Study Monster Cultivation System-Chapter 353 - 352 Men’s Ideal

Choosing university courses is merely a six-word affair—

quick hands get, slow hands miss.

Typically, the courses with room for selection are the non-core classes like sports and electives; not getting these won’t cause much harm.

But for Yingpei, their core curriculum only has five types of general courses within the department, and nearly half of their other courses must be chosen by the students themselves, and all are counted as official credits.

For instance, if you took some physics courses, and later switched to the School of Physics, you wouldn’t need to take those courses again.

Conversely, if you had studied biology courses beforehand, that would essentially have been in vain.

Of course, that’s just considering things from a graduation and credit perspective; if you have a physicist who understands biology well, God knows what they could achieve.

In front of the desk, Li Zheng logged into Little Yang’s account in the student system using the default password of eight zeros.

Little Yang just sat beside him, dumbfounded by the speed at which Li Zheng was typing.

"Let’s change the password first," Li Zheng clicked on reset password and pushed the laptop towards Little Yang.

"Bro, can I use my birthday?" Little Yang asked, leaning forward.

"Birthdays are too easy to crack."

"Then... pi’s 51st to 58th digits?"

"Forget it, suit yourself..."

"Bro, you type it for me, you’re faster." Little Yang shyly pushed the laptop back, "58209749."

Hey, no one would be bored enough to hack his account anyway...

After resetting the password, Li Zheng opened the existing course schedule and pointed at the screen, explaining, "White cells are open for course selection, gray ones are just for electives. Can you manage that on your own from here?"

"Help me out, bro, I’ll watch and learn..." Little Yang asked with a silly smile, "Does selecting more courses cost more money?"

"It doesn’t."

Little Yang’s eyes suddenly lit up with excitement: "Then... should I select as many as possible?"

"You need to be responsible for the courses you choose, and if you fail, you’ll have to retake them."

"You pick, bro, I’ll tough it out and learn. I’m sure to pass."

"Alright..." Li Zheng then asked, "Do you have any preference for majors?"

"Computer science." Little Yang nodded vigorously, "I want to be a programmer."

"But you’ve never touched a computer..."

"Computers offer good job opportunities; that’s what everyone says." Little Yang started explaining earnestly to Li Zheng, "It seems programmers don’t need to talk much, just work efficiently, do the work, get the pay. My dad says honest people can’t do other kinds of work, it has to be this kind."

This... actually makes quite a bit of sense.

But...

"Then why didn’t you just go straight to the School of Computer Science? Your score was high enough, wasn’t it?" Li Zheng asked.

"It was." Little Yang grinned sheepishly and scratched his head, "But the admission officer told me choosing Yingpei could also lead to the School of Computer Science, with diligence I could graduate in four years, and learn a lot more… Speaking of which, why not learn more when you have the chance?"

This... is really damn reasonable.

Even Li Zheng himself felt like he had an epiphany.

No wonder I was so interested in Yingpei from the start; it was because of this!

Little Yang really hit the nail on the head.

Without another thought, Li Zheng stared wide-eyed and grabbed Little Yang’s arm: "Little Yang, I like your style. You’re with me from now on."

At this, tears welled up in Little Yang’s eyes.

"Brother! Me too, I feel like we’ve known each other for ages." Little Yang also grabbed Li Zheng’s arm, locking arms in a brotherly embrace, "When you were talking to Brother Tu on the balcony, I couldn’t help wanting to come over—’Studying fulfills me,’ you were so right, bro! Back where I come from, without studying, there’s nothing but soil, only soil."

"Good!" Li Zheng immediately rolled up his sleeves, "I do know a bit about computers. I’ll select the main courses for you and add calculus as a side dish to ensure your success."

"Thanks, bro!"

A moment later, Li Zheng had almost filled up Little Yang’s timetable.

"How about that?" Li Zheng asked.

"Maybe add something else in the empty spots?" Little Yang suggested.

"Then add some courses that interest you," Li Zheng nodded, "We can’t add more hardcore major courses; you’re just starting this semester. Set a minor goal to master C++, and for the rest of the time, I recommend some relaxing courses in literature, history, and philosophy to broaden your horizons and relax your mind."

"By the way, are there any courses on the environment, like on conservation?"

"Bro, that’s not really a direction that leads to jobs…"

"Hehe, it’s not for a job." Little Yang chuckled again, "Back home it’s so barren; nothing grows, not even trees or grass, but the elders say it used to thrive. I just want to understand what’s going on. Maybe if someday... if I become a big boss, I’ll go back and transform my hometown so everyone has land to cultivate and everyone can study with full bellies, wouldn’t that be beautiful?"

