Chapter 938 - 957: Where Are You Planning to Spend the New Year This Year, Qiuqiu?
Chapter 938: Chapter 957: Where Are You Planning to Spend the New Year This Year, Qiuqiu?
"It’s just that they might ask us to send a new gift—"
"Pick one from the beauty section."
The two chatted casually, as if discussing the exchange of mere goods.
"The one he fancies is quite stubborn."
"Then swap for another one."
"But he specifically likes that one. Dad, how about I pull some strings?"
Qian Duoduo was now terrified whenever Qian Song said that. "What kind of strings?"
"Throw money at it."
"That works." Buying someone’s silence was reliable, at least.
And so, the matter was settled.
Qian Duoduo figured Qian Xingxing would definitely take the fall for this. How could a streaming company, a place filled with bad debts year-round, withstand an investigation? One audit and they’d find endless holes; he’d likely have to pay out of pocket to cover it.
Over at the Spirit Healing Department, the atmosphere of impending exams was growing heavier.
Before exams, all university students were nervous and liked to pray to the big shots for good luck. This fine tradition remained unchanged even after three thousand years. For instance, the social media accounts of the field’s top experts—such as Mrs. Ai’er, Dean Zhu, and a group of veteran Spirit Healing Masters—were suddenly flooded with comments begging for passing grades.
Recently, inside the Spirit Healing Department’s teaching building, one could often spot a Spirit Healing Master walking down the hall with spiritual power continuously overflowing from their body. Clearly, they were meditating on the go.
Qiuqiu’s approach differed from these students. She was currently in the library, devouring books like a whirlwind in the Spirit Healing section.
Her ever-expanding, magnificent Spirit Sea and continuously rising spiritual power steadily enhanced her cognitive abilities and memory. Although she didn’t have a photographic memory just yet, a few read-throughs were enough to leave a solid impression in her mind. Even if she couldn’t repeat the text word for word, she could recall it with near-perfect accuracy.
Thus, she had come to cram theoretical knowledge, hoping to spare herself the immense embarrassment of failing the written exam.
While Qiuqiu seriously read and flipped through her books, a few sophomores who were also there to review watched her and whispered among themselves.
"...Is it final exam syndrome? What’s going on with her?"
"Can she even remember anything flipping pages that fast?"
"Which class is she from?" Because their numbers were small, the students of the Spirit Healing Department could occasionally recognize each other’s class assignments.
"She looks familiar... I can only see her side profile. If she lifts her head, I might be able to recognize her."
"Looks like another girl driven mad by the theory exams."
"Let me take a video."
A senior, equally tormented by the rigid theoretical frameworks, recorded Qiuqiu’s frantic page-turning—which was faster than a flip of a switch—censored her face with a mosaic, and posted it on her timeline with the caption: "Finals are here. I wish I could just swallow this book whole!"
Her friends and roommates flooded the comments with laughter.
That night.
After stretching her stiff joints and using her ID to check out a few books, Qiuqiu was walking down the small path back to her dorm when Mo Si’s call came through.
"Your exams start in two days?"
"Yeah, I’m nervous to death."
"You aren’t nervous at all," Mo Si chuckled.
"What, am I not allowed to be nervous?!"
"You’d only get nervous if you had to score a perfect hundred in every single subject."
"Do you really have that much faith in my abilities?" she asked, her tone sweet.
It was too sweet, too soft. Mo Si crushed the object in his hand and spoke into the receiver in a low voice, "Of course. I know your true strength better than anyone."
"The holidays start right after your exams. How do you plan to spend the break this year?"
"Just like last year. I’ll spend it at Starry Sky Wander." She wondered if his question meant he wanted her to meet his family. Qiuqiu was still a bit resistant to the idea of meeting the parents. It just felt... so weird.
Mo Si had only asked to gauge Qiuqiu’s attitude. "Then I’ll do the same as last year and spend it with you."
"You don’t have to. You should go back. Not spending the New Year at home for two years in a row..."