Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan immediately asked, "Are there scholarships available?"
Although he doesn't need the money right now, even a small amount is still something.
Lu Yi knew that Jiang Fan's family was struggling financially, so she smiled and nodded, "Yes, and this scholarship is quite generous."
Class 1.
After hearing her homeroom teacher mention the diagnostic test, Lan Shengxue made up her mind.
She had always been the top student and received the scholarship, until the last exam, when Jiang Fan took that first place from her.
This time, she was determined to take it back from Jiang Fan.
As soon as Jiang Fan got home, he took out his textbooks, notebooks, and related review materials.
I've been busy with cultivation lately and haven't had time to review my studies properly, so I've fallen behind in all subjects.
I have an exam tomorrow, and I'm going to have to study one book after another. I'll probably have to stay up all night.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. He used his Psychic Power to envelop all the review materials on the desk, causing them to slowly float up. Dozens of books were arranged in an orderly fashion and suspended in mid-air.
He is now Intermediate Psychic, and his memory and multitasking abilities have been further enhanced.
He closed his eyes, focused his attention, and flipped through the dozens of review materials surrounding him.
It has to be said, this efficiency is truly extraordinary.
In less than half an hour, he had memorized all the contents of the review materials.
Because his attention was so focused, he was completely unaware of what was happening outside the door.
Tang Guo knocked on the door several times, but heard no response from inside.
"Strange? Why isn't Brother Fan opening the door? Didn't he hear us?"
Tang Guo knocked on the door again, but it was quiet as before; there was no sound from inside the room.
She suddenly remembered that Jiang Fan used to often faint in his room because of his poor health, and thinking of this, she immediately became nervous.
" Brother Fan!" Tang Guo pushed the door open and went in.
The next second, "whoosh whoosh whoosh--" dozens of books that were suspended in mid-air fell down like dumplings, one of which hit Jiang Fan on the head.
"Hiss!"
Jiang Fan rubbed his head, his face showing some pain.
Tang Guo stared at Jiang Fan with her big, grape-like eyes, her head full of question marks.
" Brother Fan, what are you doing?"
Tang Guo glanced at Jiang Fan, who was rubbing his head, and then at the books scattered all over the floor, her question marks growing even larger.
"Reviewing, reviewing my lessons. We have a diagnostic test tomorrow," Jiang Fan replied with a smile.
"Oh..." Tang Guo strode in with her short legs, "Why are books scattered all over the floor?"
"This—" Jiang Fan didn't know how to explain for a moment.
Tang Guo showed no sign of letting him off the hook, tilting her head and staring intently at him.
She wasn't sure if she was seeing things, but the moment she pushed open the door, she thought she saw the books floating in the air.
But how could it suddenly be floating in the air? Brother Fan can't do magic tricks.
Just then, Wang Shuqin's voice came from outside.
" Guoguo, I told you to call Xiao Fan for dinner, what were you doing?"
"Oh! Coming." Tang Guo responded and then looked at Jiang Fan. "Let's go, Brother Fan, let's eat. Mom made crucian carp soup today. Drinking fish soup can make you smarter, so you can get a good grade tomorrow."
"Okay, sure."
"Let's go." Tang Guo took Jiang Fan's hand, her small hand shaking his large one, and they walked out of the room together.
Just as the food was set up on the table, an uninvited guest arrived at our home.
The person who came was none other than the landlord, Chen Wenhua.
Looking at the food on the table, Chen Wenhua exaggeratedly said, "Wow, Tang Fugui, your family's situation is really getting better and better. You're even having fish soup now. I heard your Jiang Fan is in some kind of special training class? The path of martial arts is extremely expensive. I thought your family was so poor that you had to sell everything you owned to support Jiang Fan's training, living on sweet potatoes and wild vegetables every day. Look at this, crucian carp soup, braised pork ribs, tsk tsk tsk—fish and meat, you're eating really well."
"This is none of your business." Tang Fugui was an honest man, but even a clay figure has its temper. This was mainly due to Chen Wenhua's visit to their home last time, when he said that Jiang Fan, that sickly fellow, might not last much longer.
He could tolerate others insulting him, but he absolutely could not tolerate his own child being cursed.
" Tang Fugui, your temper has grown quite a bit, huh? Good for you. But the premise of your tough attitude is that you have to pay the rent on time." Chen Wenhua said, patting Tang Fugui on the shoulder.
"Didn't we pay the rent last time? We paid four months' worth in total! There's still one month left."
"Yes, there is indeed still a month left, but a month will pass quickly. I came here specifically to remind you that if your family cannot pay the rent on time, then don't blame me for being ruthless and kicking you all out. I also want to remind you that this time it will definitely not be like last time. I won't waste words with you, nor will I be patient with you. I'll just kick you out without warning."
Seeing Chen Wenhua speak with such certainty, as if he wasn't joking at all, Tang Fugui couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
" Xiao Fan is currently a student in a special training program, and he needs money for many things. His martial arts exam is just around the corner, Mr. Chen, what do you think—"
"What am I looking at? I think there's absolutely no way your Jiang Fan will get into any martial arts school." Chen Wenhua said this while giving Jiang Fan a disdainful look.
" Tang Fugui, I'm giving you my best advice: don't waste your money on Jiang Fan, someone you have no blood relation to. With his energy and vitality, he's worse than a primary school student. Throwing money at him is like throwing stones into the sea—a complete waste. Even the Jiang Family understands the stakes involved. They'd rather elevate Jiang Youtian, who has no blood relation to them, to the heavens than have Jiang Fan, their biological son. Because Jiang Fan is born a good-for-nothing, just like his name suggests, destined for mediocrity. Oh, even worse than an ordinary person."
Tang Guo was furious and immediately confronted Chen Wenhua with a huff.
" Brother Fan is not a good-for-nothing! He's extraordinary!"
"Oh, little girl, are you angry? What's there to be angry about? I'm just telling the truth. Hahaha--" Chen Wenhua grinned and laughed so hard he almost fell over.
"Stop laughing! What's so funny?"
Just as Tang Guo was about to say something more, Jiang Fan's voice rang out.
" Guoguo, don't get angry with this kind of dog who can't say anything nice."
Upon hearing this, Chen Wenhua's laughter stopped abruptly. "You brat, are you saying that nothing good can come out of a dog's mouth?"
Jiang Fan ignored him, instead looking at Tang Guo and speaking gently, "To deal with this kind of person, we don't need to waste words or expressions. Just shout—"