Li Zheng, who had seen various people, including those boasting angel investors of Series A and B,

had never seen such a down-to-earth boast, such a pure desire.

Little Yang.

I’ve definitely got your back.

I won’t say more.

I absolutely will not let the claws of the leader near you!

But this topic probably goes beyond just environmental studies.

He might need to start from environmental studies, geography, meteorology, and ecology.

Thus, Little Yang’s timetable was filled.

Computer science + ecology, the easiest + the hardest fields to find jobs in.

This unrelated polarity, like a tussle between reality and dreams, hopefully, Little Yang in the middle can hang on.

After selecting the courses, as they were just leaving for lunch, they were suddenly stopped by a bespectacled man with a parted hairstyle.

"Just worrying about not finding you guys from room 305." The parted-man hastened over, "Who’s the dorm leader among you?"

This person wasn’t very tall and wasn’t particularly impressive in appearance, but he looked very earnest, seemingly important, almost like an extremely low-budget, hair-transplanted version of Jiang Qinghua.

From the tone and direction he was addressing, it seemed he was asking Yang Jun.

However, Jun Bao’er, trembling, didn’t dare to speak.

"I guess they haven’t chosen yet." Li Zheng turned around to greet him. "This gentleman looks like the class monitor, right?"

When this man saw Li Zheng, he paused for a moment. After the pause, his demeanor became somewhat softer.

"Acting class monitor, the official one hasn’t been chosen yet," the man with the parted hair said with a smile, extending his right hand. "How should I address you?"

"Li Zheng."

"Wu Yue." The man with the parted hair patted Li Zheng lightly. "Then why don’t you act as the dormitory head for now? At two in the afternoon, Building Four, Room 201, the orientation meeting, let those two know as well."

"Alright." As Li Zheng responded, he scanned with narrowed eyes.

[Wu Yue]

[Academic Power: 319]

Just average, I guess, for an undergraduate here.

However, the natural confidence that Wu Yue exhibited must be top-notch, and this led them to start chatting amiably.

"Also, during the meeting, we’ll decide on some student officials, like dorm managers and floor leaders. If you’re interested, you better prepare your resume and speech," Wu Yue continued with a smile, then looked towards Yang Jun. "That goes for you too, Yang Jun, start preparing."

Yang Jun panicked and kept shaking his head.

"The dorm manager gets a salary," Wu Yue continued, gesturing, "The Scholar’s Hall is entirely managed by students from our school, there is funding and salaries. The dorm manager’s work is pretty simple, just taking duty by the door. You should try."

Yang Jun, upon hearing about the salary, suddenly seemed a bit braver and mustered the courage to ask, "Is the salary… paid daily, Brother Wu?"

"Haha, for daily payments, you’ve got to look in Building Six," Wu Yue said before nodding to Li Zheng and then went on to knock on another dorm room door.

Li Zheng didn’t say anything more and led Jun Bao’er downstairs.

However, Jun Bao’er’s mind was no longer at ease.

"Brother, what kind of daily paid job is there in Building Six? I heard we could apply for work-study to manage the computer rooms, is it that kind of job?"

Li Zheng shook his head. "Building Six is under construction."

"Then why did the monitor say there was a job?"

"There is, construction worker, interior renovation."

"I’ve never done that before, brother," Yang Jun also shook his head, "Ah… that’s too bad."

Li Zheng sighed and patted Jun Bao’er’s shoulder, "He was joking with you, little brother."

"Ah? Wasn’t it about introducing part-time jobs?"

"You need to catch up on quite a few life lessons," Li Zheng said with a helpless smile, "No worries, we’ll take it slow."

"Hmm..." Yang Jun pondered as they walked down the stairs, "I still can’t see the joke, brother..."

"Then don’t think about it, consider it again in half a year."

As they were talking, the two had already reached the first-floor hall. Li Zheng casually scanned the area and saw a disturbingly high Academic Power figure of 1328.

Such a glaring number.

He had been observing too much and forgot to turn off the Scholar’s Eye.

Li Zheng, with a very stylish gesture, covered his right eye, only then seeing the person itself.

It was a familiar, and defiant, figure.

"Senior Sister Chang?" Li Zheng ran over, waving his hand.

Hearing this slightly thrilling voice, Chang Keqing instantly jolted, "!"

Then, slowly turned her head, and with a wooden face, nodded briefly.

Ah, a senior sister with Academic Power can afford to be proud; however proud she acts, it doesn’t upset anyone.

Taking advantage of Yang Jun’s reluctance to get too close to the goddess, still standing in place, Li Zheng approached and whispered, "The guy behind me is a poor student from our dorm. I’m asking on his behalf if there’s any non-disruptive work-study projects."

