“Loneliness is one person's revelry.”

Li Ang's eyes were unfocused as he leaned back in his chair, gazing at the wine glass he held with three fingers. He said faintly, "The more niche your taste, the more nonconformist your appreciation of things, emotions, and art becomes. The deeper your understanding of yourself, the fewer people you'll resonate with, and the further you'll naturally drift from the crowd."

"Why are you saying this? What do you do? What's the purpose of all this? Who put you up to it? What's your motive? If you can't answer, I'm sorry, but I can only give you a failing grade."

Sitting next to him, Wang Congshan launched a surprise attack, snatching the headphones off Li Ang's head and putting them on herself.

She heard Bach's "Air on the G String" playing through the headphones, and raised an eyebrow at the familiar music app on the phone screen. "Starting the net-depressed mode in broad daylight, huh?"

"You wouldn't understand."

Li Ang shook his head, swirling the wine glass with three fingers. The cola bubbles inside surged upwards, some clinging to the glass, appearing and disappearing. "Every confused teenager, confident yet insecure, dreams of becoming a writer.

"Whenever I hear a song, I can't help but imagine the feelings of those who have also heard it – sadness, joy, numbness, bitterness, or perhaps peace.

"I want to use a pen to encapsulate their lives, to write about their joys and sorrows.

"I call it, an innate literary temperament."

"Is that why you used compositions like 'My District Chief Father,' 'My Listed Company Chairman Uncle,' and 'My Newspaper Editor Aunt' to swindle manuscript fees from the city's primary and secondary school composition publications when you were a kid?"

Wang Congshan snorted coldly, mercilessly exposing Li Ang's past.

That's the downside of being childhood sweethearts – you know each other too well. Actually, Li Ang didn't want to do that either, but the manuscript fees from Yin City's primary and secondary school composition publications were quite substantial.

If he didn't earn some money to eat well, how could he ensure proper nutrition and fitness training?

"A cultured person doesn't use the word 'swindle'."

Li Ang shrugged helplessly. "At least what I wrote was fluent, adorned with flowery language, well-structured, and the writing and theme were all top-notch.

"It was almost selected for the reading comprehension section of Yin City's junior and senior high school Chinese exams. It was only right that it was published in the newspaper.

"Not publishing it would have been like hiding a pearl in the dark, burying talent.

"Besides, how come I remember you enjoying the yellow croaker noodles, crab roe soup dumplings, and clear soup fried buns that I treated you to with my manuscript fees?"

"I only had them once, okay? And I paid for the milk tea and taxi fare when we went shopping. That's AA, okay?"

Wang Congshan rolled her eyes, unintentionally catching sight of the test paper spread out on Li Ang's desk. Her eyes twitched.

Just now, the results of the last multi-school mock exam before the final exams were released.

This guy Li Ang had once again achieved a near-perfect score, surpassing a genius from another high school by one point, ranking first in the city, and bringing a lot of honor to the head teacher and the grade director.

When the blackboard newspaper featuring outstanding students in the grade was made for the end of the semester, his photo would once again be hung on the blackboard at the school entrance (by the way, Li Ang's personal motto for outstanding students is "As long as we don't stop, the road ahead will extend").

Hmm... based on Wang Congshan's understanding of Li Ang, it must be because he had been sleeping, arriving late, and leaving early from class too often recently, so he felt a little guilty, and wanted to get a better score this time to earn some "privileges."

"If you say so, then it is so. No arguing."

Li Ang raised both hands in a gesture of surrender, then suddenly snatched the test paper from Wang Congshan's desk, using one hand to block Wang Congshan's "scratching attack,"

He glanced at the scores on the test paper, shook his head and sighed, "Is that it?

"Girl, your grades aren't very good. Senior year of high school is just around the corner, and the 365-day countdown rally is beckoning you.

"Would you like to consider hiring me as a tutor?"

"Get lost, I can't afford you."

Wang Congshan snatched back the test paper, her face full of anger. "How annoying."

She stuffed the test paper back into the drawer, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and muttered, "Mock exams... can mock exam scores even be counted?

"Damn it, if it wasn't for my recent lack of sleep..."

Li Ang grinned.

The reason Wang Congshan said she couldn't afford him was that his tutoring fees had recently increased again – because of curriculum reforms, Yin City's primary and secondary school students now also had to carry out all-round adaptive education.

Simply put, primary and secondary school students now also had to learn simple disaster prevention, mitigation, and self-rescue knowledge, as well as first aid common sense, to know what to do when a disaster occurs.

In addition, schools also encouraged students to learn programming, mechanical invention and manufacturing, and even equestrianism and driving experience.

These courses were all included in the scope of the exam and were properly calculated into the score.

Originally, from the parents' point of view, this kind of quality education undoubtedly increased the burden on parents and widened the class gap (how could ordinary families have the energy and financial resources to enroll their children in equestrian classes),

However, this educational innovation was formal and serious in attitude, and the subsidies were extremely large.

Schools were supervised and directed by the Special Affairs Bureau, and could fully provide a good quality education environment, without parents having to worry too much.

Only a very small number of parents with ample financial resources would be inexplicably anxious, and offer Li Ang higher wages, asking him to tutor their children in programming as well...

Now, the information barrier between ordinary people and supernaturals was getting higher and higher.

Supernaturals knew that the root cause of the undercurrents in the real world was that the Wan Jia Xiong Meng game was not optimistic, or rather, very severe.

Ordinary people could only obtain fragmented information from information channels, vaguely feeling that something was increasingly wrong, and that people were restless, but they didn't know why.

"Speaking of which, if I ignite the divine fire and become a formal god, would I be able to distribute divine power to ordinary people and open a [Lord of Flesh and Swamps Divine Art Training Class]?

"If you sign up for the cram school, study hard, you can comprehend divine arts and become a supernatural.

"That kind of cram school would definitely be a hit."

Li Ang looked at the scenery outside the window, and absentmindedly fantasized, "Hmm... it seems like I don't have to wait until I become a god to open a class,

"What Ripple Breathing Technique, Alchemy, Mental Abilities,

"With my current level, it's more than enough to teach ordinary people some elementary power systems.

"Uh, now that I think about it, the Special Affairs Bureau doesn't seem to have promoted the popularization of supernatural power very much,

"Is it because there is no suitable power system (it must meet the conditions of low threshold, great potential, easy to spread, no side effects, gentle and controllable, etc.),

"Or are they worried that the rapid proliferation of supernatural power in a short period of time will affect social order?

"The latter possibility should be greater at present.

"But when the doors open, can they still hold steady..."

Li Ang fiddled with the eraser, gazing out the window in a daze, not paying attention to the ringing of the class bell, or the head teacher, Shi Qingsong, walking into the classroom with a serious expression.