Honest

“Pah-pah—”

Looking at the noisy students in front of him, Zhang Kuo clapped his hands for everyone to be quiet.

He turned to look at Chen Heng, puzzled. Just a few words of self-introduction, and that was it?

Chen Heng's gaze was fixed on the diagonal front, where there was a girl with dazed eyes who seemed frightened. He felt a little funny and raised his eyebrows slightly, with an inexplicable sense of unruly.

This student may be a quiet person by nature.

Zhang Kuo turned his head and cleared his throat. "Ahem, this is our new transfer student, Chen Heng, who's good at..."

He thought for a while about the information that had just been hastily stuffed into his arms without him having time to look at it. He couldn't remember what was written on it for a while, so he just brushed it off vaguely.

Never mind, he has other words.

"Welcome everyone." He led the applause.

There was a burst of warm applause from the audience below the podium.

Song Shuang remained motionless, but her mind was already wandering. She jabbed her right elbow frantically behind her and excitedly called out to her bestie, "Jiang Jiang, look, the handsome guy is smiling!"

Jiang Qing smashed her face on the doll to relax, and absentmindedly wondered what level of restaurant she could treat the other party to with the money in her pocket.

The cafeteria is definitely not an option, as it would seem her gratitude is insincere.

Western food is not a good choice either, as it always gives her a feeling of being too polite and distant. Food stalls are better, as they are lively, delicious, fun, and not expensive.

It’s decided, this is it.

Jiang Qing straightened her chest and raised her head, meeting Chen Heng's gaze, and she gave a big welcoming smile.

Make a good impression on your new classmates.

"Is he handsome?"

"Handsome." Jiang Qing answered casually, but after she finished speaking, she realized who asked the question and turned around suddenly.

Lin Nanyue sat there straight, staring at the teacher intently, as if the person who had just spoken was not him.

Jiang Qing folded her hands, looking thoughtful. Suddenly, she tilted her head and asked seriously, "Do you know what people in the class call you behind your back?"

Lin Nanyan didn't know why she suddenly turned the topic here. He moved his lips slightly: "What?"

"Lin Dagou."

Before she could respond, Jiang Qing collapsed in laughter: "Hahaha, Lin Dagou."

Lin Nanyan's eyes fell on the girl beside him who was extremely happy, and then he reached out and took a Chinese textbook.

As Jiang Qing was laughing, she felt something covering her head, blocking the light and casting a shadow.

Through the books, she heard the clear and clean voice of the person next to her: "The teacher is upstairs, take it easy."

Moving the book aside, Jiang Qing revealed two crescent-shaped eyes. After controlling herself for a long time, she regained her composure and said, "Don't you want to know why?"

Lin Nanyan: "...Why?"

"Because you are a dog - hahaha." Halfway through her words, Jiang Qing moved the book in her hand upwards, blocking her smiling face again.

Lin Nanyan's face was expressionless but also a little helpless. He manually blocked it for her again and again.

Fortunately, the teacher talked about everything from transferring schools to unity, and from unity to grades in one breath. Now he has jumped to the future and has not paid attention to this side yet.

Lin Nanyan just felt that even without anyone to act with her, she could laugh herself to death.

The girl has a low sense of humor.

"I'm not teasing you anymore," Jiang Qing tried to be serious when she saw Lin Nanyan's gaze, which he couldn't help but look at her. "They call you the class flower behind your back."

She extended her right hand earnestly and patted Lin Nanyan's back behind her classmates' backs, shaking her head and pretending to be profound: "There's no need to feel inferior, no need to be sad, because -"

"Buddha have mercy on me, hahaha."

For some reason, an emoticon always popped up in her mind. It was the one with a face painted red and a pink lotus in hand, looking both Buddhist and funny. She couldn't help laughing out loud.

Oops!

Before Lin Nanyan could react, Zhang Kuo's deadly gaze had already shot towards him.

"Jiang Qing!"

"Here." Jiang Qing subconsciously raised her hand to answer.

As soon as she raised her hand, she felt like something was wrong.

Zhang Kuo glared angrily: "Stand up right there!"

Only then did Jiang Qing realize what was wrong. She had mastered the roll call process in college to the point where it had become muscle memory. Her body told her to just sit still, but in high school...

