Chapter 13: My Fate with a Beauty from the Border Province

Time: March 11, Year 11, 3:33 PM
Location: Entrance of Room X, Teaching Building X, Shanghai Drama Academy
Instructions: Bring the freshman textbook "Introduction to Art"

Zhang Yang unlocked the opportunity at Shanghai Drama Academy and found that he only needed to bring one book.

Surprised, his mind immediately started working to speculate what might happen.

Just like yesterday morning, when he knew he had to prepare for the library task, he guessed what kind of trouble Liu Shishi might encounter and made targeted adjustments to ensure the opportunity would come his way.

This time, the instruction was to bring the freshman "Introduction to Art" textbook. The incident surely involved a freshman who forgot to bring their textbook, and Zhang Yang could help out.

But he couldn’t just bring his own copy of the freshman "Introduction to Art" textbook blindly—that would be too coincidental.

Moreover, persuading the other party to borrow the textbook required some tact.

For example, yesterday, he couldn’t have just handed the library book to Liu Shishi and said, “Shishi, your relative came, no library book, just use the one I bought.”

Liu Shishi would likely blush and shove him away.

“There’s plenty of time, I can prepare.”

“Besides, I’m the vice president of the student council; this identity can do a lot of things.”

Zhang Yang took out his phone, opened a QQ group, and started asking around for the materials he needed.

“It’s Professor Jiang’s class? That’s easy,” Zhang Yang quickly came up with an idea.

He first contacted another member of the student council and sent a message: “Lao Xu, I heard your goddess agreed to watch a movie with you?”

Lao Xu replied quickly: “Goddess… Yang, you really know how to summarize. Manman is my goddess; she did agree to watch a movie with me, but I have to deliver materials to the X group mentors this afternoon, and I’m really stressed.”

Zhang Yang: “You’re lucky. Just organize the materials and leave them somewhere; I’ll help you deliver them.”

Lao Xu: “Really? Godfather!”

Zhang Yang: “You already call me godfather; if I’m not real, I have to be.”

Lao Xu: “You’re like a real dad. If my thing works out, I’ll definitely take Manman out to dinner with you.”

Zhang Yang: “No problem, no problem.”

After arranging the time and place with Lao Xu, Zhang Yang put away his phone and shook his head secretly: “If Manman takes me out to dinner, I can forget about this meal.”

He knew that Manman, who wanted to join the acting department but was not admitted, transferred to the puppetry major to stay at the academy; she had the potential to be a social butterfly.

When he first joined the student council, Manman had chased him for a few days, but he rejected her.

Lao Xu was just a high-quality simp to Manman—no chance.

“The bicycle you’re reluctant to ride, others can stand and pedal; and the bicycle is actually quite happy.”

Zhang Yang sighed slightly as he returned to his dorm, pulled out several important freshman course books from his bookshelf, put them all into his backpack, then added several sophomore books.

After all this, he lay on his bed and flipped through the script, preparing to memorize all the lines and content.

After his rebirth, his brain seemed specially developed—he could almost remember everything after just one look.

Time quickly reached 2:45 PM.

Turning off his phone alarm, Zhang Yang got up, washed his face, tidied his appearance, slung on his backpack, and headed to the student building.

In the psychological counseling room, he found the materials Lao Xu had prepared in advance, then went to Room X in Teaching Building X.

At the same time, groups of students were leaving the dormitory, the library, or other classrooms, heading to their next class.

Among them were several strikingly beautiful girls, who became a stunning sight on the road, frequently attracting the attention and gossip of nearby students.

“Those girls don’t look Han, right?”

“I guess they’re Uyghur like Dong Yaya.”

“I heard this year’s acting freshmen girls are especially high quality.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of Dilraba, Yuan Bingyan, and Zhong Chuxi.”

“Dilraba must be the one we just saw.”

“...”

Used to such attention, the three girls involved showed no change in expression.

A few minutes later, the acting freshmen of the Class of 2010 gathered in the multimedia classroom, ready for the "Introduction to Art" class.

“No, it can’t be missing.”

Dilraba, sitting in the front row with exotic beauty, looked flustered, frantically searching through her tote bag.

“Could it be left in the library?” said Yuan Bingyan, a gentle-tempered girl with a high nose bridge and delicate features, who was Dilraba’s dormmate and best friend.

“Maybe. I even glanced in the library just now.” Dilraba slapped her forehead, put down the bag, “I’m going to look for it now.”

“Wait.” Yuan Bingyan grabbed Dilraba’s hand, “Class starts in ten minutes; if you rush there now, you might be late.”

“What should I do then?” Dilraba was anxious.

The "Introduction to Art" teacher was highly experienced and famously strict.

If she was late, it could leave a bad impression.

A single bad word from such a teacher could seriously affect her future career.

“Why don’t you explain the situation to the teacher when she arrives? Then you can share my book during class. I’m sure the teacher will understand,” Yuan Bingyan suggested.

A flicker of hope appeared in Dilraba’s eyes just then, their roommate Cheng Chuyue spoke up: “The class monitor reminded us in the group chat about an open-book quiz today. We have to sit apart, so how can Dilraba take the quiz without the book?”

“Yanyan, please tell the teacher I have to go find the textbook.” Dilraba made up her mind immediately.

Faced with two evils, choosing the lesser was reasonable. Being late with a justified reason might not upset the teacher, but failing the quiz would be a blemish.

“Then go, be careful, and keep your phone with you,” Yuan Bingyan released her hand.

Dilraba nodded and quickly ran to the door.

She opened the door to leave but saw a tall boy holding a pile of things standing there.

Luckily, she hadn’t run too fast and paused when opening the door; otherwise, she would have crashed into him.

Still, the sudden sight startled her, and she instinctively looked up at him.

He was a handsome young man with deep black eyes and a faint smile, giving off a sunny vibe.

Dilraba thought he was more handsome than any boy she had ever met; none of her classmates could compare.

Moreover, he looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

This boy was none other than Zhang Yang, who had purposely timed himself to block the door.

“Dilraba?”

Zhang Yang thought silently, what a coincidence.

He had just seen a girl from Xinjiang two nights ago.

Today’s opportunity turned out to be related to Dilraba.

His fate with beauties from the border provinces was truly profound.

Smiling more broadly, Zhang Yang fixed his gaze on Dilraba’s eyes and asked, “Hey there, class is about to start, where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?”