RNP Chapter 1646 Using Money to Throw At People
Chapter 1646 Using Money to Throw At People
The course schedule for graduate students is quite different from that for undergraduate students.
Fewer classes. But every single one is tough.
When Huang Yimei received the course schedule, she stared at those few lines for a long time. Psychological Statistics, Psychological Research Methods, Introduction to Research, and Professional Foreign Language. Only four courses. Not many, it seemed.
The first lesson was on psychological statistics.
She sat in the third row of the classroom, her notebook open and pen in her hand. The professor was an elderly man in his fifties, wearing glasses, and speaking slowly and deliberately. He also flipped through the PowerPoint slides slowly.
But Huang Yimei had a hard time listening to it.
The professor spewed out statistical formulas, concepts, and derivations like gibberish. She tried to take notes, the pen scratching across the paper. But the ideas in her head just wouldn't connect.
Qin Hao, who was next to him, was lying on the table.
From beginning to end.
He would occasionally turn over or change position to continue sleeping. Huang Yimei glanced at him; this guy wasn't in this state last night. Had he overexerted himself?
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
Qin Hao rubbed his eyes, sat up, stretched, and yawned.
"Let's go."
Huang Yimei packed her things slowly, her mind still racing with those formulas.
"Did you understand?" she asked.
"Huh? What?"
"Statistics. What the professor talked about."
Qin Hao blinked. "It's alright."
good?
Huang Yimei didn't speak. She opened her notebook, looked at her densely filled notes, and felt a lump in her throat.
The second lesson was on psychological research methods.
It's still the same.
The professor spoke at breakneck speed, flipping through the PowerPoint slides like a movie. Experimental design, variable control, data analysis—a deluge of technical jargon poured out. Huang Yimei's hand ached from taking so many notes.
Qin Hao was still sleeping.
Or playing on your phone.
Or draw in the textbook.
They just don't listen to the lecture.
When get out of class ended, Huang Yimei couldn't hold back anymore.
"Were you even listening to the lecture?"
"I heard it."
"Then you're going to sleep?"
I'm sleepy.
Huang Yimei was amused by his words: "You're sleepy, how can you still understand?"
"Sure."
Row.
Huang Yimei stopped asking.
Back in her dorm, she opened her books and began to review. Having studied art in high school, her foundation in academic subjects was already weak. Now, suddenly having to tackle these tough challenges was indeed quite difficult.
This went on for a week.
I attend classes, take notes, review, and do practice problems every day. I'm even more diligent than I was in high school.
The first homework assignment was on psychological statistics.
The professor assigned a data analysis task, requiring the use of SPSS software to process a set of experimental data and write an analysis report.
Huang Yimei spent the entire weekend.
From installing the software to learning how to use it, then to running data, creating charts, and writing reports, she meticulously followed each step, afraid of making a mistake.
Homework is due Monday.
The results came out on Wednesday.
A-.
Huang Yimei looked at her report card, feeling a little disappointed. She had clearly put in a lot of effort, checking each step several times. Why only an A-?
She opened her notebook and looked at the professor's comments.
"The data analysis is generally correct, but there is a misunderstanding in the hypothesis testing section of the analysis of variance. It is recommended to review the relevant chapters."
Analysis of variance.
Huang Yimei bit her lip. She had indeed spent a lot of time on that part, but she probably still didn't fully understand it.
Never mind, I'll try harder next time.
Then she saw Qin Hao's homework.
A+.
The workbook contained only a few simple lines, with a clear conclusion and insightful analysis.
Huang Yimei was stunned.
She turned to look at Qin Hao. He was slumped over the table, fast asleep again.
Second homework assignment – Research methods.
The case study requires designing a psychology experiment.
Huang Yimei spent two days reviewing literature, defining hypotheses, designing procedures, controlling variables, and predicting results. She considered every detail, fearing any oversight.
Submit it.
The results are out.
A.
Qin Hao's grade is A+.
It's always like this.
Huang Yimei was a little unconvinced. She took Qin Hao's assignment and looked at it carefully. The experimental design was simple, but every step was precise. There were no complicated assumptions, no fancy designs; it was simply the most direct and effective solution.
"How did you do your homework?" she asked.
"Just writing whatever comes to mind."
"You can get an A+ by just writing something casually?"
"Perhaps the professor prefers this style."
Huang Yimei fell silent.
She doesn't believe it.
How could someone learn something without studying it? They must have worked hard behind the scenes. Or perhaps they studied it before?
But judging from Qin Hao's demeanor, he didn't seem to be faking it at all. He played after class, did his homework haphazardly, and yet always got high scores.
Why?
Huang Yimei's competitive spirit was aroused.
She worked even harder.
I get up at six every morning to memorize vocabulary and preview lessons. I listen attentively in class and take detailed notes. After class, I spend time in the library, researching and doing exercises. I continue studying diligently after returning home in the evening.
One week, two weeks, three weeks.
Huang Yimei has a good self-image.
But what about the results?
She scored 88 on the statistics test. Qin Hao scored 96.
She scored 90 on the research methods quiz. Qin Hao scored 98.
