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Interview after interview, question after question.
Either the threshold was insurmountable, leaving him utterly hopeless.
Or it was full of traps, making him feel like he would be swallowed whole by the contract.
All of this left Zhang Yu feeling suffocated and overwheld.
At this mont, he suddenly realized that despite being the top student at a regular junior high school in the suburbs, he was worlds apart from those students in the city center.
Even until now, he only knew the slightest tip of the iceberg about the real gap between them.
All the hard studying over the past years seed to have beco a joke.
In the end, he was no different from those classmates who did nothing, unable to get into high school either.
Back at ho, Zhang Yu sat silently like a statue.
The phone on the table vibrated continuously.
Mother: How did the interview go this ti?
Mother: I have to work overti today, rember to heat up the food in the fridge and eat it.
A mont later, the phone vibrated again.
Mother: Son, don’t worry, whether you choose sterilization or gender change, mom will make sure to gather enough money for the surgery.
But Zhang Yu didn’t look at the vibrating phone; he just stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to think about the future, but felt like his mind was completely empty, unable to squeeze out anything.
It was then that the phone started vibrating violently again.
Zhang Yu originally didn’t want to pay attention, but after it kept vibrating for over a minute, he finally couldn’t help but pick it up, only to find that the caller had already hung up.
Then he received a ssage: Your five thousand reserve funds are ready, and will be credited in ten seconds…
“A microloan ad?”
“Hmph.”
Zhang Yu thought that his interview information had probably been sold by so school.
But after putting down the phone for a mont, he picked it up again and reopened the ssage.
…
That night, when his mother ca back from overti, she found that the originally dejected Zhang Yu seed to have recovered, sitting upright at the table reading a book.
“Mom, don’t worry, I won’t be easily defeated.”
“If not this year, then next year, I will definitely achieve cultivation.”
“Tomorrow I’ll go find a cram school and make up for what I’m missing, one by one.”
The very next morning, Zhang Yu rushed out, and when he returned that night, he was all smiles.
“Mom, I found an Immortal Path cram school.
The teachers there are all from key high schools; studying with them will surely get into high school.”
“You don’t need to worry about the tuition.
They think I have always had good grades since childhood and know my family isn’t wealthy, so they waived the tuition fees for now.
As long as I get into Songyang High School next year, I won’t have to pay it back; they take it as advertising for them.”
“Rest assured, it’s a big company, they won’t deceive people.”
His mother watched as Zhang Yu left for the cram school before dawn every day and returned ho in the deep night, still studying until two or three in the morning.
Watching him bring back textbooks for sophomore and junior years of Chinese, math, physics, and so on, planning to complete all general education courses except for cultivation, she felt comforted by her son’s ambition.
But when she saw the boxes of dications he brought back, a trace of doubt surged in her heart.
Zhang Yu smiled and explained, “Mom, growing up, I’ve already studied ten thousand fewer hours than those top students, and if I don’t work harder, I’ll only fall further behind.”
“These neural stimulation supplents let only need half an hour of sleep a day, improving my study efficiency, at least not letting the city students widen the gap further.”
“Don’t worry, these dications don’t cost anything.”
“The principal of our cram school particularly favors , and these are gifts from him.”
Hearing they were gifts from the principal, his mother was delighted by her son’s recognition.
Soon, Zhang Yu started bringing back even more things.
In addition to various high school textbooks and neural stimulation supplents, there were capsules for hormone level regulation, supplents for Demon Beasts, and bottles of unlabelled powdered dication.
Zhang Yu had many explanations: sotis he said they were cheap products bought from part-ti jobs, other tis gifts from classmates, or rewards from the cram school…
His mother felt happy for her son’s diligence, and even happier for the good relationships he had at the cram school and his outstanding performance.
She transferred 1000 yuan to Zhang Yu, reminding him to thank his classmates and teachers.
But gradually, she noticed Zhang Yu’s mood beca off, sotis leaving in the morning happy and returning in silence and going straight to bed.
Sotis he would be happily eating and then after a phone call, beco frowning and couldn’t eat anymore.
She knew it must be the imnse pressure of cultivation causing Zhang Yu to be ntally strained.
She could only buy him more of his favorite foods and save more tuition money in hopes of easing so of the pressure.
Gradually, she also noticed that Zhang Yu was particularly protective of his phone, not only was it almost always with him, but he also wouldn’t let anyone touch it casually.
He would only take calls after going into the bathroom and closing the door.
Once, when she saw his phone out of battery and went to charge it, Zhang Yu got upset at her.
Understanding the pressure he was under, she no longer dared to touch Zhang Yu’s phone, afraid of affecting her son’s cultivation.
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