CHAPTER 68: CHAPTER 68 NOTES

She propped her chin, casually tapping her temple, and said, "Those people’s drinks taste terrible."

She really doesn’t like drinking, but sometimes, she can only sleep with the help of alcohol.

Three years ago, when He Songzhi had an accident, she was only fifteen, and she still had Rong Fengmian to take care of. She wasn’t a robot, she’d naturally have a temper and emotions. When things got too repressed, she took her friends’ advice to drink away her troubles.

At first, she didn’t drink much, but later, she couldn’t sleep, so she spent every night in the bar drinking until she was drunk, which eventually made her tolerance for alcohol better and better.

Then she started to dislike the bartenders’ drinks for tasting bad, so she simply did it herself.

Joining the Bartender Association was a complete accident; she just wanted to learn how to make drinks, who knew those people couldn’t hold their own, letting her get a good result in vain.

Rong Zhi closed her eyes, her brows carried a hint of tiredness.

She still remembers spending too much time in the bar, waking up the next day to find her voice completely gone, and being forced by Fu Liang to take medicine.

She let out an almost imperceptible sigh, thankful she could still speak, all thanks to the old man in her family.

The traffic light turned green, and Bai Su started the car.

Hearing steady breathing beside him, he rolled up all the car windows and slowed down the speed.

Returning to Huqing District, he didn’t encounter any more red lights.

...

The next day, Rong Zhi drove to the nearest market to buy a black-bone chicken, put it in a pot to stew, and then drove to Lan’er Sanatorium.

Tao Ruisi was discussing with Kailin about when to release a new song.

Seeing Rong Zhi come in, she quickly waved her over, "Zhi Zhi darling, come take a look, I always feel like the cello melody here is off..."

Rong Zhi took the notebook and looked at it carefully.

She wasn’t very knowledgeable about music and didn’t want to get into the music industry; learning the cello was something she reluctantly agreed to do for Tao Ruisi.

After reviewing the new song, she made suggestions to Tao Ruisi based on her own ideas.

Tao Ruisi nodded repeatedly as she listened, suddenly enlightened, "Oh, I see, change this part to this way... Wow, it flows much better. By the way, Zhi Zhi darling, what do you think about having Luoluo play this part?"

"Shen Luoluo?" Rong Zhi said lightly, "You can decide, but to play this part well, she’ll have to practice more."

Even though Shen Luoluo was her friend, she gave her opinion objectively, knowing full well Tao Ruisi’s new song would definitely make waves in the music world upon its release.

She had to be responsible to both sides and couldn’t let personal feelings interfere.

Tao Ruisi nodded, "Yes, more practice is needed. I’ll talk to her after her evaluation next Monday."

Meanwhile, completely unaware she was chosen as Tao Ruisi’s new song player, Shen Luoluo was at the Mingdian Club, reviewing.

Her girlfriends sang loudly around her, while she clutched the books looking confused.

"I can’t study anymore, really, my brother might as well cut off my card, studying is going to be the death of me. What’s the use of having money if I’m dead?" Shen Luoluo said, looking like she’d given up on life.

"Come on, whose fault is it that you followed Rong Bailian around mindlessly with no thought for studying, no wonder you can’t learn anything now."

A rather rogue-sounding male voice covered the music in the room.

A tall, sharp-featured young man walked in carrying a bag, tossed it onto the table, eyebrows raised, "Why did you ask me for Brother Rong’s notebook?"

Shen Luoluo rummaged through Ying Hengyu’s bag, fishing out the notebook she wanted, saying, "For studying."

"Tsk, you might as well ask me more, what’s the use of looking at Brother Rong’s notebook?" Ying Hengyu sat down, pulling out some test papers handed out on Friday.

Shen Luoluo rolled her eyes, "I’d rather look at Brother Rong’s, at least the handwriting is nicer than your chicken scratch."

Ying Hengyu: "..."

He couldn’t argue with that.

Shen Luoluo opened Rong Zhi’s notebook, immediately drawn in by the beautiful handwriting that rivaled that of a great calligrapher, and began to look through it attentively.

Her academic performance was indeed poor, but she had a basic foundation, so it wasn’t too difficult to understand.

Rong Zhi’s notebook was very detailed, a thick notebook mainly recording mathematical knowledge from the first to third year of high school, more detailed than what the teachers provided.

It’s hard to imagine she had such a carefree personality yet was diligent when it came to note-taking.

Time ticked by, and when Shen Luoluo snapped back to reality, she blinked in confusion, feeling immersed in the knowledge, unable to extricate herself.

She shivered all over, shocked by her own thoughts.

"Did you really go stupid from reading?" Ying Hengyu sneered beside her.

"No, I just feel like studying might not be so hard," Shen Luoluo said.

Ying Hengyu: "It’s great you think that way, you really have gone silly."

Shen Luoluo couldn’t be bothered with his sarcasm and pulled out a test paper to work on.

Then, she coincidentally saw a question type on the test paper that Rong Zhi’s notebook had recorded. She thought for a moment, and the detailed solution appeared in her mind, allowing her to solve it quickly and find the answer in no time.

Shen Luoluo was stunned for a moment, then immediately went online to check the correct answer.

A minute later, she compared the online answer with her own and exclaimed, "Oh my god, I actually got it right!"

Ying Hengyu was annoyed by her outburst, "What on earth do you want? If you keep yelling, go home."

"Look at this," Shen Luoluo shoved Rong Zhi’s notebook and the test paper in his face.

Ying Hengyu pulled down the notebook and paper, meeting Shen Luoluo’s shocked gaze, frowning as he looked it over.

When he first received Rong Zhi’s notebook, he never thought she’d seriously take notes, considering her grades were worse than his. Whatever she wrote was better than chicken scratch, so he never opened it.

Now looking closely, he found the notebook’s excellence.

It truly analyzed and explained each question’s knowledge points, then solved them using simpler methods, with precise and skillful calculations.

Some problems that had troubled Ying Hengyu for a long time were easily solved in the notebook.

He almost thought he was holding Old Li’s notebook.

"You’re smarter than me, you must see the difference," Shen Luoluo said, "Brother Rong is likely more impressive than we imagined."

She thought she’d found someone to be at the bottom with her, but it turned out the other person was a hidden expert.

Yet with such a handsome, talented guy, Shen Luoluo found herself liking Rong Zhi more and more, what to do.

Ying Hengyu clutched the notebook to himself, clearing his throat, "Alright, that’s enough reviewing together for today; I’m heading off first."

With this, he knew he’d be able to score higher in math and science on the next monthly exam.

Shen Luoluo: "???

Dog! You just want to keep all the resources to yourself!

"Ying Hengyu! You can leave, but leave the notebook behind!"

"Get lost, this notebook was given to me by Brother Rong; why should I give it to you."

...

The First People’s Hospital.

In the hospital room.

Rong Zhi opened the pot of black-bone chicken soup she had stewed for a long time, serving a bowl for He Songzhi.

"Be careful, it’s hot."

He Songzhi glanced at the stew pot, knowing that Rong Zhi had put a lot of thought into making this soup.

"You’re tired from school, you don’t need to worry about these things, I can eat anything just fine."

She couldn’t imagine how Zhi Zhi had gone through these three years while she was in a coma. Three years ago, Zhi Zhi didn’t even know how to stew soup.