Although he didn't know what was wrong with the young master's temper, Qin Zigui calmly reminded him, "I don't mind you interfering with my clothing choices over three yuan and two mao, but I have to remind you that the school uniform shirts are only white."

Sheng Yan: "...?"

School uniform?

He looked down and tapped on Yu Chen's profile picture to confirm that Qin Zigui was indeed wearing a school uniform shirt.

A tall, slender boy in a white shirt walked in the deep shade of the sycamore trees in the setting sun, looking just like a poster for a youth campus movie.

However, the school uniform shirts of Shishi Foreign Language School are too big and the fabric is too loose. Most boys of this age are as thin as bamboo poles, so they have always been jokingly called the exclusive sacks of Shishi Foreign Language School. Sheng Yan disliked them so much that he did not wear them for two years. How come Qin Zigui wears them so well?

Sheng Yan frowned and looked up at Qin Zigui. Then he saw Qin Zigui's broad shoulders. Looking over Qin Zigui's shoulders at the mirror behind him, he saw his own thin shoulder bones, which were clearly those of a young man.

Sheng Yan: "..."

A brief silence.

He understood.

That old bastard Qin Zigui must have been secretly taking calcium supplements behind his back!

Sheng Yan finally found a reason to be angry, so he acted unreasonably and confidently: "Then you won't not wear the school uniform?"

"?" Qin Zigui didn't quite understand why Sheng Yan suddenly got hung up on white shirts, but it didn't matter anyway, so he nodded casually: "Okay, whatever you say."

Then he bent down and took a new bath towel from the cabinet: "Take a shower, change your clothes, don't catch a cold."

Sheng Yan hadn't noticed it at first, but after hearing what he said, he felt sticky all over, so he didn't say anything more. He drank the milk in the bag in one gulp, crumpled up the packaging, threw it into the trash can, helped Qin Zigui, who looked like he could hardly walk on his own, back to bed, and then picked up his pajamas and went into the bathroom.

The bathroom door closed, and soon the sound of rushing water could be heard.

Following the instructions of Young Master Sheng, Qin Zigui changed into a black T-shirt, walked to his desk, picked up his phone, and was about to ask Chen Yubai what his homework was when the doorbell started ringing frantically.

"Old Qin, Brother Qin, Chairman Qin, open the door, I've come to bring you warmth on behalf of the organization." Chen Yubai's lazy voice came from outside the door.

Qin Zigui walked slowly and methodically through the corridor and dining room with a fairly normal gait. He opened the door, looked at Chen Yubai standing outside with one backpack on his back, another in his left hand, and yet another in his right, and asked, "What brings you here?"

Chen Yubai held up the two schoolbags in his hands: "Your homework, Weasel asked me to deliver it to you, and also asked me to tell Sheng Yan that he took two days off in three days. This kind of behavior is called 'a lazy donkey on a millstone,' so in order to urge him on, he is required to revise all the papers for the final exams on his own today, otherwise he will have to copy all the wrong questions from this exam, including the question stems, ten times."

Qin Zigui took the schoolbag: "Didn't I ask for leave together with him?"

"Oh, as for you, the weasel said to rest well, take good care of yourself, and sharpen your axe before chopping wood." Chen Yubai's speech was always slow and leisurely, with a particularly casual and nonchalant sense of sarcasm.

Qin Zigui frowned slightly as he listened, seemingly dissatisfied with Huang Shuliang's biased attitude.

Chen Yubai knew he was dissatisfied on Sheng Yan's behalf, but didn't want to get involved in their affairs, so he didn't continue the conversation. He just glanced at Qin Zigui's two perfectly fine long legs standing on the ground and asked, "Not lame?"

Qin Zigui remained expressionless: "He's crippled."

Chen Yubai: "...Understood."

A tacit silence.

Chen Yubai said, "Feel free to ask if you need any brothers to cooperate in the performance."

Qin Zigui ignored him: "Just make things less troublesome."

"We shouldn't cause trouble there," Chen Yubai said, confident in his ability to be a great teammate. "But speaking of which, I do have something I'm not sure if I should give it to you."

Qin Zigui raised an eyebrow slightly.

Chen Yubai took out a cup of milk tea from his schoolbag: "Yu Chen from Class 6 asked me to give this to you. She said that Sheng Yan hit you, and as the class monitor, she apologized on his behalf."

"Sheng Yan hit me?"

Qin Zigui keenly grasped the key point.

Chen Yubai hummed in agreement: "That's what everyone in the grade is saying now. They say it's because you caught Sheng Yan skipping class, which caused him to be punished by the weasel by copying the student code of conduct. He then mocked you for being a bad guy, and the two of you met up in the back alley at noon and got into a fight. You both ended up in the hospital, and from then on, you became sworn enemies."

