Andrew Brooks nodded, turned to page 168, glanced over it briefly, and then casually closed the book.

This was the moment! The female teacher’s hand shot out like lightning, incredibly fast, reaching for the book!

She grabbed Andrew Brooks's left hand, and in that instant, the book disappeared!

The female teacher could hardly believe her eyes. She squeezed Andrew Brooks's hand hard—uh, this was flesh, not paper.

She was stunned once again.

“Teacher, you’re very beautiful, really, but... I want to take the exam,” Andrew Brooks looked up at her with a timid gaze, clearly taking her action as some kind of ambiguous hint. “I need my left hand to hold the test paper.”

The female teacher hurriedly let go, giving him a smile uglier than crying, but didn’t offer any explanation. The exam room remained silent.

A minute later, the female teacher moved her chair to Andrew Brooks’s desk. She was going to sit here and observe closely!

Andrew Brooks seemed completely unfazed, writing swiftly, quickly finishing the previous question. The next moment, "Political Economy" magically appeared in his hand again.

He lowered his head, flipped through the book, searching for the answer!

The female teacher turned to look out the window, letting out a gentle sigh. Sigh, isn’t this weather just too hot? Can’t I stop having hallucinations?

“Teacher, which page is this question on?” Andrew Brooks asked softly.

Oh my god, the female teacher grabbed her own hair. It’s a hallucination, it must be a hallucination!

Andrew Brooks looked at the poor female teacher and sighed sympathetically, “Sigh, never mind, I’ll find it myself.”

Until the end of the exam, the female teacher never regained her composure. When the bell rang for handing in the papers, she rushed forward and blocked Andrew Brooks, “You, come with me.”

Fine, I’ll go. The test is already handed in, Andrew Brooks couldn’t care less.

“Where exactly did you hide that book?” In a corner of the hallway, the female teacher asked quietly. It was much cooler here than in the classroom.

I hid it in my Sumeru ring—if it were the old Andrew Brooks, he would definitely have answered like that. Anyway, the test was already handed in, and it was too late to say anything. You didn’t catch me in the act, so it’s all pointless.

He liked seeing people get angry, especially beautiful women!

But after transmigrating and reflecting deeply, Andrew Brooks had realized his own flaw: I lack emotional intelligence. I can’t just do things my own way!

In this life, he was determined to change this, and to work hard at it, so he wouldn’t have to transmigrate again!

He had even set up some plans to cultivate his emotional intelligence, so he looked at the beautiful teacher in surprise, “Teacher, what are you talking about? What book?”

“Forget it, you can go,” the female teacher waved her hand listlessly, her whole body slumping against the wall as if paralyzed.

“My emotional intelligence really has improved,” Andrew Brooks thought with some pride. He was quite pleased that he hadn’t blurted out the answer, and left in high spirits.

That beautiful teacher, however, wasn’t discouraged. On the morning of the 9th, the subject to be tested was also one that required memorization—"Biology."

She borrowed a small camera, hoping to use it as proof that she was right!

Unfortunately, she didn’t know that Andrew Brooks was actually interested in this subject. Emotional intelligence, after all, is about relationships, and the feelings between men and women are a key part of developing emotional intelligence, aren’t they?

Physiology and hygiene—oh no, biology—was a subject he absolutely had to master!

So, Andrew Brooks didn’t need to cheat. He was an extremely smart person to begin with. Although he had some resistance to the college entrance exam—since there were no emotional intelligence classes in college—he had studied this subject very thoroughly.

The frustrated female teacher had borrowed the camera for nothing!

Chapter 2: University, Here I Come

A little over a month later, the results were out. Andrew Brooks scored high and was admitted to the local university—Phoenix College!

His parents were overjoyed, which left him a bit puzzled: When I got into college in my previous life, were they this happy?

He tried to recall for a long time, but no matter what, he just couldn’t remember if he had actually gotten into college in his past life. Sigh, what a memory.

But I can’t really blame myself, can I? Who can remember things from hundreds of years ago that clearly?

To be honest, he really had no interest in going to college. The reason he took the college entrance exam was simple: because his parents wanted him to.

The bond between him and his parents was family affection, which also fell within the scope of emotional intelligence. Andrew Brooks believed that working hard to be filial, listening to his parents, and pleasing them would help improve his emotional intelligence, so he took the exam.

Of course, in his previous life, after he started cultivating, he had less and less contact with his parents. In the hundreds of years that followed, his parents were just a symbol in his mind. In this life, since he finally had the chance to see them again, Andrew Brooks was willing to do his best to make them happy.

Fortunately, with a mind sharper than most, it wasn’t hard for him to study seriously and get a high score. Except for "Political Economy," he took the other six subjects with real effort and skill.