Yan Xiao quickly found Wang Yiying's email address and sent her the manuscript he had finished.
Once he had sent it, he followed up with a WeChat message.
These days, hardly anyone checked their text messages except for verification codes.
Wang Yiying soon replied to confirm she had received it.
His first week at university,
Yan Xiao found, was a breeze.
He attended classes during the day, practiced his instruments at night, and used the system to study university material before bed.
When he studied the sciences, he discovered that his high school lessons had already covered most of the material.
It was just that,
in high school, they only covered the broad outlines,
while university was where they began digging deeper.
Take physics, for example: he had studied seventy percent of the content in high school.
But,
did a pound of cotton really weigh the same as a pound of iron?
At the high school level, their weights could be considered equal.
At university, however,
although the cotton registered as one pound when weighed, buoyancy meant it was actually a little heavier than the iron.
That was also why certain popular jokes really were laughable to people whose knowledge had reached a certain level.
Wang Yiying still hadn't found time to read Yan Xiao's manuscript.
After a busy week, she was on the verge of falling apart.
She had only just finished her nonstop interviews and frantic writing yesterday. When she finally checked her personal inbox afterward, she remembered that Yan Xiao had sent her a book.
Determined to give it the care and attention it deserved, Wang Yiying decided to use this rare bit of free time to review his manuscript.
As far as she was concerned,
Yan Xiao wrote excellent short stories.
But,
when it came to