibit accumulated reactions and enhancements.
Ding Weiwei rested her head on Zhang Yang's shoulder, her small hand holding his as she gently caressed it. "I love you," she said softly but firmly.
"I love you too." An inexplicable feeling of eternity arose in Zhang Yang's heart, wishing for time to freeze so they could remain like this forever.
As the movie ended, the two reluctantly left the cinema. The streets were bustling with people making last-minute preparations for the New Year as they walked hand in hand into a relatively quiet alley. "Let's both work hard; we’ll give it our all before the college entrance exam. Once we get into university, we can really enjoy our relationship," Ding Weiwei said, looking down.
"Is love like studying? Work hard at love and strive for progress every day?" Zhang Yang chuckled mischievously on the surface, but inside he felt a surge of emotions. It seemed that the Strange Soul was also greatly interested in this notion. Zhang Yang's gaze became resolute, as if he had found endless motivation to face the upcoming college entrance exam.
In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve. That night, Zhang Yang lit incense before the portraits of his grandmother and father and placed offerings before the fragments of the Black Pottery Idol.
His grandmother's surname was Zhang and she was from Linan Province. Zhang Yang always felt a mysterious connection between his grandmother and Zhang Xunqiu from a thousand years ago. However, this subconscious thought seemed somewhat superstitious even to him. Out of respect for "rebirth," he decided to offer the fragments of the Black Pottery Idol.
Outside, the sounds of firecrackers echoed one after another, but Zhang Yang's mind was tangled with various thoughts: astonishing martial arts that fell from the sky, the seven levels of cultivation of the thousand-year-old Strange Soul, sweet first love, the unknown college entrance exam, intertwining forces, life ideals, and the mysterious Shen Zhiyu... These mixed together were difficult to digest in a short time.
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