Chapter 28 The new mixed-race transfer student seems to come from a wealthy family...

After the flag-raising ceremony and routine address, the high school students gathered and dispersed, then went out for lunch, turning the playground into a sea of ​​jubilation once again.

Cheng Sijie heard several boys excitedly shouting "The monkeys on both banks of the river are crying incessantly!" and rushed to the cafeteria to grab food.

I heard that students in their senior year of high school are no longer allowed to buy meals outside of school. In order to improve academic performance, the school has funded special meals for senior students that are nutritious, affordable, and healthy.

But no matter how healthy, delicious, green, or environmentally friendly it is, it can't compare to the oil-dripping fried skewers, rice noodles, hand-pulled pancakes, and grilled cold noodles at the door...

People are just doing it for the novelty.

Cheng Sijie saw two senior high school boys sneaking towards the school gate being caught by the dean of students, nicknamed "Cat Watch." A cold glint flashed behind his glasses. "Why aren't you going to the cafeteria?"

The two boys looked at each other and whispered something to each other.

"DingDingCat" curled one side of his lips into a cold smile.

Cheng Sijie could almost foresee a violent storm about to hit.

Just then, a kind-looking old man with gray hair and a slightly protruding beer belly passed by and said a few words to "DingDingCat".

The head of the teaching department was like Sun Wukong encountering Tang Sanzang. Although he still hated the two "little demons" with a vengeance, he waved his hand impatiently and said, "Go away. Senior year is stressful, but be careful not to get an upset stomach."

The two boys, dressed in their senior year school uniforms, smiled excitedly and ran hand in hand towards the school gate.

Cheng Sijie couldn't help but smile.

The old man finished his business and left, concealing his identity and name, strolling away without taking a single cloud with him.

A Middle School has been established for many years and is one of the largest schools in northern China, comparable in size to universities.

Due to some historical reasons, this is one of the key schools in the province, and it has produced several famous people. After becoming famous, the thing they are most enthusiastic about is reminiscing about the past and appreciating the present. Therefore, with great humanistic care, they have invested several sums of money in their alma mater, which is not short of money.

It just so happens that these sums of money were all obtained during the current principal's tenure, giving off a feeling of "the current dynasty has a hundred civil and military officials with both virtue and talent, and the national treasury is full and the world is at peace."

Our school principal is a frugal, elderly man with gray hair; he's the one who just saved two senior high school boys.

He used to be a leader in the municipal education bureau, but for some reason—perhaps he had a falling out with others, or maybe he got sick? In any case, he returned to the front line of teaching. But I heard that his son is also in the system and has a promising career.

Therefore, it is no wonder that A Middle School has always been known for its civility and openness, and its educational standards have been improving.

In this atmosphere, almost every now and then, something new and interesting would naturally happen at the school.

Environment shapes personality; in such an environment, it's hard for people not to be cheerful, reasonable, healthy, and lively.

Although every high school student has their own hardships in an objective sense, finding joy in hardship is a unique characteristic of our country, and everyone is very willing to accept the brainwashing from their teachers and parents. What else can we do? We can't exactly use purple clay teapots, can we?

That's not good. Amitabha, well said, well said. It's better to live a miserable life than to die.

However, schools are neither too big nor too small, so if you are in the same grade and have chosen the same subject, it is easy to bump into someone.

For example, Cheng Sijie and Jiang Hui.

Both of them were first-year high school students in the science stream, so it was logically common for them to bump into each other in the hallway during group activities or after class.

Cheng Sijie had been vaguely prepared, but the day still came very suddenly.

After breakfast, Cheng Sijie went to get water. The water dispenser in front of her classroom was surrounded by people whispering and discussing some "thought-provoking" warnings from the cat during the flag-raising ceremony that day, while also saying that the hot water would probably take a while to boil.

"DingDingCat will definitely keep staring like crazy."

"I don't want to be punished by him with frog jumps. I'll stay away from boys from now on."

"Will the water not boil anytime soon?"

