Zou Xiaojun couldn’t help but complain, "Damn, fruit is so expensive at twenty-five yuan per pound, and yet so many people are still buying it. Are they crazy? No, I have to see this for myself. Why don’t you two come along?"
It wouldn’t hurt to feast my eyes even if I can’t afford it.
Shen Ci’s mouth twitched, thinking to himself that he would definitely give Zou Xiaojun, who came from a poor family, a taste of some quality fruit after the exams were over.
At that moment, a young man looking like a bodyguard came over and respectfully said to Han Muyang, "Fourth Master, there’s a twenty-pound limit per person on premium fruit across the street, and the Second Master insists you bring some back before you return home."
Zou Xiaojun was flabbergasted, "They’re even imposing a limit? Oh my God."
Meng Chuyue covered her mouth to laugh.
She had just heard Shen Ci call "Zou Xiaojun" and remembered that in her past life, Shen Ci’s composed and reliable chief assistant bore this name.
She hadn’t expected the young Zou Xiaojun to be so adorably naive.
It seemed like Zou Xiaojun didn’t go to college in her previous life, so will he fail his entrance exams this time?
Wouldn’t that mean the end of the bond between him and Shen Ci?
She blinked and took a few steps forward to say to Shen Ci, "Cousin, why don’t you bring your two classmates to our place for a bit? I’ll prepare some fruit for you guys to eat."
As she spoke, she smiled politely at Han Muyang and Zou Xiaojun and walked ahead towards the fruit store.
Shen Ci was taken aback for a moment before turning and pulling Han Muyang and Zou Xiaojun along, "Let’s go, my cousin is the manager of the fruit store across the street, I can get you some extra fruit."
Han Muyang and Zou Xiaojun, "..."
The three of them waded through the crowded crowd and went up to the third floor of the fruit store.
Sitting in Shen Ci’s bedroom, which was adorned with exquisite bedding but had simple furniture, they ate the fruit platter that Meng Chuyue brought up, leaving Zou Xiaojun blinking in amazement.
However, Han Muyang was clutching at the test papers scattered on the study desk without letting go.
These papers were specifically brought by Meng Chuyue when she delivered the fruit.
Shen Ci was also somewhat surprised upon seeing them.
He had considered showing these test papers to Han Muyang and Zou Xiaojun.
Especially Zou Xiaojun.
Considering his poor family background and his honest nature, he tended to get nervous during exams, and Shen Ci really wanted to help.
But the papers belonged to Meng Chuyue; he couldn’t overstep his bounds.
He hadn’t expected Meng Chuyue to take the initiative in this matter.
He glanced at Han Muyang, who despite his privileged background was astute in action, and nudged the clueless Zou Xiaojun, "Take a good look at these papers; they’re really valuable."
Zou Xiaojun looked at him, confused, "...what?"
Han Muyang laughed and shook his head, spreading a Chinese test paper in front of Zou Xiaojun, "Check out these question types."
After speaking, he turned to look at Shen Ci, "This person is really good at predicting questions.
Although he’s only guessed Chinese and Math correctly, it doesn’t mean he can’t predict the rest. It’s worth a shot. I’ll go downstairs and have Brother Quan let my family know, then come back later. Or else, should I ask him to bring some luggage so I can crash here on the floor?"
Zou Xiaojun had snapped back to reality, scrambling up, "I need to call home and tell them I’ll be back late."
Both were very sensible, knowing that it wasn’t appropriate to take the papers with them, and expressed a desire to stay and study.
Seeing that Shen Ci didn’t object, Han Muyang said to Zou Xiaojun, "Don’t worry about calling; I’ll have Brother Quan go tell your family. Why don’t you stay and crash here with me tonight?"
It’s not that he wanted to impose on Shen Ci, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he went home.
Shen Ci frowned and went downstairs to find Meng Chuyue, "My two classmates want to stay and study after seeing the test papers. If you don’t think it’s appropriate, I’ll refuse."
Meng Chuyue had already found out from Erhu that Han Muyang was Han Zheng’s fourth adopted son and felt no pressure, "The third floor is your domain; you can arrange as you see fit. I’ll go make dinner for you all."
Shen Ci quickly refused, "They have someone to take care of their meals and bedding. You’ve also had a long day; I can’t let you tire yourself out any further."