She got an A on her professional foreign language translation assignment. Qin Hao got an A+.
Why is this happening?
Huang Yimei was on the verge of a breakdown.
She's already tried so hard, why can't she catch up? Is there really such a thing as a genius? Someone who's born knowing things without having to learn?
She sat in a corner of the library, staring blankly at the sky outside the window. It was overcast; it looked like it was going to rain.
What are you thinking about?
Qin Hao's voice rang in my ears. I didn't know when he had come over, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand.
"I wasn't thinking about anything."
"You look terrible, are you tired?"
"fine."
Qin Hao sat down opposite her and pushed the milk tea towards her: "I bought this for you."
"I won't drink."
"Why?"
"I don't want to drink."
Qin Hao glanced at her, then at the books and notes spread out in front of her. They were densely covered with annotations and key points.
"Aren't you pushing yourself too hard?"
"No."
"Your health is the most important thing."
Huang Yimei looked up at him: "How come you can get such good grades without even trying?"
"Maybe I'm better suited to learning these things."
"Innately gifted?"
"I guess so."
Huang Yimei lowered her head. Silence.
After a while, she said, "I don't believe it."
"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Qin Hao stood up. "But if you keep pushing yourself like this, your health will collapse. You studied art before, so your cultural foundation is already weak. Now you're suddenly having to tackle so many tough challenges; you can't rush it."
Huang Yimei remained silent.
She knew he was right.
But even knowing this doesn't make me feel resentful.
Another week has passed.
Midterm exam.
Huang Yimei was much better prepared. She went through all her textbooks several times, compiled her notes into a booklet, and memorized the key points thoroughly.
The results are in.
She ranked second overall.
First place: Qin Hao.
The score difference was seven points.
Huang Yimei looked at the report card and suddenly smiled.
She decided to give up competing with Qin Hao and, starting today, return to her own pace.
……
Graduate life is actually quite similar to undergraduate life.
Classes, meals, sleep. Occasionally, I'd go to the cafeteria with Qin Hao, or study in the library. On weekends, we'd wander around the neighborhood, watch movies, and eat something nice.
Overall, the two had a fulfilling first month of school and gradually adapted to graduate school life. In fact, it was not much different from university life, and they were able to relive their university days.
Of course, with Qin Hao and Huang Yimei's good looks, it's inevitable that they would attract the attention of the opposite sex, and there were quite a few people who took the opportunity to strike up conversations with them, including many freshmen.
However, most of them give up after being rejected.
Fang Xiewen was the only exception. Even after being explicitly rejected by Huang Yimei, he continued to appear in front of her under various pretexts, which annoyed Huang Yimei greatly.
Qin Hao sneered inwardly. Since they were being so ungrateful, he wouldn't hesitate to throw money at them.
"It's the weekend tomorrow, come with me to look at cars."
Qin Hao gave the Porsche 986 to Huang Zhenhua, but after driving it for a few days, Huang complained that the fuel consumption was too good and left it downstairs to collect dust. He would only drive it out for a spin occasionally on weekends to avoid the battery running out.
Huang Yimei looked puzzled: "Why did you suddenly think of buying a car? We live so close to the school, we can usually get around by bicycle."
"October 1st is just around the corner, we can go on a road trip around the area. You haven't been to Hangzhou or Suzhou yet, have you?" Qin Hao casually made up an excuse.
Huang Yimei didn't think much of it, assuming Qin Hao wanted to buy a car worth around 200,000 yuan for commuting. After all, he had said it was only for weekend road trips.
As a result, he took her to the Bentley dealership.
The salesperson immediately greeted Qin Hao upon seeing him: "Sir, Madam, welcome."
What kind of car models would you two like to see?
"Where is your most expensive car?"
Upon hearing this, the salesperson immediately perked up: "Over there, please follow me, both of you."
A silver-gray sedan was parked in the center of the showroom. It had a long hood, a wide body, and exaggerated yet flowing lines. A winged "B" logo stood prominently on the hood, gleaming under the lights.
"This is a Bentley Arnage, the latest model this year," the salesperson introduced. "V8 engine, 4.0T twin-turbocharged, maximum horsepower 450, 0-100 km/h acceleration in 5.8 seconds. The body is made entirely of aluminum alloy, and the interior is all hand-stitched; each car is unique..."
Huang Yimei didn't quite understand the specifications, but she could tell that the car was indeed very beautiful. It was grand, composed, yet dynamic.
"How much is this car?" she asked.
The salesperson smiled: "363 million."
Huang Yimei was stunned.
"How many?"
"363 million has been invested."
Huang Yimei turned to look at Qin Hao: "Are you crazy?"
"What's wrong?"
"Over three million for a car?"
"It's alright."
"What do you mean 'not bad'?" Huang Yimei lowered her voice. "It's more expensive than your Porsche."
"So what?"
"You have money to burn?"
Qin Hao looked at her: "Isn't the point of making money to spend it? Otherwise, what's the point of saving it?"
Huang Yimei was speechless.
Right.
With Qin Hao's parents' wealth, he could afford a car worth not only three million but even thirty million. Moreover, he bought this car with money he earned from stock trading, not as a gift from his parents.
