"Hao-zi," Wan Da had just returned from the exam room and leaned against the door with a serious expression, "I'm sorry, I may not be able to inherit your full-level mage account. I'm going to die too."

"There's me too, I also won't make it," said Luo Wenqiang.

"..."

Liu Cunhao felt a deep sadness. He couldn't believe that all the heirs to his inheritance were also passing away. After a moment of grief, he spoke up again, "Brother Chao, how did you guys do?"

He Chao was always full of confidence, "I feel great."

Liu Cunhao retorted, "Your feelings are never accurate. Last time you said you had an extraordinary performance, but it was beyond extraordinary. It was almost inhuman."

He Chao took issue with the term "inhuman," "What's so inhuman about me?"

Xie Yu: "Think about those points that were deducted from your paper for nothing, are you still happy with yourself."

He Chao had nothing to say.

The classroom erupted in noise, but then Old Tang walked in and began talking about the upcoming break and returning to school.

"Rest and recover well over the next two weeks, after this will be an extremely tough year ahead. Please be careful when traveling during the holidays," said Old Tang, who had taught many graduating classes. Every time he brought up the topic of their third year, he couldn't help but worry for these kids.

The holiday was too short, and it was a bit sad.

Just a few days off, and most of them would still be forced by their parents to attend various cram schools. No one was really looking forward to this break, and they didn't pay much attention to Old Tang's advice: "Oh, got it."

"When you leave, make sure to pack everything up. When you come back to school, we won't be in this classroom anymore. We'll be moved to the Zhiyuan Building," Old Tang continued.

The teaching buildings in the No. 2 High School were clearly divided, and the Zhiyuan Building was further away from the exercise ground and relatively quiet. Every year, the third-year students were arranged to study in this building.

The classroom door plaque changed from "Year 2 Class 3" to "Year 3 Class 3."

After the seemingly non-existent holiday, everyone still felt excited on the day of returning to school for remedial classes.

Liu Cunhao seemed to have gained some kind of "big brother" aura from somewhere, walking with his back straight and tall. He was living on campus this semester and while packing his things, he said, "From now on, we are the most senior students in No. 2. Everyone in No. 2, from top to bottom, must address me as their senior!"

Xie Yu had just finished showering when he heard Liu Cunhao's voice from the other end of the hallway.

He kicked He Chao, who laid on his bed barefoot as soon as he arrived in the dormitory, and asked, "What's going on? Are they all living on campus this semester?"

He Chao didn't open his eyes and replied, "They said it's too time-consuming to travel back and forth, and every second counts for the sprint to the college entrance examination."

It was going to be lively.

This group of people in Class 3 gathered together, still sprinting towards the college entrance examination, who knows what kind of nonsense they would get up to every day.

"Are you still going to shower?" Xie Yu asked again.

The sun was scorching outside, and it was sweltering hot.

He had originally planned to lie down for a while and wait for the little friend to finish showering before going in. But now that the heat had dissipated somewhat, he was too lazy to move and casually asked, "Have you missed me?"

Despite only having a few days off, he spent all his time either on video calls or on the phone with him. Compared to him, Madam Gu often missed this "friend of women".

"Let him come over when he's free. Mom will cook something for him."

"He's busy."

"How do you know he's busy if you haven't even asked?"

"..."

He Chao raised his hand to shield his eyes, took a break for a while, and then got up to take the laundry to wash.

"Do we have any apples in the dorm?" Halfway through washing, he remembered the housewarming gift that Wan Da had given them and asked, "Should we also give them something?"

"What?"

He had just returned to school, where would apples come from.

In the end, Liu Cunhao and the other "new residents" each received a piece of A4 paper.

As Luo Wenqiang was cleaning, he curiously flipped the paper over and asked, "What is this?"

He Chao replied, "It's something good."

Xie Yu leaned against the door and didn't really want to see what was on the paper.

On the A4 paper were the bold and arrogant words "He Chao," taking up most of the page.

Luo Wenqiang: "..."

Liu Cunhao: "..."

All the new residents: "..."

What was this, gifting his own signature?

"I thought about it, and I didn't have anything to give. So how about this? When I become successful in the future, you can sell my signature for a good price and spend it however you want..."

Before He Chao could finish his sentence, Luo Wenqiang's broom was already itching to move.

Less than two hours after returning to school, a massive brawl broke out in the boys' dormitory building, causing chaos and drawing a crowd of onlookers from the first to sixth floors.

Xie Yu stood by, watching as He Chao was chased from the third floor to the top floor and back down again by a group of people.

"Brother Chao, if you have any guts, stand your ground!"

"Do you have any shame, have you ever seen someone sign your name as a gift - and in such a big font? Do I need a frame for it too?"

Amidst the clamor of condemnation, He Chao replied seriously, yet with a hint of mischief, "A frame is actually a good idea."

"..."

As he leaned against the wall outside Luo Wenqiang's dormitory room, Xie Yu couldn't help but chuckle.