Mao An’an turned to look at the mischievous chubby kid at the back, making a ‘you’re dead’ gesture. Guo Pang mouthed back, ‘Let’s skip evening study and go rollerblading tonight.’ Mao An’an rolled her eyes and turned back, struggling between listening and dozing off.
Mao’s academic performance wasn’t outstanding; top universities were out of reach, regular universities were a challenge, and even a basic degree was a stretch. In this elite high school with a high college admission rate, Mao An’an, who would have been average elsewhere, found herself at the bottom. Teachers focused on students striving for excellence, ignoring those at the bottom unless they caused trouble. Thus, despite her reluctance, Mao An’an was eventually dragged out by Guo Pang and Xiaoya to go rollerblading during evening study.
“Duck, why do we need to study?” Mao An’an leaned against a pillar, trying to stabilize herself, looking utterly worn out by the education system. Xiaoya sighed, “To get into university, of course.”
“What’s university for?”
“To find a job.”
“And what’s the job for?”
“To find a husband, have kids, and then make sure they study hard to get into university.” Mao An’an: …
Meanwhile, in another dimension of the universe, on the planet Kino in the Erei Galaxy:
Prince Li Erben frowned at the holographic strategic plan projected in the air, his handsome face shadowed with concern, which only deepened his aura as the Empire’s supreme commander. Prince Li Erben, the most excellent, wealthiest, and charismatic leader of the Austin Empire.
Beside him stood the respectful Adjutant Ivan, “Your Highness, the war that lasted nineteen days has finally come to a temporary halt. We lost sixty-four warriors, while the Zeraeni family lost nearly a thousand,” he paused, slightly excited, “We won.”
Li Erben turned slowly, his pure black hair flowing down to the ground, shining with a subtle luxury. He picked up an exquisite and expensive wine glass with his elegant fingers, “We haven’t won. They lost valueless clones, while we lost our precious warriors. Zeraeni’s cost was much less than ours.”
Adjutant Ivan humbly reassured, “Your Highness need not worry; our noble queen has already groomed the best heir for Austin.”
