Gong Lixin went to Gao Yi's Class A, which was the classroom on the first floor of the teaching building, making it very easy to find. The young master followed his memory and quickly found Gong Lixin's seat and brought out the language textbook from within his desk.
When he was still living in the underground palace, he had listened to stories that the servants would recite in "private" about their childhood. At times, they would also sneak in learning materials, but now that he looked at the Chinese textbooks printed with small characters. The young master's eyebrows shot up and his expectation was instantly disillusioned.
The young master found that he had to read a lot of books so, he could not turn a blind eye to his illiteracy. He tried to read the whole page but aside a few simple words such as "one, two, three", the other words he didn't know.
Fortunately, there was the Gong Lixin's memory. Thanks to that, the young master knew that this world's text had gone through revolutions, greatly simplifying traditional Chinese characters used in ancient times and only keeping half of the words and some of the radicals instead. Because of this, the young master had to compare his memories with Gong Lixin's and read extremely slowly.
Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.
It was so difficult to read Chinese textbooks, not to mention chemistry, biology and mathematics textbooks. The knowledge of those subjects had undoubtedly increased astronomically since the ancient times that the young master came from. Even with Gong Lixin's memories, the youth had no way to understand.
Forget it, if he can't be a top student, couldn't he just join his father's army as a soldier? Would soldiers need to learn these? The young master was frustrated and stunned while staring at the pile of textbooks.
When the youth felt troubled, a handsome teenager stepped into the class and walked to the desk in front of him before turning around. His eyes kept staring at the youth. His desk mate was an ordinary, short-sleeved teenager. When he came to see him, the other would smile in a flattering manner and consciously helped organize the stationery on his desk and take out the textbooks he needed for early self-study.
Seeing that youth's brows were crumpled and he was leaning onto the desk, the young boy slightly licked his lips with a sly glimmer in his eyes.
"Lixin, how was it, last night? Was it cool?" The teenager quickly hid his real emotions and approached the youth, asking like he was concerned. His desk was at his back and he was facing the other but he didn't bother looking at this young master.
"Hn?" Hearing this juvenile's question, the little master looked up at him and fixed his eyes on the other person, hesitating before asking, "Are you Fang Fang?" Were you the one who tricked Gong Lixin into eating that medicine?
Fang Hao was stunned and smiled. "How come you don't even know me? Was it too intense last night, your brain can't function?"
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He tried to look good for this brother but, in his heart, he despised him. Gong Lixin had been fooled a thousand times. This youth knew about Gong Lixin's obsession with Lin Wenbo. He knows that this relationship won't bear any fruit. If he continued to do so, it would only cause harm to others. He would not stop it from happening but rather help him thus he tricked Gong Lixin into swallowing K pills to tempt Lin Wenbo.
He knew that Gong Lixin would not succeed but would make Lin Wenbo even more disgusted with him. If the situation were more serious, Gong Lixin might not be able to wait until Lin Wenbo rushed over and would be raped by a man at the club. Who told him to have such a seductive face?
