This Senior Student is So Powerful

Reba exchanged a glance with Zhang Yang, and a thought involuntarily rose in her mind: "His eyes are really nice."

Hearing Zhang Yang's question, the usually slow-to-warm-up-with-strangers girl inexplicably answered, "I forgot my textbook, I need to go back and get it."

"Forgot your textbook?" Zhang Yang glanced down at his watch and said, "There are eight minutes until class. You don't even have enough time to run back to the dorm from here, let alone run back again. You'll definitely be late. It'd be better to explain the situation to the teacher and share a book with a classmate during class."

"I can't today, we have an open-book pop quiz," Reba explained. "Without a textbook, it'll affect my grade, and I can't affect my classmates either."

"Besides, my textbook is left in the library. If I run over to get it now, I'll only be a few minutes late. It won't have much impact."

"I see." Zhang Yang nodded in understanding.

Sure enough, the guidance from the Opportunity Guide was the optimal solution, possibly even the only solution.

If he hadn't brought the freshman Introduction to Art textbook as the guide instructed, he wouldn't have been able to solve the difficulty Reba was facing, or at least not perfectly.

"Hold this for me."

Zhang Yang handed the materials in his hand to Reba, who instinctively reached out and took them.

"Among the books I brought today, I happen to have the Introduction to Art that freshmen need."

Zhang Yang took off his backpack, set it in front of him, pulled the zipper open, took out a few books, flipped through them pretending to search, then pulled out one and held it up in front of Reba. "Classmate, is this the one?"

"That's right, it's this one." Reba's face lit up with surprise, but then she asked in confusion, "Classmate, don't you need it?"

Zhang Yang pulled out the top book from the stack and pointed at its cover. "Junior, I'm a sophomore, so of course I don't need the freshman textbook you're holding."

"Ah, you're a senior?" Reba, a bit dazed, realized belatedly.

"Yeah, I'm a member of the Student Union. I came here to deliver some materials to Teacher Jiang." Zhang Yang pointed at the stack of materials in Reba's hands. "You're lucky too—I just happened to bring my freshman textbook today."

"Class is about to start. Use mine for now. I'll help you look for your book in the library, and we can swap back after class."

Reba was quite tempted, since she didn't want to be late either, but she felt embarrassed asking Zhang Yang to go to the library to fetch her book. After a moment's thought, she said, "Senior, let's exchange contact info."

"I'll borrow your book for now. You don't need to waste your time on my matter. We can arrange a time and place later, and I'll come return the book to you."

"As for my book in the library, don't bother going to get it. I'll go myself after class."

Zhang Yang wasn't surprised by Reba's decision.

He knew a bit of psychology and understood that Reba was the type who didn't like troubling others.

"What's your phone number?" Zhang Yang asked, as if agreeing with Reba's decision.

Reba breathed a sigh of relief and immediately recited her number.

Zhang Yang typed it in, dialed it directly, and hung up after Reba's phone rang.

Putting his phone away, Zhang Yang said to Reba, "Don't worry about being polite with me. I was planning to go to the library to study until dinner anyway, which is why I brought so many books."

"Just tell me roughly where you were sitting in the library earlier. I'll help you look for your book first."

"If you wait until after class to look, someone might have taken it by then, and it'll be even more troublesome to find."

"If I find it, I'll text you. After class, you can come to the library with my book and we'll swap."

Reba thought Zhang Yang's reasoning made a lot of sense. Since he was already planning to study at the library, she figured it wasn't really putting him out, so she nodded. "Thank you, Senior. I'll leave it to you then. I was sitting by the window in Section X on the second floor."

Zhang Yang said "You're welcome," slung his bag over his shoulder, and turned to leave.

Reba took the materials to the podium, set them down, then picked up the textbook and returned to her seat.

"Reba, did someone find your book and bring it back?" Yuan Bingyan leaned in and whispered.

The spot where Zhang Yang had stood was somewhat to the side, and with Reba blocking the view, the people sitting in the classroom couldn't see anything—they could only tell from the sound that Reba was talking to a guy.

"No, it's a senior's book. That senior is a Student Union member delivering materials to Teacher Jiang. I just got lucky..." Reba recounted the entire conversation at the door without holding anything back.

Yuan Bingyan didn't think much of it and smiled softly. "Then you're pretty lucky. Is that senior who lent you the book handsome?"

"I think he's very handsome. He's the best-looking guy I've ever seen." Reba said without hesitation.

This piqued the interest of both Yuan Bingyan and Mi Re, who wanted to know more.

But just then, the teacher for this class walked in. His stern expression made everyone instinctively shut their mouths.

"Alright, let's start with roll call." The teacher pulled out the attendance sheet.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yang strolled leisurely toward the library.

"This opportunity... is it just to help Reba with a small favor and get to know her?"

To be honest, Zhang Yang thought this opportunity was just so-so.

With his position as Vice President of the Student Union and his face, was it really that hard to get a junior's contact info?

Reba would eventually become a Top Female Star in Chinese Entertainment, a First-Tier Female Celebrity in Domestic Entertainment, just like Liu Shishi, but that was about it.

Liu Shishi could at least speak up for him. Reba had always been the Top Sister at Jiaxing—she had traffic but almost no decent works to show for it. She was a vase with a little water in it.

"I want opportunities. I want a career. I don't need you to help me pick up girls." Zhang Yang unilaterally conveyed his thoughts to the Opportunity Manual.

Nearly ten minutes later, he found a book near the seat Reba had mentioned, lying on the floor.

"I found your book." Zhang Yang sent a text.

On the other end, Reba felt her phone vibrate, opened it, and glanced at the message.

She breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Thanks, Senior Student. I'll come find you at the library later."

Zhang Yang replied, "Alright, I'll be sitting right where you said."

Reba immediately sent back an "Mm-hmm."

After a brief moment of thought, she composed a message to ask for Zhang Yang's name, so she could note it down and recognize him.

She felt that such a handsome senior couldn't be unknown around campus, but she couldn't recall who he was at the moment.

Before she could send the message, a woman's voice, tinged with severity, came from ahead: "You there, student, answer this: what are the essence and characteristics of art, and how do you understand them?"

Immediately after, Reba felt her clothes tugged by Yuan Bingyan.

A chill ran down her spine. Reba stiffly looked up, meeting the teacher's half-smiling gaze.

She quickly stood up, her movements and expression flustered.

The teacher didn't press her, but repeated, "Student Reba, share your understanding or summary of the essence and characteristics of art."

Reba hurriedly picked up her textbook, remembering that the teacher had just been lecturing on the essence and characteristics of art.

"Huh?"

Her eyes landed on a section of the textbook that should have been blank but was now filled with notes. Reba's eyes widened: "This Senior Student is amazing!"