It was known that graduating early required two hundred Basic Credits.
It was also known that during his year and a half at First University, Zheng Qing had accumulated eighty Basic Credits. Bonus credits could add twenty points, while exemptions could deduct sixteen, meaning that if he wanted to graduate early, he still needed to earn another eighty-four Basic Credits.
Eighty-four credits were equivalent to the credits from twenty-eight professional courses in a single semester.
The moment Zheng Qing worked out that number, he abruptly realized a very thorny problem—he had to find a way to attend twenty-eight classes every week, while under normal circumstances, the school only scheduled ten classes per week for each student.
From Monday to Friday, there was one course in the morning, lasting three hours, and one in the afternoon, lasting three hours.
"I have two more courses than you. I need to take thirty courses this semester."
Jiang Yu looked gloomily at the figures she had compiled, her fingers unconsciously tapping the desk. "Going by the methods used by those upperclassmen who chose early graduation, adding one course at night and another six over Saturday and Sunday without resting only gives us eleven extra courses..."
"Ten plus eleven is only twenty-one."
Zheng Qing did not need to count on his fingers to work that out. He could not help drawing in a sharp breath. "...Even if I went seven days a week without a break and took three classes every morning, afternoon, and night, I could only take twenty-one courses! What about the remaining seven? How did everyone else at the school manage to graduate early?"
A great many names immediately flashed through his mind—from Dr. Duzem to Senior Colmar, and then Linda Barnes, the deputy editor-in-chief from the School Newspaper Editorial Department. Especially