This person really knows how to be reborn!

Chapter 2: Ruthlessly Taking Advantage of the School Beauty at the Start

Zeng Cheng lives in Jianhua Community, Jinghu District, Dezhou.

The name itself suggests that this neighborhood is quite old. Even in 2009, it was already very old, with the outer walls peeling off, like an old woman reminiscing about the past in the last rays of the setting sun.

When he arrived at his doorstep, Zeng Cheng took several deep breaths before taking out his keys and opening the door.

In his memory, his mother had a fixed image—gray hair, a plump figure, and a face full of wrinkles.

When Zeng Cheng returned to 2009 from 2005 and suddenly saw his mother, Sun Feng, who looked almost 20 years younger, he was stunned.

It turns out that Mom wasn't always Mom.

She was once so young, with thick, black hair and a face almost without wrinkles.

"You brat, are you stupid? What are you staring at your mother for?"

Sun Feng spoke to her son with a smile, and the faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes resembled lotus flowers in full bloom.

"Mom, I miss you."

Zeng Cheng opened his arms.

Sun Feng was very touched, so she pushed her eldest son away with a look of disgust.

However, she noticed that her son's expression was off.

"Why are your eyes so red? Did you get into trouble at school?"

"How is that possible!"

"I see. You're planning to go out with your female classmates again for Labor Day, right? How much are you planning to spend this time?"

"Who asked you for money? Don't slander me for no reason. I wasn't planning on going out with any female classmates on Labor Day. Your son needs to focus on his studies!"

"..."

Sun Feng was at a loss—how could she not know what kind of person her own son was?

After rolling her eyes, she went back to the kitchen to continue her work.

Dinner will be served promptly in half an hour.

Zeng Cheng's father is the deputy director of a street in Jinghu District. He has a low rank but many responsibilities, and he rarely comes home for meals on time.

The mother and son ate dinner alone. After the meal, Zeng Cheng wanted to help clear the table, but Sun Feng chased him away, telling him to go back to his room to study.

Back in his room, Zeng Cheng looked around carefully.

The setting was both strange and familiar: a single bed that was 1.5 meters wide, and a wardrobe with a very old-fashioned double door, the red paint on which had peeled off by more than half.

The desk and wardrobe were clearly a set, with books piled up like a small mountain on top, mostly textbooks and reference books.

However, Zeng Cheng knew that there were treasures hidden under the small mountain, such as the martial arts novels "Kunlun" and "Novoland: Eagle Flag", the ongoing "Naruto" manga, and a serious historical novel, the story of a certain young tutor surnamed Bai's struggle.

Okay, this turbulent and frustrating youth.

So... roughly what level of cultivator do I belong to?

After finishing his reflections, Zeng Cheng decided to test his cultivation level first—specifically, he opened the "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" book.

Mathematics was the first subject to inspection.

As a science student, the best measure of one's cultivation is one's mathematical ability.

Considering that he had basically forgotten everything he learned in high school, Zeng Cheng didn't even expect to be able to understand the questions.

The result was unexpected.

A bag contains three red balls and two blue balls. Two balls are randomly drawn from the bag without replacement. Given that the first ball is red, find the probability that the second ball is also red.

This question is simple; it involves conditional probability. Since the first ball is red, the remaining four balls will be two red and two blue. Therefore, the probability of the second ball being red is... one in two!

Zeng Cheng not only solved it instantly, but also immediately recalled the specific formula for conditional probability—P(A|B)=P(AB)/P(B).

What happened?

Puzzled, he did several other types of math problems and found that he could come up with solutions for most of them.

When I switched to other subjects, I found that I could do the easy ones, and although I couldn't do the difficult ones, I could understand the answer key.

Gradually, Zeng Cheng understood.

[I was just reborn, not had my brain replaced. Memories are essentially brain synapses. Rebirth can be understood as the brain suddenly having more synapses, but the original ones don't disappear!]

Three hours later, Zeng Cheng finished testing his cultivation level.

He could barely be considered a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Getting into a second-tier university is no problem for him, and with a bit of luck, he might even get into a first-tier university—the reason he didn't get into a second-tier university in his previous life was because his Dao heart collapsed, not because of his true abilities.

Zeng Cheng also discovered that he had the benefit of being reborn.

Although I only attended a mediocre third-tier university in my previous life, I worked hard to take the postgraduate entrance exam in my junior year and successfully got into Shuzhou University, a 985 university.

Students who frequently take the postgraduate entrance exam know that to pass, math and foreign language skills are crucial.

In other words, he has been enhanced from the original version, with significant improvements in both his math skills and English proficiency.

Zeng Cheng began to do mental calculations—if he could score 20 more points in math and English on his previous scores during the college entrance examination, and then work hard for the remaining month or so to improve his combined science score by 10 or 20 points, then he would definitely be a top-tier student, a terrifyingly powerful Golden Core cultivator!

Zeng Cheng was a little excited.

As a reborn individual, Zeng Cheng certainly didn't value a university degree.

As Lao Wang once said, "Being bold is worse than being from Tsinghua or Peking University." Even graduating from an Ivy League school is just a stepping stone to working for a capitalist. So why not become a capitalist yourself?

