Chapter 965 - 963: "How Strange!

"I brought you such good news, why aren’t you happy? Isn’t this the result you’ve been quietly hoping for?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ciqing remained silent, merely watching the principal quietly.

During their conversation, the kitchen helpers had long since slipped away.

Listening too much can easily get you in trouble.

"Don’t be too excessive."

Zhou Ciqing didn’t know what the principal was up to, but it was definitely not something good.

"You’ll see in a while."

Seeing the principal turn away with a smile, Zhou Ciqing felt even more uneasy.

Something strange always hides a secret!

Zhou Ciqing was a smart person; the root of all problems stemmed from a new student this year—Mo Xiaoxue.

A little investigation, and Zhou Ciqing knew why Chengnan Primary School suddenly replaced the cafeteria owner.

Zhou Ciqing even spent a little money to find the former cafeteria owner.

"The cafeteria food is awful."

This remark kept Zhou Ciqing up at night.

The next day, a spiritless Zhou Ciqing personally went to inspect the food at Chengnan Primary School’s cafeteria.

After returning, Zhou Ciqing calculated that according to Chengnan Primary School’s standards, it’s definitely a loss.

What’s more, there has to be some kickback.

Sighing, Zhou Ciqing reported the situation truthfully to the person behind him.

"Ensure food safety while trying to make it tasty. As long as there’s enough grease, it’s fine.

Don’t mention my share anymore."

A week later, Zhou Ciqing finally understood why the principal was so happy that day.

A recommendation letter for the Second Middle School cafeteria was placed directly on the county education bureau director’s desk.

Having just enrolled, Candy was not yet familiar with many classmates.

Fortunately, a few classmates were also from Chengnan Primary School, so they naturally got closer.

Having suffered from being class president for six years, Xiang’Er was determined not to become class president again in this round of elections.

Not only was it exhausting and thankless, but classmates often disliked the president. No wonder Candy refused to be the president back then.

On the way to the dormitory for a nap after leaving the cafeteria, Candy suddenly asked, "Mo Hahan, did you find today’s cafeteria food much tastier? The aunt who served the dishes at the window also seemed unfamiliar."

Hearing this, Mo Hahan nodded in strong agreement.

"You’re right. Today’s cucumber stir-fry eggs don’t taste anything like yesterday’s."

"Hehe, seems like that letter really worked."

"What letter?" Mo Hahan asked, puzzled, looking at Candy.

"Can’t say, can’t say."

"So mysterious. But why are you living in the dorm like me when many classmates in our class are day students?"

With a slight smile, Candy tossed her hair and answered with a laugh, "To study better, of course."

Upon hearing this, Mo Hahan rolled her eyes.

She wouldn’t believe Candy’s nonsense.

Unlike others, Mo Hahan, Candy’s desk mate, knew that Candy had already self-studied all three years of middle school knowledge.

Together with Candy, she also self-studied up to the sophomore year in middle school.

This is why throughout primary school, her and Candy’s grades were consistently the top two in their grade.

Candy didn’t want to talk about it, so Mo Hahan naturally didn’t press her.

Mo Hahan never forgot her mother’s frequent reminders.

Time silently slipped through her fingers, and unknowingly, Candy had spent a month at the Second Middle School.

In that month, Candy also adapted to boarding school life.

Of course, the main reason was that her brother gave her plenty of pocket money.

Her sister-in-law often brought her snacks and fruits.

On National Day in October, carrying a backpack of homework home, Candy had already decided to strive for perfect scores in all subjects during the midterm exam.

That way, she wouldn’t have to do any homework.

Sweet satisfaction.

Combining National Day and the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was an eight-day holiday.

Yawning as she awoke late in the morning, Candy went downstairs to grab a bite, surprised to find her brother at home.

"Who do I see here? It’s my brother!"

Approaching her brother, Candy looked him up and down, touching her chin, and said:

"How rare!"

"Brother, why aren’t you at the base conducting controlled nuclear fusion experiments today?"

After changing the TV channel with the remote, Mo Jingchun glanced at his sister, saying irritably:

"Everyone’s on holiday; can’t I rest for a few days?"

"How about you do the experiment for me? So young, yet you know such professional terms as controlled nuclear fusion experiments."

Feeling a bit hungry, Candy grabbed a banana from the fruit plate and ate a couple of bites.

Then she cheekily said, "I’ve already learned high school knowledge; isn’t it normal to know about controlled nuclear fusion experiments?

But, brother, can your experiment really succeed? The book says achieving stable controlled nuclear fusion under current conditions and technology is difficult."

"Books are for learning, not for blindly believing. Besides, the knowledge in your books hasn’t been updated for ages."

Hearing this, Candy nodded and said, "Brother, before, I didn’t understand. But now that I’ve learned all of high school knowledge, I realize you’re really amazing.

Especially the battle armor that’s been in your private lab for years. That thing looks like it’s straight out of a sci-fi movie."

Battle armor... such things can’t be produced with Candy Technology’s current technical reserves.

Seeing her brother not say anything, Candy raised her eyebrows and asked:

"Brother, you haven’t forgotten your promise that if I come first in middle school exams, I won’t have to do homework, right?"

"Brother, if you forgot, I might just skip ahead to college to avoid homework. Even if I don’t join the youth class, I’m not afraid to take early college exams."

Mo Jingchun glanced at his confident sister, calmly saying:

"You should claim first place first before talking.

Until then, you still need to do your homework obediently."

"Alright then." Candy deflated like a balloon, feeling dejected.

"Where’s sister-in-law?"

"Upstairs, busy with something. If you’re hungry, make noodles yourself. I just don’t get it—you’ve learned cooking for years, yet you can only make noodles."

Candy nonchalantly waved her hand, saying, "As long as I’m not starving, it’s fine."

"It’s not that I can’t cook; I hate the oil smoke."

Watching Candy walk into the kitchen, Mo Jingchun shook his head helplessly.

Just as Candy stated, Mo Jingchun didn’t believe she couldn’t cook.

Meanwhile, a hundred kilometers away at the Anyang Base, a brand-new spacecraft launched from the runway, shooting into the sky.

Eleven assembly lines operated at full capacity, with the spacecraft production efficiency astonishingly delivering one spacecraft per week.

Witnessing the spacecraft’s smooth takeoff, the airport staff were no longer surprised.