Looking at the teacher's dark face, Jiang Qing immediately put away her smile, moved the Chinese textbook away, and did not forget to stuff the doll on the table into her pocket.

But the desk pocket was small, and the doll was bulging, so it was difficult to force it in without deforming her standing position.

She stood still until she felt a hand taking the doll from underneath her.

"What are you laughing at? Say it out loud and let your classmates laugh too." Zhang Kuo smiled kindly.

"I..." Jiang Qing looked at the teacher, hesitant but honest, "I was comforting Lin Nanyan."

When the students heard this, their gazes, which had been focused on them, became even more intense and sharp.

The left eye says: Speak quickly!

The right eye reads: Really? I don't believe it, unless you tell me what's so worrying about being the oldest.

Even Zhang Kuo's curiosity was aroused. He asked, "What should I do to comfort him?"

Jiang Qing said honestly: "As the class flower, don't feel inferior..."

Chen Heng on the side chuckled.

Everyone present: ...

Do I need your comfort? It's better not to say anything.

This is not comforting, this is stirring up hatred.

Their obscure gazes fell on Lin Nanyan's face. Lin Nanyan was still Lin Nanyan. He remained calm and acted as if he hadn't heard such outrageous remarks.

He is indeed a cool and aloof academic genius, I admire him!

The corners of Zhang Kuo's mouth twitched slightly, and he was at a loss for words to explain the answer.

Now he suspected that there might be something wrong with his judgment in the morning. It was an illusion, all an illusion.

"Teacher Zhang, where is my seat..." Chen Heng suddenly asked, carrying his schoolbag.

Zhang Kuo then realized that he seemed to have forgotten something. He turned around and waved to warn, "Jiang Qing, please sit down first. This won't happen again."

"There's an empty table in the back. Chen Heng, you can sit there first. We'll choose seats based on your grades for the next exam."

Chen Heng nodded without objection and walked back indifferently.

He looked at Chen Heng's back and felt relieved. He must be a good boy. Unexpectedly, he was quite patient.

Although he looks a little too outstanding, there are also such outstanding and studious talents in their class.

It's rare that the director actually cares about him this time.

Unlike the student who transferred in last semester, he didn't want to talk about it and would shake his head whenever the teacher mentioned it.

Thinking of this, he took a sip of the wolfberry black tea in the cup and secretly made up his mind to cause less trouble to the director in the future, strive to be an excellent class, and strive to be a glorious class teacher.

Jiang Qing saw Chen Heng passing by the aisle. She smiled and greeted him across Lin Nanyan. Chen Heng responded with a smile and glanced at Lin Nanyan.

Two pairs of eyes, each of different shapes but both beautiful, met each other and nodded in greeting.

When Song Shuang saw this scene, she couldn't help but wonder in her heart, why does it feel like everyone knows her except her?

But they were now the focus of the teacher's observation, so she could only scratch her head in her heart, as if a bug was biting her and her heart was itching.

"I've switched classes with your math teacher this afternoon. Now, let's turn to our test papers from last week."

Zhang Kuo was in a good mood as he was writing chemical formulas on the blackboard. He turned around with a smile on his face and was about to explain the wrong questions when he saw a furry black head in the last row left for him.

The boy was not shy at all. He was full of energy and vitality just now, but now he looked like all the energy was sucked out of him. He was lying lazily on the table basking in the sun.

Zhang Kuo's smile froze.

"First, circle the questions you got wrong. Jiang Qing, come up and write the correct equation for the last fill-in-the-blank question."

Jiang Qing, who had just sat down and was about to stand up, said: ...

She went on stage with the test paper covered with annotations, not afraid at all. She had patched up the test paper all night with the help of the academic god.

Even if the teacher targeted her, it wouldn't bother her.

Humph, proudly put your hands on your hips.

She wrote with great confidence, even marking the most basic symbols clearly. After finishing, she looked at Zhang Kuo proudly, waiting for praise, and then she saw the teacher staring at the pages of paper with a blank face.

Not knowing what was going on, Jiang Qing cautiously called out, "Teacher...?"