Zeng Cheng was excited because if he could get into a top university (like a 985 university), it would be a great advantage for his early entrepreneurial endeavors.

Even a mid-tier 985 university like Sichuan University has a wealth of resources and connections, not to mention prestigious universities like Tsinghua, Peking University, and Zhejiang University.

Silent all night.

The next morning around eight o'clock, after having breakfast, Zeng Cheng carried his schoolbag, rode his Phoenix brand bicycle (which made noise everywhere except for the bell), and headed straight for Dezhou No. 1 Middle School.

The school provides public study rooms for senior high school students, which remain open even during holidays, and teachers from the grade level often come to patrol and answer students' questions.

This is also why Zeng Cheng was not at home, but at school to study.

First, the cultivation environment is good.

Secondly, there are sect elders you can exploit.

Zeng Cheng thought there wouldn't be many people in the public study room on the first day of the holiday, but he was dumbfounded when he arrived.

Good heavens, it's packed with heads, it's completely full.

"Damn, a bunch of fucking bastards."

After muttering a few complaints to himself, Zeng Cheng prepared to head home, secretly vowing to get up at 6:30 the next morning.

So what if I roll it up? Who's afraid of who!

"what?"

Suddenly I noticed that there was still an empty seat in the prime window seat.

After walking over, he asked a girl sitting opposite him, "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

The girl was engrossed in doing her homework. Zeng Cheng couldn't see her face clearly, but he figured she was probably a beautiful girl.

First of all, her hair looks great.

Her hair is exceptionally thick, with each strand clearly defined, resembling a soft, glossy black ribbon.

Her earlobes were half-hidden among her thick hair, glistening and rosy.

The lines of her shoulders are also beautiful, as if they were cut by a spring breeze.

Her wrists were fair and delicate, just like the words in Wei Zhuang's poem: "The woman by the wine shop is like the moon, her fair wrists are like frost and snow."

The girl didn't answer Zeng Cheng, but glared at him coldly before continuing to work on her problems.

A fleeting glimpse, yet Zeng Cheng was utterly stunning.

An oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a balanced proportion of the three sections of the face and the five features. The face has a smooth yet angular profile, combining classical Eastern beauty with Western three-dimensional beauty. It is a textbook example of bone structure.

Xia Ning is pretty enough, but this girl's looks are a whole level above hers.

At the same time, I also figured out why there was an empty seat opposite the girl.

Devastatingly beautiful women all possess an aura of charisma.

She glares at anyone who comes near, so it's perfectly normal that no one dares to sit opposite her.

However, this does not include Zeng Cheng.

[Whether you have it or not.]

After Zeng Cheng sat down, he secretly glanced at the oval-faced girl's workbook, which showed her class and name.

"It was her?"

The girl's name is Yu Baiwei. She is a legendary academic genius in the experimental class, the top scorer in the college entrance examination in DZ City this year, and she achieved an astonishing third place in the province.

She's definitely a sect's holy maiden!

Zeng Cheng decided to take advantage of her; he wouldn't hesitate to ask her for help when he encountered problems later.

As for whether Yu Baiwei is willing to help him with his problems, your brother Cheng says it doesn't matter.

You have your aloofness, I have my thick skin.

After sitting down, Zeng Cheng started doing practice questions and soon realized that he and Yu Baiwei were doing the same science comprehensive test paper.

This is not a coincidence—the holiday homework was assigned jointly by the teachers of the grade level after discussion.

Yu Baiwei was doing practice questions much faster than Zeng Cheng. The former had just finished the physics and chemistry papers, while the latter had already started checking the answers.

Zeng Cheng simply threw away his pen and pointed to the last big question on the physics exam, which he couldn't even understand the question itself.

"Yu, explain this problem to me!"

Yu Baiwei clearly didn't expect that the boy opposite her would have the courage to strike up a conversation with her.

She resorted to the same trick again, giving Zeng Cheng a cold glare.

Zeng Cheng didn't care at all, and even thought it was pretty to see the sect's holy maiden rolling her eyes.

This is probably the value of a femme fatale – even a slight anger or a hint of reproach exudes charm.

After staring at each other for about three seconds, Yu Baiwei's aloofness finally gave way to her shamelessness, and she looked away.

"Hey, there are answer keys available, why don't you look at them yourself?"

"I don't understand!"

"Even if I tell you, you won't understand."

"How do you know I don't understand if you haven't even explained it?"

"Because you look—" Yu Baiwei glanced at Zeng Cheng again, thought for a moment, and then made a definitive statement, "a bit slow."

Zeng Cheng: "..."

Girl, are you sure you don't mean things that hurt?

Aren't you afraid that I, Yu Yu, will post you on Xiaohongshu and then get my friends to cyberbully you?

Okay, it's 2009 now, and there's a little red book with a duck.

When persistent pestering proved ineffective, Zeng Cheng decided to change his strategy.

"Heh, you can't even do this problem yourself, you're just guessing!"

That's a very low-level tactic of provocation.

However, Zeng Cheng felt it should be effective.

After all, academic geniuses all have an almost obsessive competitive spirit.

The same is true.

Yu Baiwei glared at Zeng Cheng again.

"What if I didn't just write it randomly?"

The voice remained cold and detached, but it had become tinged with emotion.