I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 77 - 67: No Way Back to the Beginning (Part 2)

Chapter 77: Chapter 67: No Way Back to the Beginning (Part 2)

On the note were answers and explanations for the exam questions, along with a small line of text:

"Striking a stone produces fire, without striking there is no smoke. Learning begins with understanding; without learning, one is not naturally wise."

However, Gu Lan probably wouldn’t need this note.

Rong Heng lowered his head and tucked the note into his sleeve.

After a while, Qin Zhenghu returned to Maoqin Hall and collected everyone’s exam papers one by one. When he saw the Second Prince’s paper, he twitched his mouth, barely able to suppress the urge to expose Rong Qijun’s cheating.

But he had grown somewhat and knew that saying it out loud would be pointless, only feeling a deep sigh in his heart for the Second Prince’s lack of competence.

——Rong Qijun’s exam paper was exactly the same as Yuan Lang’s!

That wasn’t all; their handwriting was also the same.

Qin Zhenghu, having previously been the Second Prince’s companion, was very familiar with Rong Qijun’s handwriting. It was clear that Yuan Lang had written both papers.

When he received Gu Lan’s paper, he casually glanced at it and then instinctively frowned.

The benefactor’s handwriting was quite distinctive...

Soon after, Qin Zhenghu understood what Gu Lan had written and couldn’t help but happily praise: "Benefactor, you even solved the last question. This question was modeled after an Advanced Scholar exam question and due to its difficulty, it’s not counted towards the small test score."

"Benefactor, you’re so smart. It seems that even in the imperial exams, you could definitely come out on top."

The last question was solved by Gu Lan after realizing that Miaoyan’s previous answers matched hers, using the remaining time to work it out herself, feeling like she burned countless brain cells.

And it turned out it was just an extra question?

Gu Lan wasn’t keen on accepting his compliment and rather wanted to throw him out.

At dinner, Gu Lan didn’t eat with Rong Heng but instead went over to the young prince, taking out two boxes of delicately fragrant pastries.

Rong Heng’s fingertips trembled slightly, then he lowered his gaze with self-mockery.

Just not passing her a note, and she holds a grudge till now. So this is Young Master Gu’s mischievousness.

He tossed a candy into his mouth on an empty stomach, not wanting to watch Gu Lan and Rong Yunhao enjoying their meal upfront.

It’s just one missed meal, right? It’s not like he hasn’t experienced it before; he’s long accustomed to it.

Crunching the candy in his mouth, he was about to reach for a second one when his fingertips paused——

There were only three left.

Rong Heng withdrew his hand and closed his eyes, letting the sweet peach flavor spread.

After a while, he opened his eyes, which were cold and slightly obscured.

Rong Heng realized, some things, once grown accustomed to, can never return to their original state.

He and Gu Lan were two unrelated individuals.

He was the fifth prince whom everyone in the palace could bully, while Gu Lan was the Young Master who lorded over in the capital since childhood. Two completely different existences, merely because Young Master Gu whimsically wanted a friend, had briefly intermingled.

Gu Lan could easily detach from all this and continue being her flamboyant self.

Yet he was left behind.

Why should he be left behind... Why was he always left behind...

Rong Heng’s eyes darkened, clenching his fist.

At that moment, a familiar presence approached.

Rong Heng snapped out of it, finding Young Master Gu right in front of him, holding a steaming basket of meat buns fresh from the steamer.

"Today is Rong Yunhao’s eighth birthday, Brother Hang. You’re his uncle after all; you could at least prepare a gift for the little mouse."

Rong Heng stared at Gu Lan’s face in shock.

"You mean, because of his birthday, just now—"

Gu Lan nodded, "Why else? If it weren’t his birthday today, why would I let him eat ten almond pastries at once—I meant to help him lose weight!"

She paused, a mischievous glint flashing in her eyes, lowering her voice, she softly said: "Brother Zichan, you weren’t thinking you wouldn’t get lunch today, were you?"

Brother Zichan.

Rong Heng’s breath caught for a moment.

No one had ever called him by that courtesy name, nor had anyone ever called him Brother Zichan...

A warmth rushed out, staining Rong Heng’s ears red.

Gu Lan noticed Rong Heng’s reddened ears, her gaze lingering for a moment before looking down nonchalantly, opening the bun basket, and said, "Brother Hang, this time the buns are filled with a stuffing I personally made."

Why would Brother Hang blush when called Brother Zichan?

Rong Heng lowered his eyes, picking up a bun to cover it up and took a big bite.

Soon after, his lips twitched.

——The bun had a hot pot flavor.

Under the heavens, only Gu Lan would make hot pot-flavored buns for Rong Heng.