When I Saw The Returns, I Invested In My Future Wife First

"Let's discuss this matter again. Xie Yan, don't be in a hurry to drop out of school. Uncle, put down the stool first…" Luo Feng said while sweating.

The few of them gathered together to discuss solutions. Yang Bo and the others also participated and brainstormed, discussing all the solutions they could think of. Ai Tingya, who was standing at the side, was silent. She bit her lip and looked at Luo Feng, who was thinking of a solution.

She was very unwilling!

This was all because she was too weak! Her efforts were not enough to help Luo Feng! Luo Feng would not be in such a difficult position if she could be a little more capable!

Ai Tingya lowered her eyes and swore in her heart.

Everyone discussed on an empty stomach for the entire afternoon. Their lips were about to tear. In the end, they realized that only Luo Feng said that the exception was the most practical and safest. What they were facing now were many obstacles on the way to apply for success.

"I'll hand over the application form first no matter what. Go eat first. I'll be there later."

After saying that, Luo Feng ran out.

There was no chaos for the time being, and Father Xie was not prepared to do anything to Xie Yan. However, he was frustrated and did not want to eat anything. Xie Yan could only send his father back first. The father and son bade farewell and left. The others did not have much of an appetite, so they casually bought something in the canteen.

Luo Feng stayed for a long time. He only returned when the canteen was cleaning up.

"Have you submitted the application form?" Yang Bo asked with concern.

"Yes." Luo Feng nodded and ate the cold rice on his plate.

…

In the Director's office of the School of Finance.

President Qi held an application form and looked at the boy on the other side of the desk in surprise. He could not help but rub his glabella.

"Luo Feng, right? Are these the courses you want to apply to be exempted?" Dean Qi looked at the densely packed names of the course on the form and was so angry that he wanted to laugh.

"Yes." Luo Feng was very serious.

Dean Qi picked up a thick stack of information that looked like a book on the table. It was all information about the application for exemption prepared by Luo Feng. The Dean's temples hurt and he was on the verge of collapse. Why would a student want to be exempted from so many classes?

There were five compulsory courses in the first semester of the Finance Faculty. Luo Feng applied for exemption for all of them.

"Nonsense!" President Qi slammed the documents on the table angrily.

Luo Feng had long known this would happen and hurriedly explained, "Dean, I have my difficulties…"

He was also very helpless. After carefully understanding the school rules, Luo Feng realized that they were even stricter than high school in a certain aspect—the school stipulated that if students did not participate in studying activities for two weeks, it would be considered an automatic withdrawal.

Once Luo Feng made a trip to Shanghai and might not return for ten days to half a month. Yang Bo had originally given him an idea and said that he would get his classmates to help answer and fool them for a few weeks.

Not to mention how deep the impression Luo Feng's face left on the teacher-in-charge, it was fine for one or two classes, but there were even people who were willing to help. They would help to answer in every class. They could not find such an unjust student even if they spent money.

"Student Luo Feng, don't you think you're going a little too far? Why attend university if you don't even attend the classes!" Dean Qi looked at Luo Feng and tried his best not to speak too aggressively.

This application was equivalent to dropping out of school.

"I promise I'll self-study in every subject!" Luo Feng said confidently. "I won't cause trouble for the Teachers and the Dean!"

"You think you can self-study just because you said so? Do you think you can learn it better than what your teacher taught you just by reading? Do you think the finance course is a simple 1+1?" President Qi rattled on, trying to use words to persuade the students who had lost their way. "I'll say it again. Studying is for your own good, not for your teacher or your parents!"

"Director, I guarantee!"

"Guarantee?" President Qi laughed in anger. "What's the use of just guarantees? Let me ask you, how many marks did you score at the end of last semester?"

"Full marks…"

"What?"

Luo Feng found his report card from the information he had prepared and placed it neatly in front of the Dean worried that he wouldn't believe him. He said solemnly, "Dean, I scored full marks for every course last semester."

Dean Qi looked at the report card and was stunned.

He was the dean of the entire Finance Faculty and managed four grades at the same time. It was impossible for him to know the results of every student by heart. When he saw Luo Feng's report card, he vaguely remembered that the teachers seemed to be discussing a student who had good results and was very talented.

He even scored full marks in advanced mathematics set by Professor Vincent, making him want to poach him.

He did not expect this student to be standing in front of him!

Dean Qi originally wanted to use the results to make a fuss, but he changed his words. "So what if you scored full marks? Didn't you have a teacher to teach you last semester?! Exemption is impossible. I won't approve of it!"

Luo Feng did not speak and had no intention of leaving.

Seeing his stubborn appearance, as if he had the intention to stay here if he disagreed, Dean Qi's head hurt even more.

He softened his tone and said earnestly, "Luo Feng, I've heard many teachers mention you and say that you're very talented. They think very highly of you. Then what you should do the most is to study hard and develop your talent. Don't you think I'm right?"

He did not agree to Luo Feng's request for an exemption just now because he felt that it was too ridiculous, but he still cherished his talent.

It was rare for even top universities like theirs to encounter students with the best talent. There might only be one in a few years or more than ten years. Dean Qi sincerely hoped that Luo Feng could cherish his talent and not bite off more than he could chew, ending up like everyone else.

…

At the same time, below the office building.

Ai Tingya held Ai Zhaojiang's hand and was about to go upstairs. To be precise, she was dragging it out.

Ai Zhaojiang was coaxed and tricked from his home to the school. He really didn't want to go upstairs and get involved in Luo Feng's matters standing under the school building. However, he could not tell Ai Tingya directly. He muttered, "What does Luo Feng's matter have to do with me? Do you want me to put my old face on the line to help him intercede?"

Ai Tingya begged, "Grandpa, please help Luo Feng."

Ai Zhaojiang's heart ached when he saw his granddaughter's aggrieved expression, but when he thought of Luo Feng, he was furious.

Ai Zhaojiang was a little happy that Ai Tingya appeared at the door this morning. He had spent the New Year alone after all. As soon as school reopened, his granddaughter, whom he had been thinking about, took the initiative to visit him. Ai Zhaojiang was so happy that he could not find his way, at least before Ai Tingya explained her intentions.

"I don't want to help." Ai Zhaojiang was filled with anger and didn't want to speak up for Luo Feng.

"If you don't help Luo Feng, I… I won't visit you in the future!" Ai Tingya threatened guiltily. Clearly, she rarely said harsh words, like a kitten baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

This was the only way she could think of to help Luo Feng. Ai Tingya really could not think of anything else other than asking Ai Zhaojiang for help.

"You…" Ai Zhaojiang went numb.

Even a kitten's claws could make red marks when scratching. As expected, a married granddaughter was like water that had been splashed out. She was actually talking tough to her grandfather for Luo Feng!

She had really been led astray by Luo Feng!