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Chapter 363: Chapter 363: The Secret Within

Huang Jingping also closes her eyes and enjoys this leisurely and lazy time for two. It would seem to be even more stylish if there were two glasses of red wine next to them, but in a way, the two of them are still country bumpkins and never would have thought to do something so pretentious.

\'Oops,\' Feng Yiping suddenly remembered something, and his hand became a little heavy. Huang Jingping, who had been humming softly and enjoying herself, felt a pain in her chest. She let out an "oops" too, and said, "You\'re the one who\'s being naughty. She immediately retaliated by sitting back a little harder.

\'Heroine, spare my life," Feng Yiping hurriedly begged for mercy, \'It was an unintentional mistake, truly an unintentional mistake,\'

\'What did you think of, so startled?\'

\'Earlier, I had an idea, but I completely forgot about it just now,\' Feng Yiping told her about the idea of collecting the works of art students at art academies.

\'Seeing a pretty girl, of course you can\'t think of anything,\' Huang Jingping teased him, \'but I don\'t want to do something like that. I\'m a single person, I won\'t run off to other places,\'

That\'s true, those major art academies are all over the country, and it\'s really inconvenient for her as a single girl.

\'And, come to think of it, those artists, many of them are mavericks, and I don\'t want to deal with them.\'

\'Right, I\'ve been remiss,\' Feng Yiping patted his head, "to let a pretty girl like Huang Jingping deal with those guys who have no resistance to beautiful things, isn\'t that asking for trouble?

\'So what do you want to do?\'

Huang Jingping turned her head and took the initiative to kiss him, "I just want to be with you!\'

\'Haha, my dear, the bed is warm, let\'s go spend the night together!\'

Well, after that, they went to the bathroom and took a shower again.

Back in bed, Feng Yiping, who had drunk a bit too much today, still couldn\'t sleep. \'How about this, next year we\'ll find a school to learn languages, and then we\'ll open a kindergarten, you can be the principal, or we can open a clothing store, which do you think is better?\'

\'A kindergarten?\' That would be in line with her major, and a clothing store would be good too, with not much work, \'I\'ll listen to you,\'

\'That\'s fine, let\'s start preparing to build a nursery!\' Feng Yiping leaned over and pinned her down again.

\'No,\' Huang Jingping giggled and struggled, \'I don\'t want to take a third shower,\'

\'It might be more than three!\' Feng Yiping giggled and started moving.

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Early in the morning, Feng Yiping rode his bike through the campus, surrounded by classmates who had also risen early. Couples riding together on the same bike no longer looked carefree and romantic as they once did. Some girls, for example, were embracing their boyfriends with one arm while holding textbooks with the other.

The usually carefree and colourful campus was now replaced by the tense and busy atmosphere of exam preparation.

The only ones who are not too worried about the exams are probably the seniors, but they are under even more pressure now because they have to worry about work, which can be even crueler than exams.

Feng Yiping doesn\'t want to compete for any scholarships, and although passing is fine, it would really be embarrassing to be among the bottom few. More importantly, his parents definitely won\'t agree with the idea that passing is fine.

He hurriedly went to the study room. Gao Heng, who was on the other side, noticed him and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Now he is getting nervous. Will it work?

Gao Heng was very confident about this exam. As the monitor, he had a close relationship with the homeroom teacher and also dealt with other substitute teachers. These days, he had already gathered a lot of key points. No matter how strong your learning ability is, I don\'t believe you can compare with my targeted approach.

Feng Yiping was actually confident too. Although he had been delayed by company matters, he had studied very hard at school and his foundation was still very solid. In addition, he had not missed many classes, and for the ones he had, he had borrowed notes from female classmates and copied them all down.

The most important point is that in his first year, for the content of many exams, he still had to rely on rote memorisation. Who was he to be afraid of this?

When he rarely returned to the dormitory to eat breakfast, everyone also rarely slept in. Lu Wenqing was holding a steamed bun while still studying, and among the few people, Jin Bao looked the most carefree, eating at a leisurely pace and looking confident.

Feng Yiping touched Han Guiliang, whose hair was a little messier, and said, \'Why is Boss Jin so confident?\'

\'What else? He\'s good at networking. Usually, when there\'s nothing to do, he goes to the teacher\'s office to hang out and get acquainted. After New Year\'s Day, he went around kissing up. Just look at his book, there are a lot of new red highlights.\' Han Guiliang said, partly in jest.

\'I think, to put it in writing, I call it socialising,\' Jin Bao said with a smile, and tapped provocatively on the pile of textbooks on the bedside table.

\'So, the legend of getting high marks just a few weeks before the exam is true!\' Feng Yiping suddenly realised.

He had heard many such stories, and with his relatively good memory and comprehension skills, he had always wondered how it was possible to get 80 to 90 marks on an exam by just going over the thick textbooks a few weeks before the exam, when he had never bothered to do so before. Now he understood, and the mystery was revealed!

\'What did you expect?\' the others said in unison.

\'Yiping, don\'t you have a good relationship with your homeroom teacher? Go find him,\' Liang Yonggao said. \'Poor me, I\'ve only met with the counsellor a few times in the past six months, and I haven\'t even spoken to the homeroom teacher.\'

Feng Yiping was also a little moved. After that incident, Chen Teacher and the counsellor had both been kind enough to have dinner with him, and they had greeted him when they met occasionally. They had also told him several times to be sure to get a few copies of the magazine\'s February issue as soon as it came out. So, to put it mildly, their relationship could be considered good. Should he go and see what he could do?

In the end, Feng Yiping dismissed the idea.

To be honest, if the exam was as important to his life as the college entrance exam, he would really try to find a way if there was one.

But for such a normal final exam, there is no problem passing it, and he would only go to the teacher for an 80 or 90 mark, so it\'s better to forget about it, he couldn\'t afford to lose face.

\'No, I\'m confident,\' he said with a smile.

His usual foundation is still okay, and if he now uses the same energy as before the high school entrance exam and college entrance exam to study for a while, he doesn\'t believe there will be a problem.

\'Yiping, it\'s a waste not to use available resources,\' Jinbao advised him, \'grades are still very important, as they are related to entering the student union, joining the party, and taking postgraduate exams,\'

\'Really, it\'s not necessary,\' and these few things were precisely what Feng Yiping didn\'t care much about.

Sure enough, Feng Yiping didn\'t pull a long face and go find a teacher, and it really wasn\'t a waste of resources. Compared to his seriousness, the final exam was really not difficult. He felt that the previous tension was unnecessary, and he easily completed all the subjects. Even in mathematics, he felt that he did well.

The only thing that was annoying was that the exam period was a bit too long, lasting almost two weeks, which was not as good as the two-and-a-half-day exam period in junior high and high school. Many students found it quite a trial.

During the farewell dinner, Lu Wenqing made a comparison: \'In the past, exams were like going to the guillotine, just one cut, but university exams are like being tortured to death, a slow and painful death.\'

It\'s quite an apt analogy.