Chang Keqing listened and nodded without any change in expression or demeanor.

But the reality was.

Ahhhhhhhhh.

The junior’s breath is all over my ear!

Too close… his breath is coming through…

This must be flirting, right? Definitely flirting, right?

With her heart rate exceeding a hundred, Chang Keqing replied in a voice shaking so much it was inaudible, "There are positions in the computer room and library. The computer room is easier. After the meeting this afternoon, I’ll ask someone from our dorm who has done it to explain to him."

"Thank you, Senior Sister Chang." Li Zheng bowed right away, "I was worried you might not want to bother with me, I was overthinking."

How could I not?

Do you know how long I waited for you to have lunch here????

As if using Mind Reading Technique, Li Zheng followed up, "Have you eaten yet, senior sister?"

"Not yet," Chang Keqing replied, barely containing her elation.

"Then…" Li Zheng gestured towards the outside, inviting her to join him.

Gesture...

What does that gesture mean??

Chang Keqing was stunned.

Seeing her not moving, Li Zheng assumed she might have arranged to meet someone else and was waiting, so it would be inappropriate to decline.

"No worries, maybe next time," Li Zheng then took his leave, waving as he went, "Come on, Jun’er."

Yang Jun hurried to catch up, and although he really wanted to keep observing Chang Keqing closely, he eventually just walked briskly, not daring to even glance her way.

Li Zheng also sighed.

In high school, his emotional intelligence was only slightly above average, but it seemed that upon entering university, it had become top-notch.

Looking around, he might just be the most normal person here.

3 minutes later.

"Ah." Keqing Chang just realized.

Had the junior left???

When?

Just as she was annoyed with herself, another male voice came from behind.

"Senior Sister?" Wu Yue jogged over, "Have you eaten? Join me? We could discuss this afternoon’s agenda..."

Instantly.

Keqing Chang sealed her heart and put on a frosty face.

"I’ve eaten."

"..." Wu Yue shivered, apparently feeling the chill, "Then... next time..."

Keqing Chang stood still, silently engaging in self-reflection.

From a sociological model viewpoint, she just needed to be more accommodating, and it would have been fine.

But why, after receiving so many juniors, did she only want to be compatible with Li Zheng...

After all...

Maybe...

Just simply craving for the handsome ones?

Hmm hmm hmm...

Keqing Chang covered her face and climbed up the stairs.

Not only socially inept...

But also quite indecent.

I can’t take it anymore… can’t take it anymore...

...

Throughout lunch, Li Zheng was imparting knowledge of modern society to Yang Jun.

He had just found out that Yang Jun had moved in four days ago, had barely spoken more than four sentences, and, full of questions, was too scared to go to the tutor.

There was indeed a pitiful yet adorable feel to it.

After cleaning up their meal, Li Zheng wrapped his arm around Yang Jun, sweeping his hand over the entire cafeteria.

"See these people?"

"Yeah."

"In a few months, you’ll blend in just like them, and these four years will be the leap years of your life, growing rapidly every day like a baby."

"Yeah!"

"Any issues, whether personal or academic, feel free to ask me. You’ll face many troubles and decisions in the future, but there’s one thing you shouldn’t doubt—"

"This world is yours, you deserve it."

"Brother!!" Yang Jun gritted his teeth and nodded, "It belongs to both of us, and I’ll follow you to carve a path of blood!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers! To us!"

"Jun ah... it’s ’cheers,’ pronounced with a light tone, don’t use the heavy tone."

"I meant that pronunciation, my Mandarin isn’t good."

"I know, but the pronunciation is important, please remember it."

"Cheers, Brother!"

"..."

When he returned to the dorm, Tu Yikou had already moved the sofa to the balcony, half-naked, lying on his side, intensely staring at the girls’ dormitory across them.

From another room, there came continuous grunts of a tough guy; Li Zheng had no interest in checking.

Li Zheng sighed.

This place was too tough.

Being the dorm leader was out of the question for him.

He first went to the balcony to issue a notice.

"We have a welcoming session at 2 PM followed by a class meeting."

"Li Zheng." Tu Yikou, without moving his gaze from across, said, "If I keep up this pose for a day, do you think a girl will respond by lying down like this?"

"Half naked?"

"That doesn’t matter, but of course, it’s better if it happens." Tu Yikou’s gaze continuously roaming among the clotheslines on the balconies. "Bra, obviously restrictive."

"Brother Tu, it’s just the beginning of the semester, we have a lot to do. Let’s discuss this later. 2 PM, Building Four, room 201, did you hear that?"

Tu Yikou, as if from muscle memory, immediately responded: "Mark my attendance for me."

"Brother Tu, are you planning not to graduate this time either?"

