On Saturday and Sunday, Wang Chen rode his old bicycle back and forth between Shangma Village and the city, buying some daily necessities and rearranging his new residence.
Though the old bicycle was practically an antique, its carrying capacity was first-rate.
By Sunday afternoon, he received a call from the courier—the study guides he had ordered online had arrived.
Wang Chen hurried back to school.
Since it was nearing evening, he carried the entire box of books into the dormitory.
Jiang Zhiqiang was the only one in the dorm. Seeing Wang Chen come in carrying a large cardboard box, he asked in surprise, "What did you buy?"
"Books."
Wang Chen set the box down in front of his bed, tore open the tape sealing it, and checked whether anything was missing or incorrect.
"So many!?"
Jiang Zhiqiang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "There are even ones for the second and third years?"
How much must all this have cost?
In Jiang Zhiqiang's mind, Wang Chen had never been a student who enjoyed studying. For him to suddenly buy so many supplementary study materials was enough to turn his whole worldview upside down.
"Mm."
Wang Chen patted the towering stack of new books and smiled. "I've played around for a year. If I don't start working hard now, it'll be too late. I still want to get into a good university!"
Back then, he had wasted two years. Only after suddenly waking up to reality had he fought desperately for a year to get into a key university.
But he had still been left with many regrets.
This time would be different.
Jiang Zhiqiang was even more astonished—had the sun risen in the west?
Still, looking at those brand-new study guides made him burn with envy, even a little