“But…” she wanted to say something else.
"Do you like it?" Qin Hao interrupted her.
Huang Yimei looked at the car.
I really like it. It's grand and beautiful. But over three million...
“Too expensive,” she said.
"You get what you pay for," the salesperson said. "The quality of a Bentley is unmatched by any other car. Driving this car is definitely a symbol of status."
Qin Hao walked around the car once, then nodded: "Prepare the contract."
The salesperson's eyes lit up.
"Okay, okay, I'll get ready right away."
After half an hour.
The car purchase contract was signed, and payment was made by card. 363 million yuan—Qin Hao didn't even blink.
"Mr. Qin, the car is expected to arrive at the dealership in two weeks. I will call you in advance."
"Yes, thank you for your hard work."
On the way back, Huang Yimei was still a little dazed.
More than three million.
Just buying one car?
Is this what rich people think?
Two weeks later.
On Friday afternoon, after the last class, Huang Yimei packed her things, preparing to go to the cafeteria for lunch with her classmates.
A silver-gray Bentley slowly drove into the campus.
The car stopped in front of the teaching building. Qin Hao got out of the driver's seat, walked to the passenger side, and opened the car door for Huang Yimei.
"Did you pick up the new car?"
"Okay. Get in the car, I'll take you for a ride."
Lin Wan, a classmate standing next to him, was stunned on the spot.
"How much does this car cost?"
"It's alright," Huang Yimei said.
Lin Wan fell silent.
Although she didn't know the exact price of the Bentley, she knew that people who could drive such a car were definitely not ordinary people.
Soon, news of Qin Hao driving a luxury car spread throughout the school.
In an era where even Buicks are considered luxury cars, many people have never heard of Bentley. But what makes a luxury car a luxury car is its imposing appearance and exaggerated lines. Just one glance is enough to give you the most immediate visual impact—this car definitely won't be cheap.
Fang Xiewen also heard the rumors, but he didn't care. He was convinced that Huang Yimei was definitely not the kind of girl who coveted vanity. The reason she was with Qin Hao was simply because she was close to him.
On Monday, Fang Xiewen inquired about Huang Yimei's class schedule. The Psychological Statistics get out of class ended at 3 PM.
He arrived half an hour early and waited at the entrance of the teaching building.
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. Students gradually emerged from the classroom.
Fang Xiewen stood at the bottom of the steps, staring at each person who came out.
Finally, he saw Huang Yimei.
She was wearing a yellow sweater, black trousers, and her hair was tied in a ponytail. She walked with a light and graceful gait.
“Student Huang.” Fang Xiewen went up to greet him.
Huang Yimei frowned slightly when she saw him.
"What a coincidence that we meet again," Fang Xiewen said with a smile.
Huang Yimei didn't say anything and continued walking forward.
"Huang, do you have some misunderstanding about me?" Fang Xiewen asked, standing beside her. "I really just want to get to know you, I don't mean anything else."
Huang Yimei stopped and turned to look at him.
"I've told you many times, don't waste your time on me. It's a waste of your time and my time too."
"I won't give up."
"Why?"
"Because I like you."
Huang Yimei took a deep breath: "Don't forget, I studied psychology."
Fang Xiewen was stunned for a moment.
"What do you like about me?" Huang Yimei asked. "Do you even know me? Do you know what I like, what I dislike, what my habits are, what my flaws are? You know nothing about me, yet you say you like me. That's not love, that's lust."
"I……"
"You just think I'm good-looking, so you want to pursue me. If you succeed, it'll make you look good, right?"
Fang Xiewen's lips moved, but no sound came out.
"Don't come again." After saying that, Huang Yimei turned around and continued walking forward.
Fang Xiewen stood there, watching her back.
Just then, a deep horn sounded.
drop--
A silver-gray Bentley slowly drove up and stopped next to Huang Yimei.
Huang Yimei walked down the steps, opened the passenger door, and got in.
The movements were very practiced.
This is clearly not the first time.
The Bentley started, the engine emitted a deep roar, and then accelerated away.
Fang Xiewen stood there, watching the taillights of the car grow farther and farther away until they disappeared from sight.
"Have you heard? That Bentley is worth over three million." Someone nearby said.
"My goodness, over three million for a car? Does sitting in it make you an immortal or something?"
"Rich people can do whatever they want."
"What was the driver's name again?"
"I think his name is Qin Hao. He's a first-year graduate student."
Where is his girlfriend?
"I think her name is Huang Yimei, she's quite pretty."
"Sigh, girls these days are getting more and more materialistic."
"What do you mean 'reality'? They're a perfect match! If I were Huang Yimei, I'd choose him too. He's handsome and rich. Why would I choose someone ugly and poor?"
"Yeah, if you had three million, you'd drive a Bentley too."
"If I had three million, I'd buy a house first."
Do you have money?
"No."
"Then what the hell are you talking about?"
Fang Xiewen turned around and slowly walked back to his dormitory.
The footsteps were heavy.
Something inside me is crumbling, bit by bit. (End of Chapter)