The next day.

Tao Xinhua walked into Class 18's classroom, but after a few seconds, he silently withdrew.

I took a good look at the sign at the classroom door.

It really is Class 18.

What's going on? Why has everyone started studying? Especially the three tyrants in the class who are leading the study.

He must be dreaming.

Tao Xinhua walked to the podium, coughed twice, and tried to attract the children's attention.

"..." No one paid any attention.

"Cough cough."

"..." Still, no one paid any attention.

Tao Xinhua paused for a moment, then raised his voice: "Students, what triggered you today?"

Only then did people gradually raise their heads.

One of the students chimed in, "Teacher Tao, Que Guanghuai sent a message in the class group telling us to study hard, saying that we can't be last in the grade again this time, and we need to have goals."

"What target?" Tao Xinhua raised an eyebrow.

"I'll get second to last in my grade!"

The audience was enthusiastic and full of morale.

Tao Xinhua's gaze swept across the classroom, but he didn't see Que Guanghuai or the others. The two new exchange students were also absent.

Huh? A collective blanking?

With just one minute left before class started, Que Guanghuai and his two companions appeared at the classroom door, panting, followed by Yan Chiyu who strolled in slowly.

"You four, you really arrived right on time."

Tao Xinhua's gaze passed over Que Guanghuai and the others, finally settling on Yan Chiyu. "Where is the other student?"

Que Guanghuai almost fainted when he turned around. "Boss? Oh no, Brother Yan, what are you doing behind us? I didn't see you just now."

Yan Chiyu's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

Where is Wu Yue?

"You've taken leave, haven't you?"

“Let her come with me herself—” Old Tao hadn’t finished speaking when his phone rang.

He looked at it and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

Tao Xinhua paused for a moment, then answered the call: "Hello?... Mr. Wu? Why are you calling me?"

"..."

"Okay, sure."

"..."

"Okay, goodbye."

After a few brief words, Tao Xinhua hung up the phone.

Suddenly, a gentle gaze swept over the four people at the door. "Go back to your seats, class is starting."

-

“Wu Yue, you and your second uncle look so alike.”

After eating her mother's loving breakfast, Wu Yue left home in the morning. On the way to school, her newly appointed driver "hijacked" the car halfway.

The person who hijacked the car claimed to be Wu Cunxu.

Is it possible that a proud alumnus of Shuangyi High School, now a powerful and domineering CEO, would go to such lengths to invite a high school student like her?

"To confirm your identity, I'd like to take a picture of you and ask my friend," the girl calmly made the request.

The young man sitting on the opposite sofa smiled, his eyebrows arching. He had a refined and gentle appearance, elegant yet poised. "Please make yourself at home. Would you like me to pose with you in any way?"

"..."

Wu Yue paused, her hand holding the phone still.

This guy's composure and gentlemanly demeanor made it impossible for me to get angry. "No need."

"Click—" Wu Yue snapped a picture casually.

To be fair, no matter what pose this guy strikes, even if it's not a deliberate shot, he looks cool.

He undoubtedly possesses a captivating charm, a maturity and composure befitting his age, completely lacking the greasy, overweight appearance of others, and maintaining an excellent physique. Clearly, he is a very self-disciplined person.

Wu Yue privately sent the picture to Zhou Yunwei.

Need a leg accessory: Yunwei, do you know this person?

A few seconds later, a reply popped up on the screen.

Weiwei: Wu Cunxu!!!

Weiwei: Yueyue, where did you get his picture?! He's so handsome!!!

I need a leg accessory: I'll let you know later. You go to class now.

Weiwei: Okay, okay.

Putting away her phone, Wu Yue looked up, calm and polite: "So, Mr. Wu Cunxu, what brings you here?"