While the students were busy studying, Zhang Kuo hurriedly took out the file from under the test paper, looked at the black words on it, and read it carefully from beginning to end.

Snap——

My heart finally settled down.

No wonder, he didn’t give it to him earlier or later, but just brought people to him during class time, gave him a few quick instructions and left.

Okay, this is a trap for him.

If it weren't for the five dollars for not being late, he wouldn't have been cheated.

You cunning Old Chen, I, Zhang Kuo, will never forgive you.

Seeing that the teacher didn't move, Jiang Qing tiptoed closer. She shifted her gaze from the file to the teacher and raised her voice: "Teacher Zhang, I've finished writing."

Zhang Kuo came back to his senses and checked the writing on the blackboard with a serious face. After finding no mistakes, he asked Jiang Qing to return to her seat.

When passing by Song Shuang's row, he saw Song Shuang pouting and indicating: What's wrong with the teacher? His face has become so dark.

Jiang Qing responded with her eyes: I don’t know.

The teacher's nagging voice surrounded Jiang Qing's mind for dozens of minutes. Too much knowledge occupied her brain, making her dizzy, but she tried hard to continue patching up.

As soon as the bell rang and the teacher had just finished collecting the test papers, Song Shuang turned around with sparkling eyes and asked impatiently, "Do you know this transfer student who just arrived?"

"I know him." Jiang Qing looked at Wang Huaqing, who had moved a chair to sit over to the side. "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Wang Huaqiang, who was tidying up the table with Lin Nanyan that had been messed up by the two girls, looked up at Song Shuang. Seeing that she didn't say anything, he replied, "I ate too much and felt a little bloated. It was just indigestion. I'm fine now."

Lin Nanyan paused holding the book and glanced at Wang Huaqiang.

"I'm glad you're okay," Jiang Qing said. She had been hanging out with the girls over the weekend and didn't know how much he had eaten. "Next time you eat this, be careful not to eat too much. If you like it, I'll have my dad give you some of the sauce."

Song Shuang raised his hand and said enthusiastically, "I want one too."

"Of course I won't forget you." Her father would be very happy if he knew that his cooking skills were so popular.

"What is it? Can I shamelessly order one?" a voice suddenly interrupted.

Lin Nanyan looked over.

Jiang Qing also turned to look at Chen Heng who had gathered around him at some point: "Sure."

"But it's not a reservation, it's a gift." She generously gave her father money.

"My dad's barbecue sauce is amazing. I highly recommend it. It's top-notch." She turned to ask her friends to help prove her dad's cooking skills. "Don't you agree?"

Song Shuang enthusiastically praised her, not wanting her bestie to let her words slip: "It's really delicious, the kind that makes you linger on the taste."

Wang Huaqi nodded: "Yes."

The three people's eyes fell on Lin Nanyan, only you are missing.

Lin Nanyan stopped what he was doing, looked up at Chen Heng, and earnestly recommended: "You must try Uncle Jiang's cooking."

Chen Heng looked at the three people, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Thank you very much, I will."

Seeing this, Song Shuang desperately pulled Jiang Qing under the table: Look! Jiang Jiang, look!

Jiang Qing forcefully pulled her best friend's hand away, then moved away from her, pretending she knew nothing.

Suddenly remembering something, she looked up and asked Chen Heng, "When are you free? I'll treat you to a meal at a food stall, but you can eat somewhere else if you want."

"Anytime, anytime you want." Chen Heng leaned against the table behind him, the sunlight streaming in from the window. He closed his eyes slightly and replied lazily, "Food stalls are fine, roadside stalls are fine, I'm not picky."

"Then you are quite easy to support." Jiang Qing smiled.

As class was about to start, everyone returned to their seats.

Song Shuang approached quietly and asked with a curious look on his face, "Why are you treating me?"

"Nothing. I'll tell you after school." Jiang Qing pushed her: "The teacher is coming."

Song Shuang smacked his lips, turned his head obediently, and began to secretly look forward to the end of school.

Jiang Qing opened her textbook and looked at the yellow lemon candy that suddenly appeared before her. She put the candy in her pocket and leaned over. "When are you planning on treating us?"

Lin Nanyan put a pen against her forehead and said, "After you finish your invitation."