The fresh graduates from the Finance Institute hadn’t left school long when everyone else was nearing final exams.

These past few days, Su Zelin has been going to class diligently because, before exams, the course instructors would deliberately mark out key points, and these basically constitute over ninety percent of the exam questions.

So passing university exams isn’t difficult—those who fail and have to retake are mostly the ones who skip classes all the time and have little interest in studying.

Once the key points are outlined, even the laziest slackers start burning the midnight oil.

only has one slacker—Zeng Kaiping.

The energetic youth has always had poor grades. In his past life, he and Su Zelin were partners in hardship. Yet, in this life, the slacker became a straight-A student, leaving the energetic youth to battle alone. Luckily, under Su Zelin’s influence and supervision, he rarely needs to retake courses each semester and often just scrapes by the passing line.

Speaking of which, this guy also has some good luck, or maybe the instructors are being lenient, giving a few extra points to students who are just on the verge of passing.

However, this time, Su Zelin accompanied him to study late into the night for several evenings. While the slacker does self-study on usual days, he has missed quite a few classes.

Actually, even if he doesn’t cram, he is sure to pass. It’s just that his grades might be subpar. But it’s worth spending some time to do better on the exams, especially since he’s the class president. He assuredly promised there wouldn’t be any significant regression when he applied for exemption from certain classes.

Also, his mom always gets a kick out of showing off the Finance Institute’s report cards during every holiday to the Qin family and the neighbors. If he performs poorly, she’d lose her fun.

Both burning the midnight oil, yet looking different from each other.

Su Zelin seemed relaxed, casually flipping through books and materials.

Zeng Kaiping, however, was biting on a ballpoint pen, furrowing his brow, and often taking sips from a can of Red Bull on his desk. It took him ages to read through a paragraph, frequently seeking help from the slacker.

This time of the semester always tortures him the most.

The more carefree you are during usual days, the more you have to pay for these few days.

After pushing through a few days under immense pressure, the finals arrived.

Seeing Zeng Kaiping’s state, everyone was startled.

The energetic youth had a yellowish complexion, looked gaunt, with unfocused eyes, chapped and pale lips, and dark circles under his eyes resembling a panda’s. It was as though he had aged over a decade in just a few days; he looked quite horrifying.

"Ah Ping, are you alright?"

Feng Zhongliang was quite worried.

Ah Ping looked more miserable than when he first excitedly went to meet an online friend and found it was a catfish. After an entire night of torment, he walked back to the dorm holding the wall, looking even worse.

He won’t suddenly collapse, will he?

"No problem; it’s nothing. I’ve been through many battles, honed through trials. What’s this little setback?"

Zeng Kaiping pounded his chest loudly, as if to prove to his roommates that he was still vigorous.

Yet, after several consecutive nights of studying into the wee hours, both his mind and body were suffering. He was already frail.

Once he finished pounding his chest, he began to cough violently, nearly coughing out a lung.

Everyone was worried for him, thinking how he ran off to meet an online friend not long before finals and now his body couldn’t handle it.

Worry as they might, there was no avoiding it. They couldn’t exactly persuade Zeng Kaiping to skip the exams.

Thus, the energetic youth strode into the exam hall with a sense of heroic melancholy, like a soldier heading off to never return.

A few days later, all the major exams were done.

Everyone then noticed something astonishing.

As soon as he walked out of the exam hall, Zeng Kaiping, who looked on the verge of death, became lively and invigorated, with even his dark circles vanishing, as if he had instantly resurrected.

Back at the dorm, he didn’t even rest and was slicing away in Legend and chatting intensely with online friends.

Astonished at his resilience, like Xiaoqiang’s indomitable vitality, everyone couldn’t help but express their amazement.

They had seen people like this before; a number of classmates acted similarly before the college entrance exam. Looking like death before, yet regardless of their performance, transformed entirely into vibrant spirits once it was over.

In simple terms, shedding the huge pressure made them feel light and relaxed again.

With finals done, the summer vacation was soon approaching.

Before the break, it was the usual class meeting, with not much to be said. Every semester was like this.

Seeing Zeng Kaiping in the classroom left the 501 group baffled.

Given his pre-exam state, the girls thought it would take quite some time to recover, yet they underestimated him greatly.

"Wow, Ah Ping, you look great today! Even better than me. Your panda eyes are gone, and after just one night’s rest, your recovery is this good?"

Naitang rubbed her eyes, thinking she saw it wrong.

The 302 crew thought if she knew he hardly rested, returning to the dorm only to play games, surf online, flirt with girls, and watch movies until midnight, she’d be more shocked.

The Xiaoqiang physique isn’t just talk.

"Haha, you’re too kind, too kind. Mainly it was the exam pressure before, but after drinking a few cups of herbal tea post-exam, I’m naturally fine now."

Zeng Kaiping flaunted his flowing long hair confidently, letting the girls witness the charm of Hed’s Guo Fucheng.

This guy has endured battles with twenty tanks and come out the other end—can ordinary people compare to my steel-like will and Xiaoqiang-like vitality?