"It’s just a class meeting."

"I think such an environment at the class meeting would be more conducive for you to communicate your thoughts and art closely."

"Ha!" laughed Tu Yikou, "Nice try, but I’m still not going."

"Alright then..." Li Zheng gave up and said while rubbing his head, "Besides, you’re the oldest, how about you be the dorm leader?"

"Woah!" Tu Yikou immediately perked up, "This is my first time wielding such power."

"But the dorm leader must attend the welcoming session."

"Uh-oh…" Tu Yikou painfully pressed his forehead and raised his hand, "Wait, let me weigh the powers and responsibilities..."

"You have 20 minutes."

Li Zheng finished speaking and walked into the next room.

Mo Nian’s behavior became somewhat easier to understand.

He was doing one-arm, one-finger push-ups while watching a strange black and white old movie.

The previous sounds of a tough guy grunting "um um um" were his strenuous moaning sounds.

Just watching, Li Zheng felt pain in his fingers.

"Brother Mo, aren’t you taking a break..."

"Hmm! The essence of Ukulahlwa is... Hmm! Transforming desire into entropy and pouring it out... Hmm! It’s akin to the transformation of energy and mass in the mass-energy equation... Hmm!"

"Then you slowly transform, there’s an orientation meeting at two."

"Hmm! Call me when it’s time... Hmm! Let’s go together... Hmm!"

"Okay." Li Zheng shook his head and returned to the balcony.

He found that he could still accept Mo Nian a bit more.

He indeed had many bizarre behaviors, but they only affected him and didn’t have the strong infectious power and irrational tendencies like Tu Yikou; overall, he was still a good citizen.

The leader finally made his decision.

Power seemed to have corrupted him.

For the sake of the dorm leader position, he was willing to stoop to attending the orientation meeting.

At 1:40, freshmen from the entire floor started to trickle out.

You could tell the other dormmates were all quite normal.

Their Academic Power ranged from 200—400, their faces filled with the freshness of new students, eyes gleaming with intelligence.

Only room 305 was weird!!

Especially when Tu Yikou and Mo Nian walked together.

One, a muscle-vest man, the other seemed like a riot force that had infiltrated the student group.

Luckily, their voices were very low and not many people noticed them.

The leader, hands in pockets, boldly surveyed his surroundings: "Old Mo, tell me the truth, do you have any girls you fancy?"

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"My eyes behold no maidens." Mo Nian nonchalantly pointed to his own eyes, "Excessive desire, it affects the Ukulahlwa."

"Stop talking nonsense, it’s a biological thing." Tu Yikou immediately pinched Mo Nian’s chest, and then froze, "Holy crap… it’s so hard…"

Mo Nian proudly marched forward: "It’s because you’re too soft."

"You really got that going for you, even though you’re not that good-looking, but still good enough," Tu Yikou nudged Mo Nian with his shoulder, "How many girlfriends did you have?"

"I don’t want to say."

"I’ll go first then, just one for me," Tu Yikou pouted and clutching his chest, "She broke me, man, women, they’re not freedom."

"You’re right."

"So how many have you dated exactly?"

"I don’t want to say."

"Boring…" Tu Yikou turned around and exchanged a look with Yang Jun following behind.

The trembling Yang Jun seemed to be asking: Bro, what’s a woman?

Tu Yikou then looked towards Li Zheng.

"Some." Li Zheng nodded silently, "At the School of Physics."

"Figured as much, boring." Tu Yikou blandly turned back, speeding up to catch up with Mo Nian, "How old were you the first time?"

"I don’t want to say."

"Sigh… let’s continue talking about what we were discussing at mealtime, where were we?"

"About changing majors in the future."

"Right, right, what did you want to switch to?"

"Biology."

"Why choose such a tough path?"

"Want to understand myself more deeply. How about you? What do you want to switch to?"

"Not sure yet, probably something in engineering…"

"Why choose such a tough path?"

"Want to build a Gundam."

"Hmm… that’s a respectable dream."

"You too."

Behind them.

Yang Jun tugged Li Zheng’s sleeve: "Bro… what’s a Gundam?"

"A man’s ultimate dream."

"Ultimate dream… could it be that a Gundam is… a particularly fertile woman?"

"Stop! Don’t let the girls hear... your thought is wrong, and quite offensive."

"Sorry, bro… mainly because my mom was my dad’s dream…"

"Then… your mom… how many?"

"7."

"…Little Jun, what you’re talking about is the Calabash Brothers, not Gundam."

"I know the Calabash Brothers, but we aren’t seven brothers; I have one sister and two little sisters… By the way, bro, are you missing a wife?"

"Keep it down!!"