Chapter 15 Cellmate’s Wisdom
In fact, Jennifer should have been in the library; that was her usual routine. But now, everything had changed.
Over the past month, she spent most of her time in the classroom. Every day after school, Fox would walk her home. She enjoyed being in the classroom, with Fox around and her new friend Lucy making her happy. Making friends and socializing was a new experience for her, brought about by Fox.
Now, Jennifer had gone to get Fox a drink, coincidentally a cola. Fox naturally accepted it and drank it happily.
Jennifer took out a handkerchief and stood on tiptoe to wipe the sweat from Fox’s forehead. The action was a bit too intimate, even making Peterson stare.
“You have one too,” Lucy said, handing a bottle of water to Peterson.
“Oh, thanks,” Peterson said, sipping the drink and squinting in satisfaction.
In just a month, Fox had changed so much. He had a big plan for the summer to make money, and Peterson believed him, though he found it incredible. Fox said he could make money, but hadn’t specified how much. Earning tens or hundreds of dollars was doable with some effort. But now, Peterson felt that Fox was aiming for something big and didn’t want to miss out, so he decided to join him.
There was also that magical notebook, which Fox called his predictions for the exam questions. Peterson had studied it over the month, half–believing and half–doubting.
“Fox, didn’t you say your mom told you not to drink cola?” Jenny, now genuinely furious, confronted Fox, ready to unleash her anger.
Fox was puzzled; why was Jenny losing her cool? In the past, such matters were usually handled by Rocco.
“But my mom also said I should learn from Jennifer and listen to her,” Fox quickly retorted with another of his “mom’s sayings.”
Jenny found Fox’s attitude incomprehensible. “You just want to irritate me, Fox. You’ve succeeded. I’m done with you!” She turned and stormed off.
“What a strange person. Fox, why did you ever like her?” Peterson said, bewildered.
Jennifer perked up her ears, eager to hear Fox’s response.
“I was young and foolish. Now I’ve grown up,” Fox said, shaking his head. No matter what, it was a confusing mess.
After that, the last PE class ended. As usual, Fox walked Jennifer home.
“You seem to be in a good mood,” Fox said, pushing his bike alongside Jennifer.
Jennifer had changed her book several times, and this time it was “The Little Prince.”
“Really? Isn’t it the same as before?” Jennifer said, swinging her legs slightly.
Fox noticed this subtle movement, knowing it was a sign she was happy. Jennifer’s facial expressions were minimal, so he had to pay attention to such small gestures to understand her mood.
“Anyway, Jennifer, thank you so much. The exams are coming up. Without your help, I’d be in a panic,” Fox said. Without Jennifer he could have easily gotten into NYU on his own. But now, he had a shot at MIT.
He wasn’t relying on foresight or future answers. He genuinely mastered a series of knowledge and skills. Even without future answers, he could get into this university with his own ability. That was his greatest achievement from studying.
“Is there anything you want? I can fulfill it for you. Even if not now, I will in the future,” Fox said, turning to look at Jennifer.
“I wish… time could stop, just like this,” Jennifer said, poking Fox’s face with her slender finger.
“Let’s go to MIT together,” Fox said, holding Jennifer’s hand.
“Okay,” Jennifer said softly, lowering her head.
This time, Fox walked slowly. After saying goodbye to Jennifer, he went home. Once inside, he reflected on how quickly time had passed. The big exam was imminent. Although there would still be school, there would be no more classes. Fox was ready and confident about getting into MIT.
But there was another issue. Prestigious schools like MIT would assess students‘ overall capabilities. Good exam scores weren’t enough; he needed a resume and a series of preparations. There might even be an interview. A recommendation letter would make things smoother.
Fox scratched his chin, recalling his prison days when he met many people, including an MIT graduate involved in cybercrime, serving a long sentence. Although they were friends in his past life, they didn’t know each other now. However, this “distant friend” had helped him. The guy often boasted about his academic excellence and frequently discussed the admission process.
Fox remembered everything and could prepare in advance. He knew the process and
Chapter 15 Celimate’s Wisdom
the details, thanks to the countless times his cellmate had talked about it, even sharing some tips. Fox could implement them, like how to write a resume and get recommendation letters through special channels.
His high school life had been a mess, with no highlights except for the past month. If considered comprehensively, his previous grades were terrible, with no
achievements to add. But that didn’t matter; Fox knew how to handle it.
As he was about to start, he heard a commotion at the door. His mom, Faye, was shouting.
“Say that about my son again, you old hag! Do you want to go at it with me?” Faye, usually gentle, was terrifying when angry.
What was going on?
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