Qin Zigui: "..."

I wonder what those people would think if they knew that Sheng Yan was currently in his bathroom, soaking in his bathtub, and taking a bath with his shower gel.

"But who is Yu Chen?"

Qin Zigui asked the question earnestly.

Chen Yubai: "..."

Alright, Qin Zigui may only ever know people with the surname Sheng in his entire life.

He took out his phone, opened Yu Chen's WeChat contact card, and held it up to Qin Zigui: "This is it. He treats you like a male god. He even set his WeChat profile picture to yours, saying it's to motivate himself to get into Tsinghua or Peking University from Class 6. Can't you be a little more considerate?"

Qin Zigui didn't pay much attention to what he said, but he did notice that the girl's WeChat profile picture was of himself.

Me in a white shirt.

Moreover, he was from Class 6 and knew Sheng Yan.

In that instant, Qin Zigui felt as if he understood where Sheng Yan's temper had suddenly come from.

He still couldn't determine the exact reason.

Because Sheng Yan was probably a pufferfish spirit in his past life, his thought process could suddenly explode with anything.

However, this flavor of milk tea is what Sheng Yan likes to drink.

I wonder if drinking it will calm me down.

Thinking it over, Qin Zigui took the milk tea from Chen Yubai's hand: "I'll take this cup. Buy another one of the same kind for me and return it to that girl. Just say I didn't accept it."

Chen Yubai: "?"

Just as he was about to ask a question, Sheng Yan's voice came from inside the room: "Qin Zigui! Where is he?!"

Then Qin Zigui, with a blank expression, slammed the door shut without hesitation and turned around to reply, "I'm here."

Chen Yubai, who was left outside the door and almost had his nose flattened by the sudden attack, was left speechless: "???"

Use it and then throw it away?!

Is Qin Zigui even human?!

Sheng Yan, who had just finished showering and was drying his hair, was unaware of what had happened. As soon as he stepped out of the room, he saw Qin Zigui leaning against the door, his injured leg slightly bent, looking a little uncomfortable. He frowned and asked, "Your leg is like this, why are you running around?"

"Huang Shuliang asked Chen Yubai to bring us our homework."

As Qin Zigui spoke, he also relayed the homework and punishment that the weasel had assigned to Sheng Yan.

Sheng Yan, wiping his hair, stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

When she saw Qin Zigui about to bend down and pick up the schoolbag from the ground, she realized what was happening and threw down the towel, saying, "Don't move."

Then, carrying the schoolbag in one hand and supporting the incredibly frail Qin Zigui with the other, they carried her back to her room.

After carrying him, I tossed Qin Zigui onto the bed, ready to lecture him about not running around aimlessly. But before I could even put my hands on my hips, I caught a glimpse of the milk tea in Qin Zigui's hand. So the words that were on the tip of my tongue turned into, "Where did you get this?"

Qin Zigui was about to speak.

Sheng Yan seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Did Yu Chen have Chen Yu give it to you for free?"

It counts, but not entirely.

Qin Zigui didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

This brief hesitation was immediately interpreted by Sheng Yan as tacit agreement, and an extreme displeasure instantly filled every cell of his body: "Trash!"

Qin Zigui: "?"

He hadn't even realized how rubbish he'd made again.

Sheng Yan angrily retorted, "Go drink your milk tea! Don't talk to me for 24 hours! Don't disturb my studies!"

After saying that, he picked up his schoolbag and slammed it onto the desk, took out the test paper and spread it on the desk, then sat down in front of the desk with his back to Qin Zigui. It seemed that he really didn't want to talk to Qin Zigui anymore.

Qin Zigui looked at the milk tea in her hand, wondering if Sheng Yan had a grudge against Yu Chen, or if he was resentful because Yu Chen thought he was a male god, or for some other reason.

She was just afraid that the relationship between her and Sheng Yan, which had finally eased up after their playful arguments, might accidentally break down again. So she pursed her lips slightly, lowered her eyelashes, placed the milk tea where Sheng Yan could easily reach it, and then said nothing more.

The silence only fueled Sheng Yan's anger. He wanted to lash out, but then he remembered the task assigned by the app: not to lose his temper for 24 hours. He wanted to slam the door and leave, but he also had to take care of him closely. He was inexplicably angry and couldn't vent his anger. So he could only grab a pen and start revising the papers.

But after a couple of tries, it stopped moving.

This exam paper is fucking hard.

Although his and Qin Zigui's assignments appeared to be the same—both were revising final exam papers—there were actually significant differences between them.

Because the full score is 750, Qin Zigui scored 723. He lost 4 points on the Chinese composition, 5 points on the reading comprehension, 6 points on the subjective analysis question, and 2 points on the English composition. Apart from these, he had very few mistakes.

Sheng Yan scored 327 points. