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Fu Xize felt the sweetness of the shrimp in his mouth and was a little dazed. When people are in a daze, they will eat the food that is passed to their lips. This is a completely unconscious behavior. It is okay between friends, but he and Xin Ai are not familiar with each other, and Xin Ai is pursuing him. Fu Xize felt very inappropriate to eat something fed by someone like this.

Fu Xize felt a little embarrassed and ashamed.

Xin Ai took advantage of Fu Xize's sleepiness and successfully fed him a mouthful of food. Feeling slightly proud, he quickly fed him the second mouthful.

In his previous life, Fu Xize had fed him countless times. Considering that Xin Ai was mentally unstable, Fu Xize found it extremely difficult to feed him.

Now, it was his turn to feed Fu Xize. It felt quite fun. Fu Xize was usually cold, fierce and ignored people, but when he just woke up, he was groggy and opened his mouth to eat the food that was fed to him. He looked silly and very cute.

Fu Xize saw the shrimp in front of him, and his reason returned. He refused coldly: "No, thank you."

Xin Ai said aggrievedly: "Is it so unpalatable? I don't want to eat it after taking a bite."

Fu Xize choked: "...No."

Xin Ai put the shrimp into his mouth and looked at him pitifully.

Fu Xize was silent: "..."

Fu Xize instantly fell into the broken window effect. He took the first bite. If he didn't continue eating, he would definitely see Xin Ai acting like a pitiful person to him, as if his lunch box was severely rejected.

How can there be such a person? You are the prince of Beijing circle. Is it appropriate for you to play the victim? !

Fu Xize was helpless, so he had to say, "I'll do it myself."

Xin Ai raised the corners of her lips and handed over the chopsticks and lunch box.

Fu Xize took it, carefully avoiding Xin Ai's hand, but still inevitably touched it. It was obviously the most common touch between boys, but ripples spread out in Fu Xize's heart. He pretended not to care and lowered his head to eat the dried shrimps.

Seeing that he was eating with relish, Xin Ai took out a box of fruit from her lunch bag, opened the lid and handed it to him.

Fu Xize glanced at the fruit box. It was half dragon fruit and half cherry tomatoes. It was low in sugar and low in GI, and was indeed suitable for weight loss. Fu Xize took it and ate it.

Xin Ai took out a paper bag of whole wheat bread.

What can Fu Xize do? Eat bread.

Xin Ai's lunch bag was like Doraemon's pocket, with an endless supply of food. He took out two boxes of three-yuan milk, inserted a straw into it, pushed one box to him, and kept one box for himself.

Fu Xize inhaled the milk violently.

In the end, Xin Ai took out a pot of hot water and poured half of it for Fu Xize.

Fu Xize looked at the food on the table in front of him and asked, "Are they gone?"

Xin Ai nodded: "That's all."

Fu Xize teased with a smile: "You are quite good at pretending."

Xin Ai replied: "My mother knows that I won't waste food, so she brings me a lot of food every day so that I don't have to buy snacks."

In Fu Xize's childhood memories, other children paid for candy, spicy strips and various snacks, while Xin Ai quietly opened his lunch box and ate a few bites of diet food to maintain his health. However, he still felt the silent warmth in it. He said, "It's good, very healthy."

Xin Ai spread his hands: "I have been forced to maintain my health since I was a baby until now."

Fu Xize laughed.

The two chatted casually, and the male student in the front row suddenly turned to look at Xin Ai: "Classmate, you are so... pretty, you should not be from our school, the professor didn't even call on you just now."

Xin Ai explained: "I am from the Academy of Fine Arts, but I did not choose this class. I took this class with Fu Xize."

The male classmate asked: "Is that so? Then what is your major?"

Xin Ai said: "Painting."

The male student pinched his chin with his left hand, inadvertently revealing a gold Rolex watch on his wrist. He talked freely: "Our school is more science-oriented, and the art academy is average. The stronger majors in the art academy should be design-related. Pure art majors such as painting... are not so good. You can't get into other art academies to come to our school."

Xin Ai looked confused, but this classmate didn't need to speak out his inner thoughts.

It was the first time that Xin Ai realized that there was a chain of contempt between departments and majors in prestigious universities. Isn't it amazing to get into a prestigious university? Besides, do I know you well, classmate? What does it have to do with you which university I get into or which major I study? I need your advice.

Xin Ai was too lazy to talk anymore, he just said "hmm" vaguely.

The male classmate saw Xin Ai's open sketchbook filled with notes and formulas. He took it and looked at it, then said with a smile: "You are still taking notes in this kind of class. Can an art student like you understand it?"

Then, she threw the notes to him again, "That's right, it's precisely because you don't understand that you have to take notes desperately."

Xin Ai frowned: "..."

I say, brother, your sense of superiority is about to overflow.

The male student said: "It's okay if you don't understand. I can teach you. I got 143 in math on the college entrance examination."

Xin Ai: “…”

Xin Ai knows that even in 2023, the whole society is prejudiced against art students. People instinctively think that you can only take the art exam because you are not good at academic subjects. However, art also requires talent and diligence. All top art academies are entered by a large number of people who have to compete against each other for a single place. Not only do they require your art exam scores, but also your academic scores. If you want to go to a better art academy, your academic scores must be above the key line.

This classmate's prejudice against him is understandable. Those who can be admitted to this school are basically the top students in their respective places. Those who pass the key line are considered as poor students to the top students. This is a kind of superiority of the top students over the poor students.

Furthermore, academic qualifications do not represent one’s character. Some people like to find a sense of existence by suppressing and belittling others.

Xin Ai ignored him and propped up her head to look at Fu Xize. Looking at more handsome guys is good for physical and mental health. Having awkward conversation with such an arrogant man is just a waste of life.

Fu Xize saw Xin Ai looking over, and he said coldly, "Why are you looking at me? I only got 149 in math in the college entrance examination, so I can't teach you."

Xin Ai smiled.

The male student in the front row was mocked and glared at Fu Xize. He wanted to say something, but the bell rang and the professor said, "Okay, class is about to start. Let's continue from the last class..."

The male student had no choice but to turn around and listen to the class carefully.

The world is finally quiet.

Xin Ai took notes while listening to the lectures, wandering in the ocean of knowledge instead of listening to other people's chatter.

Halfway through the class, the professor wrote a math problem on the blackboard for the students to solve, and said that they would get extra credit if they solved it correctly.

The questions are difficult and far beyond the teaching content of this class.

Xin Ai worked out the problem in her sketchbook, tapped the shoulder of the boy in the front row with a pen, and asked with a smile, "Do you know how to solve this problem?"

The male student shook his head: "This question is very difficult. I think it will take me some time to figure it out."

Then, Xin Ai raised his hand again.

Xin Ai was the only one who raised his hand in the huge classroom, so the professor naturally called on him to answer.

Xin Ai had just finished the college entrance examination, and his learning and calculation abilities were at their peak. He listened carefully. It was just a question, not difficult. He gave the steps and answers in an orderly manner.

The professor nodded repeatedly, obviously this was the correct answer.

He picked up the sign-in book and said, "This handsome guy who came in with Fu Xize, I didn't call you out before. What's your name? I'll add your usual points."

Xin Ai saw that the professor recognized him, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm from the Academy of Fine Arts, and I don't have this class. Can you help add this to Fu Xize?"

The professor exclaimed: "You are from the Academy of Fine Arts and you are so good at math."

Xin Ai quickly said, "No, no, I just happen to know how to do it."

The professor replied: "Just knowing it is a skill, and so many people just don't know it."

Xin Ai was amused throughout the whole process. This professor spoke very nicely and was indeed a top talent who could teach in a famous university.

The professor raised his hand and pressed it down, motioning Xin Ai to sit down, and then said: "If you do it right, you will get a reward. I will help you add the usual share to Fu Xize."

After saying that, he took out the sign-in book and gave Fu Xize the average score.

