I Have a Connection with the Beauty from Xinjiang

Time: March 11th, 15:33 Location: Entrance of Room X, Teaching Building X, Shanghai Theatre Academy

Guide: Carry a freshman Introduction to Art textbook.

Zhang Yang unlocked the opportunity at Shanghai Theatre Academy and discovered that it only required carrying a single book.

While feeling surprised, his mind immediately began to race, speculating on what might happen.

Just like yesterday morning, when he knew he had to prepare the Scripture Pavilion, he had guessed what kind of trouble Liu Shishi would encounter. By making targeted adjustments, he ensured that the opportunity would definitely be within his grasp.

This time, the guide was for him to carry a freshman Introduction to Art textbook. The event was surely that some freshman junior student would forget to bring their textbook, and he would happen to be there to help.

However, he couldn't just foolishly carry a freshman Introduction to Art textbook over there; that would be far too coincidental.

Furthermore, figuring out how to persuade the other party to borrow this Introduction to Art textbook would also require a bit of finesse.

For example, yesterday, he couldn't have just slapped the Scripture Pavilion in front of Liu Shishi and said, "Sister Shishi, your aunt is visiting, right? You don't have a Scripture Pavilion, right? Then use the one I bought."

Liu Shishi would likely have blushed and slapped him twice.

"There's more than enough time; I can prepare a bit."

"Come to think of it, I'm still the Vice President of the Student Union. This status allows me to do many things."

Zhang Yang took out his phone, opened a QQ group, and began asking around for the information he needed.

"It's Old Jiang's class? That makes it easy." Zhang Yang quickly came up with an idea.

He first contacted another member of the Student Union and sent a message: "Old Xu, I heard your goddess agreed to go to the movies with you?"

Old Xu replied quickly: "Goddess. Brother Yang, you really know how to summarize. Manman is my goddess. She did agree to see a movie with me, but I have to deliver materials to the Group X mentors this afternoon. It's giving me a massive headache."

Zhang Yang: "You've got game, kid. Just organize the materials and leave them somewhere; I'll deliver them for you."

Old Xu: "For real? Adoptive Father!"

Zhang Yang: "Since you've already called me Adoptive Father, it has to be real."

Old Xu: "You're my real dad. If things work out with me and Manman, I'll definitely treat you to a meal with her."

Zhang Yang: "Easy, easy."

After agreeing on a location and time with Old Xu, Zhang Yang put away his phone and shook his head secretly: "If I'm waiting for her to treat me to a meal with Manman, I shouldn't even bother thinking about it."

He knew that Manman. She had wanted to get into the Acting Department but wasn't admitted. In order to study at Shanghai Theatre Academy, she transferred to the Puppetry major and had the potential to be a social butterfly.

When he had first joined the Student Union, Manman had even chased after him for a few days, but he had rejected her.

Old Xu could only be considered a decent-quality simp in Manman's eyes; he didn't stand a chance.

"The bicycle you couldn't bear to ride is being pedaled standing up by someone else, and the kicker is, the bicycle is actually quite happy about it."

Zhang Yang returned to his dorm with a sigh. He pulled several important textbooks from his freshman year off his shelf, shoved them into his backpack, and then added a few sophomore-year books for good measure.

After finishing this, he climbed directly onto his bed, lay down, and began flipping through the script, preparing to memorize every line and detail.

Since his rebirth, his brain seemed to have undergone a special development; he could almost achieve photographic memory.

Time quickly ticked by to 2:45 PM.

Turning off his phone alarm, Zhang Yang got up, washed his face, tidied his appearance, shouldered his bag, and walked toward the student building.

At the psychological counseling office, he found the materials Old Xu had left for him in advance, then headed to Room X in Teaching Building X.

Meanwhile, groups of students were leaving their dorms, the library, or other classrooms, heading toward their next lecture.

Among them were a few girls with striking appearances who became a beautiful sight along the way, frequently drawing the gazes and discussions of nearby students.

"That one probably isn't Han, right?"

"I reckon she's Uyghur, just like Dong Yaya."

"I heard the quality of the female freshmen in the Acting Department is exceptionally high this year."

"Yeah, from what I've heard, there are Dilireba, Yuan Bingyan, and Zhong Chuxi."

"Dilireba—that must be the one we just saw."

"..."

Faced with such attention, the three girls involved were already used to it; their expressions didn't change in the slightest.

A few minutes later, the 2010 Acting Department freshmen arrived at the multimedia classroom, ready for the Introduction to Art class.

"It's not here. How could it not be here?"

In the front row, the stunningly beautiful Dilireba, with her exotic features, looked flustered as she kept rummaging through her handbag.

"Could you have left it at the library?" asked a girl beside Reba, who possessed a gentle temperament, a high nose bridge, and picturesque features.

She was Yuan Bingyan, Reba's roommate, and the two were best friends in the class.

"It's possible. I took a look at it while I was in the library earlier." Reba slapped her forehead, put down her handbag, and said, "I'll go look for it right now."

"Wait." Yuan Bingyan grabbed Reba's hand and said, "Class starts in ten minutes. If you rush over now, you might be late."

"Then what should I do?" Reba asked, feeling anxious.

The professor for the Introduction to Art course was highly qualified and notoriously strict.

If she were late, it might leave a bad impression on this professor.

If a professor of this caliber were to say a single bad word about her, it would have a significant impact on her future career.

"Why don't you explain the situation when the professor arrives? You can share my textbook during class for now; I believe the professor will understand," Yuan Bingyan said.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Reba's eyes. Just then, their roommate Cheng Chuyue spoke up: "The class representative reminded us in the group chat that there's an open-book quiz today. We all have to sit apart later, so how will Reba take the test without a book?"

"Yanyan, please help me explain to the professor. I have to go find my textbook," Reba decided immediately.

Between two evils, one must choose the lesser. Being late with a valid reason might not necessarily displease the professor, but failing the quiz would be a stain on her record.

"Then go ahead. Be careful on the way, and keep your phone handy," Yuan Bingyan said, letting go of her hand.

Reba gave a soft "mm," grabbed her phone, and trotted toward the door.

She opened the door and was about to head out when she saw a tall young man standing there, holding a stack of items in his arms.

Fortunately, she wasn't running very fast and had paused while opening the door; otherwise, she surely would have collided head-on with him.

Even so, she was startled by the situation and instinctively looked up to size up the person in front of her.

He was a handsome guy with deep, dark eyes and a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, giving off a sunny vibe.

Reba felt that this guy was better-looking than anyone she had ever met before; the male students in their class couldn't compare at all.

Not only that, but she also felt this handsome guy looked somewhat familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

And this young man was, naturally, Zhang Yang, who had timed his arrival perfectly to block the door.

"Reba?"

What a coincidence, Zhang Yang thought to himself.

Just the night before last, he had met Nazha.

Today's opportunity actually had something to do with Reba.

His fate with beauties from Xinjiang was truly profound.

The smile on his lips deepened. Zhang Yang stared into Reba's eyes and asked, "Classmate, class is about to start. Where are you rushing off to?"

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