Chapter 361: Campus Scholar System (33)

Telling a bunch of elderly uncles and elders back home was simply not enough!

After hanging up the phone, President Xie started posting on his social media feed, then sent out celebratory red envelopes in various group chats, and finally notified his close friends in the industry one by one, looking very much like he wanted the whole world to celebrate with him.

Deng Youmei was the same; she happily sent the good news of her daughter being recommended for admission to a University to every group—sister groups, shopping groups, beauty and skincare groups... even all the class groups her daughter had been in from kindergarten to high school.

She spent tens of thousands just on red envelopes.

Those who were close to the couple were naturally happy for them from the bottom of their hearts.

But there was no shortage of "plastic" brothers and sisters who said "congratulations" to their faces while rolling their eyes and bad-mouthing them behind their backs.

These people had once used Xie Yang as a negative example to educate their own children:

"You listen to me well, you are not allowed to learn from anyone like Xie Yang. All she does is fight all day long; your Uncle Xie will have a headache because of her in the future."

"Son, you are not allowed to be as foolish as Cheng Zixin and the others. What kind of future can you have following behind Xie Yang? With her brain that lacks any scholarly air, she fails every single exam; what kind of success can she make of herself? I'm only giving your Uncle Xie face; otherwise, I wouldn't even want you sitting next to her at dinner."

"Lao Xie's daughter, she looks quite pretty, but she doesn't learn anything good. I heard she was always fighting while in school, and one time she even beat Chairman Chen's eldest grandson into the hospital, and it was Lao Xie who had to bring money to settle it. Being so reckless before she's even an adult, what will she be like later? Just watch! Sooner or later, she'll squander all the family fortune Lao Xie has saved up."

"Daughter, stay away from Xie Yang in the future. That daughter of Lao Xie is not someone who brings peace of mind..."

They often used these words to educate their own children, and they had been saying them for who knows how many years.

Suddenly learning that Lao Xie's daughter had quietly won the National Women's Volleyball League championship and had also been recommended for admission to a University—how could they not be shocked?

Even if she was a sports recommendation student, that was still a University!

Their own children, despite having hired gold-medal tutors for one-on-one coaching, didn't have absolute certainty of getting into a University.

As for Lao Xie's daughter, let alone one-on-one coaching, it was said that she skipped school classes whenever she could, and her textbooks were cleaner than her face.

Yet now, she had beaten their children to the punch and been recommended for admission to a University.

How frustrating!

But no matter how frustrated they were, the girl had indeed successfully secured the recommendation.

How could they not feel bitter inside?

"I didn't expect a sports specialist from First High School to have a chance to enter the Provincial Team? Lao Xie really kept it well hidden!"

"I was wondering why he was so generous, donating twenty million without even blinking; it turns out he could take a shortcut."

"That day at dinner, President Xie had a few too many drinks and said his daughter also had a boyfriend at First High School, a Scholar who was top of the grade in every exam and was also recommended for admission to Tsinghua University. Is that true or false?"

"Listen to him bragging! Besides fighting, what else can his daughter do? Maybe she practiced volleyball by fighting."

"I know about this; his daughter's grades are indeed a complete mess. My daughter was in the same school as her in elementary and middle school. I heard from my daughter that Xie Yang often failed her exams; getting twenty or thirty points was a common occurrence."

"I remember before the high school entrance exam, President Xie and Sister Deng hired I don't know how many gold-medal lecturers to give their daughter one-on-one coaching, and in the end, she only got into an International High School. Would the top student of a key middle school take a fancy to such an academic failure of a sports student? I don't believe it."

"Maybe they took a fancy to the Xie Family's wealth. The general environment hasn't been good these past few years, but President Xie's investments have never lost money. In terms of wealth and strength, our families really can't compare. It's no wonder the First High School Scholar is willing to date President Xie's daughter."

"Oh my! Analyzing it like this, it really is possible! If it weren't for the Xie Family's wealth, would a dignified Tsinghua University recommendation student take a fancy to Sister Deng's tomboy daughter?"

"Then there's a good show to watch in the future!"

Whether it was Xie Wenteng or Deng Youmei, they were surrounded by these kinds of jealous "plastic" friends, all secretly waiting to see the Xie Family's drama.

But the ending was destined to disappoint them.

As soon as Xie Yang received the recommendation offer for Nanjing University, Jiang Yinian received the twenty million in Financial Aid promised by the Scholar system.

With this money, he had no more worries, and as soon as he graduated from high school, he took Jiang Nainai and left Jiangcheng, moving to Beijing.

In a cozy residential complex near Hua University with good greenery and many elderly people, he rented a two-bedroom apartment on the first floor with a yard. During the day, he hired a reliable hourly worker to help Jiang Nainai get familiar with the complex environment, accompany her in and out of the complex to buy vegetables and plant them, and dance square dances that weren't too intense.

Seeing that Jiang Nainai was adapting well both physically and mentally, Jiang Yinian was finally able to start his journey of studying Astrophysics without distractions.

But after a few days, he felt something was a bit off; every time before going to sleep, he would subconsciously touch his phone, wanting to video call Xie Yang.

By then, the Scholar system had already unbound from him after completing the "Academic Scum Counterattack Mission" for this plane, and Xie Yang had also successfully gone to Nanjing University.

He no longer needed to contact Xie Yang frequently or help her with tutoring.

It was clearly a matter of "liberation," so why did he feel uncomfortable instead?

Today was Friday, and there were no classes in the evening. Jiang Yinian finished his day of classes and returned home under the sunset glow, only to find that the small vegetable patch Jiang Nainai had spent several days arranging was already filled with tender green vegetable seedlings along the wall.

On an impulse, he took a video and sent it to Xie Yang.

Only after sending it did he realize his own hidden thoughts.

It was already past the time limit to recall it.

Before he could struggle or hesitate, Xie Yang's voice call came back.

"Jiang Yinian, is this your new home's vegetable garden? Not bad! It seems you and Jiang Nainai are adapting quite well in Beijing."

Jiang Yinian: "..."

No! He was not adapting well.

Every time he was free, he couldn't help but want to video call her.

Because of this, he filled his daily schedule to the brim—

After finishing his major's classes, he would rush to another teaching building for his minor's classes.

After finishing his daytime required courses, he would immediately follow up with evening elective courses...

After finishing a day of classes and returning home, his energy was mostly exhausted, and he would collapse into bed and fall asleep, leaving him no time to think of her.

He thought that given enough time, he would eventually get used to it.

However, only now did he realize that thoughts suppressed by busyness would only come back even more fiercely once they rebounded.

"Xie Yang..."

"Jiang Yinian, how many days is your school off for National Day? Do you want to come to Nancheng to play? I'll be your tour guide. I've already visited all the big and small attractions in Nancheng over these past few weekends."

This was no lie.

Ever since she sent the recovered Scholar system back to the factory for repairs, Xie Yang's mission on this plane was complete, and what followed was purely enjoying life.

Main System: 【Host, you should hold back a bit. I know he is your ideal type, but his personality is clearly better suited for the "boiling a frog in warm water" approach. Aren't you afraid of scaring him away by being so proactive with your invitation?】

However, the next second, Jiang Yinian's voice, usually cold but now tinged with a hint of joy, came from the other end:

"Fine."

【???】

Are you the real Jiang Yinian?

If you've been kidnapped, make a sound.