Shen Le: Return to Original Form! Don't Make Me Do This a Second Time! (Seeking Guaranteed Monthly Votes)

"Your eyes can deceive you."

"Your ears can deceive you."

"Your imagination can deceive you too."

Shen Le circled the clay sculpture that had been carrying the dowry. It had looked like a normal person, but had suddenly turned into a standing Yellow Weasel clay figure. He paced back and forth around it, muttering under his breath.

By the time he reached the third sentence, before he could even sum things up, a silver ball of light flashed at the corner of his eye. Little Oil Lamp eagerly chimed in:

[But math won't! If you can't do math, you can't do math!]

"Qing Deng!!!"

Shen Le turned his head. The silver ball of light floated over happily and circled him.

[Shen Le, can you do it? Can you? Can you?]

If I could do math, I'd have applied to the School of Mathematics. If not that, the School of Physics would've worked too.

Although the matching careers from the School of Mathematics and the School of Physics were mostly teaching or research, their prospects were broad. With strong mathematical foundations, you could easily switch into computer science, finance, or business and management fields like the Guanghua School.

After graduation, you could steadily earn a million a year, achieve financial freedom within a few years, go feed pigeons in Europe whenever you wanted, or hire a few Sherpas to carry your luggage if you wanted to climb Mount Everest.

Why would I throw myself into archaeology and cultural heritage, run off into the middle of nowhere, and restore ancient buildings with one hand covered in dust and the other in mud?

Of course, I really did have an interest in it, and it really had given me financial freedom too. Ahem, the process had been rather strange,