Classmates were shocked: "Is this even possible?!"

"You can also find foreign aid to increase your usual points!"

The professor said, "Of course, the questions I assign are not easy. Whoever solves them will be rewarded. You can even go to the School of Mathematics and find a family member to solve the questions I assign for you and earn you regular credits."

After hearing what the professor said, the students in the class could only accept it and turned to look at Fu Xize and his family in the back row.

This one look is stunning; these two are so handsome and a perfect match.

Fu Xize was used to this.

A prominent figure like Xin Ai was also very popular in college.

He is really handsome and awesome.

Xin Ai sat down and tapped the shoulder of the boy in the front row with a pen.

The male student turned his head subconsciously.

Xin Ai smiled and said, "I know the answer to this question."

After a pause, he added, "But I'm not going to teach you."

The classmate's face immediately turned red and white, he was very angry. He glanced at Fu Xize again, obviously not thinking that it was the student union of the Academy of Fine Arts, but that Fu Xize wrote down the steps to solve the problem and gave them to Xin Ai specifically to slap him in the face.

Fu Xize was glared at again, looking very innocent.

He was a recognized loser in the affiliated high school. When the teacher called on him to answer a question in class, he couldn't answer a single word. This classmate obviously overestimated him. He actually thought he could solve such a difficult question, which could only be solved by real academic masters like Xin Ai and Qi Chu.

The idiot really can't do that.

The two lessons of "Linear Algebra" were completed quickly.

During the break, when changing classrooms, Xin Ai followed Fu Xize to move to other classrooms.

Passing by the restroom, Fu Xize greeted Xin Ai in advance: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Xin Ai followed with big strides.

Fu Xize stopped and said, "You have to come with me to the bathroom too."

Upon hearing this, Xin Ai licked her lips and smiled. It didn't matter whether she followed or not. This man had seen it before, he had actually tried it. No, he had used it for a long time.

Fu Xize went into the bathroom and washed his hands at the sink.

After waiting for a while, the male student in the front row finished his toilet and was about to leave. Fu Xize had a subtle dislike for this behavior of not washing hands. He didn't know this guy, so it was difficult to remind him. He just called him: "The student who scored 143 in the college entrance examination?"

The classmate recognized Fu Xize and looked over with frowned brows: "What's wrong?"

Fu Xize said in a low voice: "Do you know how much the art student who was sitting behind you scored in the math exam?"

The classmate asked, "Is it 100 points?"

Fu Xize said firmly: "150."

The classmates were stunned.

Fu Xize knew that this classmate's mention of the college entrance examination math score was enough to show his pride in this result. If the students from the Academy of Fine Arts solved the problem that he couldn't solve, he would only suspect that Xin Ai cheated instead of thinking that Xin Ai was capable.

Fu Xize stated the facts coldly: "He is just an art student. He sketched everywhere in his first year of high school, started art training in his second year, and was busy with art exams in his third year. He just sprinted for cultural scores in the second semester of his third year, and even with that, he scored better than me."

"I'm not kidding you when I say I can't teach him, because I really can't teach him."

"He has always had better grades than me since he was young. I have never beaten him in exams since I was young."

After saying this, Fu Xize turned off the faucet and strode out of the bathroom.

As soon as he came out, he saw Xin Ai standing there holding the succulent, looking at him with a smile.

Fu Xize was stunned.

Fu Xize is confused that Xin Ai's pursuit of him is justified. Compared with Xin Ai, Fu Xize feels that he is very ordinary.

As for family background, he had nothing to speak of; his appearance was ordinary; as for academics, he was a slacker; as for personality, he was extremely lazy and had no ambition to achieve anything earth-shattering; as for exams, as a liberal arts student, he had never beaten Xin Ai, an art student.

Xin Ai is the real celebrity in the Affiliated High School. A bunch of people are surrounding him and countless people are paying attention to him silently.

Xin Ai pursues Fu Xize...

Fu Xize's thought was, is Xin Ai blind? Or was she so devastated by Qi Chu's rejection that she chose him? !