Rong Xingyu shivered and came back to his senses. He blinked his eyes and quietly made a small request: "…Can I borrow Third Brother's high school notes?"
In the original story, Rong Xinyu's third brother was a legendary genius and he's a prodigy in research with an extraordinary mind. He had skipped grades and won awards since childhood.
Although he's just turned 22, he had already become the youngest academic in the history of the national research institute and he always requiring military escort whenever he went out.
Rong Xingyu had been in awe of him ever since he first read the original story.
The notes of such a genius in high school had to be incredibly helpful for studying.
In his previous life, Rong Xingyu had been too poor to even finish high school and had dropped out early. Now, having such a chance, he was determined to seize it tightly.
Rong Xingyu clenching his fists while looking at Rong Zhenqiao with eyes full of hope mixed with a little admiration.
The look made Rong Zhenqiao's gaze darken slightly.
Rong Xingyu's appearance was actually different from the Rong family. The Rong brothers all had sharp and striking features that looked aggressive, while Rong Xingyu looks more delicate.
When he smiled, his eyes would be curved slightly which making him look harmless, obedient and cute.
For a moment, Rong Zhenqiao was distracted. He realized it had been a long time since he had seen Rong Xingyu look so well-behaved.
Somewhere along the way, the gentle, clingy younger brother from his memories had grown spines all over his body, ready to hurt anyone who came near.
Rong Xingyu had been gone for a while now.
Rong Zhenqiao pinched the bridge of his nose and snorted in his mind. He had once had hope for this brother but what happened afterward?
So now, what trick was Rong Xingyu trying to play?
...
Rong Xingyu refused the driver's help and struggled to carry a slightly large cardboard box in front of the small detached villa that the Rong family had given him.
The box was full of the genius notes.
Contrary to what Rong Zhenqiao expected after he get a second chance at life his mind was now fully focused on studying.
Even though he was in a new body, his biological clock seemed to have come with him.
At the first light of dawn, he woke up automatically. Rong Xingyu, who had never been one to linger in bed, unusually dawdled for a few minutes.
It was the first time he had slept on such a soft bed, instead of the hard bedboard he had been used to.
Yesterday, he had been exhausted. After taking a shower, Rong Xingyu had collapsed onto the bed without even having a chance to properly look at the body that had been given to him a second life.
Rong Xingyu's eyes widened and he almost stepped wrong and fell in front of the mirror.
This face looked about seventy to eighty percent like his old one. But in his previous life, his skin had been weathered by sun and wind, while this young master's skin had been pampered, so it looked as if it had been airbrushed.