The water heaters purchased by the school have a large water capacity. However, once the temperature is set, these water heaters automatically replenish water. For example, if the minimum temperature is set to 30 degrees Celsius and the maximum temperature to 100 degrees Celsius, after it boils, if you pour a cup of water, the water heater will automatically replenish the water. This process of continuously adding cold water will cause the water to boil again once it reaches 30 degrees Celsius...

You cannot add water during the boiling process.

Everyone then wanted to go and take a look at the other classrooms.

Cheng Sijie was carrying a water bottle when the classmate behind her called out, "Sister Cheng, can you get me a bottle too?"

Cheng Sijie gave an "OK" sign.

She strolled over to the next class, then strolled around halfway around—

Oh my!

Cheng Sijie was startled when she saw Jiang Hui. She felt extremely embarrassed, and her first instinct was to slip away along the wall.

Jiang Hui called her, "Classmate."

Cheng Sijie: "Huh?!"

Chatting in real life is different from chatting on WeChat. Cheng Sijie felt as if a cartoon character had jumped down from a comic book and turned into a living person to say hi to her.

She was startled, her toes already digging into the ground. She thought, "Finally, this day has come. I, the beautiful anchor [Chengcheng Juice%], am still destined to have my identity exposed and praised by fans in real life, and then I will quietly die?"

Oh no, what should I do?

The other person said coldly, "You lost your meal card."

Cheng Sijie: "..."

That's terrible.

He was indeed very tall. Cheng Sijie didn't notice when he was a few meters away, but when she got closer, she realized that he was almost a head taller than her.

When Jiang Hui wore the same school uniform as everyone else, he really looked like a male model; his tall stature and long legs were a clear advantage.

And why is this kid's skin so fair? His hair color is also quite light, it must be because he's mixed race.

However, her voice is also very pleasant to listen to; it is clear and textured.

In that instant of interaction, the other person's information and labels flowed out like a gentle stream.

Cheng Sijie patted his pocket, looked back, and said, "Oh, thank you."

She hurriedly picked up her meal card, the two water cups clattering together, making her look somewhat disheveled.

Cheng Sijie thought to herself: How embarrassing! She put her meal card back into her pocket, the fluffy pendant hanging from it swaying back and forth, while Jiang Hui had already turned and left.

It was completely different from what she had imagined—that the other person would inexplicably, proactively, excitedly, and overly familiarly create interactions with her like before…

Uh, what is this...

He acts like a different person at school and in his fan group.

Cheng Sijie was completely baffled. Could it be that Jiang Hui had a second personality?

As the saying goes, it's not so dangerous to have feelings for someone, but it's very dangerous to have curiosity about someone.

Curiosity killed the cat.

The day seemed to have only a minor incident, but in the middle of the night, Cheng Sijie woke up, went to the bathroom, and while washing her hands, she was still sleepy and groggy. She threw herself back onto the bed to continue sleeping, but just as she pulled the blanket over herself, that question suddenly flashed through Cheng Sijie's mind again:

No, why pretend you don't know them?!

Does he have a second personality?!

So annoying!

However, after their first encounter, Cheng Sijie was completely at ease and no longer worried that the other party might be some kind of fanatic.

Moreover, in the general public's opinion, as time goes by, the "handsome effect" of "mixed-race male models" has finally subsided considerably.

Although people still discuss it, high school coursework is heavy, and the male model is suspected of studying for competitions, often attending special competition classes at unpredictable times.

If you're not on the same floor as his class, unless you bump into him by chance, deliberately looking for him is as difficult as summoning Shenron after collecting all the Dragon Balls.

Life doesn't have that many dramatic events, so let's focus on studying.

Cheng Sijie is still quite comfortable with her first year of high school. She is naturally suited to science, has a quick mind, and is remarkably well-rounded. She is a favorite student of both her math and English teachers. Although she was a little unaccustomed to returning to school after a year off and felt a bit burdened, she is now doing very well in her three main subjects.

Needless to say, Yu Lingling was under her mother's watchful eye, and she dared not get a score on her report card that would make the Extinction Goddess give her a hard time.

The two of them would slack off from time to time. When they should have been studying hard, they would focus on their studies, and when they should have been chatting, they would never miss any opportunity to be lazy.

During the last period of evening self-study, Yu Lingling took the initiative to initiate a chat request.

Yu Lingling said, "Cheng Sijie, why do you always look so serious lately?"

Cheng Sijie said, "Do I?"

Yu Lingling said, "By the way, have you noticed that the new mixed-race guy who transferred here seems to come from a very wealthy family?"

As if triggering some keyword, Cheng Sijie's heart skipped a beat.

A mixed-race guy? Oh, [h]...

Yu Lingling saw Cheng Sijie staring blankly. "My mom said that a group of teachers will be transferred from the provincial key school. It's said that they have some connection with the mixed-race guy."

Cheng Sijie: "Huh? Wasn't it because of some teaching reform from the Provincial Department of Education? I think I heard my mom mention it too."

Yu Lingling touched her chin. "My intuition tells me this is definitely not simple."

Is it true? Cheng Sijie thought: This is too exaggerated. Although she was no longer so allergic to this person, thinking about the awkward encounter before, it was best not to talk about it.

She thought: Goodbye, Yu Lingling, I'll take my leave now.

Cheng Sijie said, "I still have a test paper to finish, and it seems like we'll go over it tomorrow. I'm going to finish it now. Why don't you go tease Sleepyhead for a bit? I saw him engrossed in a horror novel today."

Although it was a bit awkward, Yu Lingling didn't notice.

Yu Lingling asked with interest, "Oh? What kind of extraordinary book is it that even the God of Sleep is so engrossed in it?"

Cheng Sijie pulled out a math test paper and said calmly, "It must be some legendary book that has made us sleepyheads unable to extricate ourselves."

After saying that, she said with a serious expression, "Goodbye, time to do my practice problems."

She's usually quite fussy, so when she suddenly became serious, Yu Lingling didn't think anything was wrong.

"Tch," Yu Lingling scoffed. "Fine, fine."

Yu Lingling tapped on the table and quietly sidled up to the desk behind her. "Hey! Sleepyhead, what novel are you reading?"

The Sleepy God adjusted his glasses, which were as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle, and slowly replied, "A modern fantasy novel full of strange tales and elves, very exciting, which has given me a lot of philosophical thoughts..."

Yu Lingling grew impatient, showing no tolerance whatsoever for a "fiery bookworm." "I asked you what books you were reading, the names of the books!"

The sleepy god said slowly and warily, "I haven't finished reading it yet, I won't lend it to you."

His deskmate scoffed, "Sister 00, don't listen to his nonsense. He's exaggerating. It's not as good as the one I have here."

At the same time, the god of sleep revealed the title of his masterpiece: "Ten Deadly Sins".

Yu Lingling: "..."

Ten Deadly Sins?

She twitched the corner of her mouth. "No, this is a novel that was popular in junior high school many years ago, and what philosophical insights can it offer?"

She turned her head and asked, "Hey, Professor, what are you looking at?"

The sleeping god's deskmate was nicknamed "Professor" because of his very old-fashioned glasses; his real name was Zeng Wangshu.

The "professor" mimicked Conan adjusting his glasses. "Me? Ahem, I'm studying power struggles, eras, and history, 'The Ming Dynasty 1566'."

Yu Lingling found it even more absurd: "Come on, bro, you're not a liberal arts student."

The boy smiled shyly: "It's all based on personal interest, nothing to brag about."

After saying that, he ignored Yu Lingling's reaction and continued to bury himself in his studies with the Sleepy God.

Yu Lingling thought to herself, "There are really a lot of crazy people in our class."

Everyone had things to do and no one was in the mood to chat with her.

Yu Lingling thought for a moment. She had originally planned to do an English test paper, but seeing Cheng Sijie writing furiously and the two bookworms behind her engrossed in reading, she gritted her teeth and pulled out the physics test paper she hated the most. "Aaaaaah, I'm not going to live anymore! Let's go crazy together, come on!"

Cheng Sijie noticed her movements and saw Yu Lingling's ferocious expression, like a meme, holding her carbon pen like the Statue of Liberty, saying, "Grant me the power to conquer physics, Kamisama."

Cheng Sijie was amused by her.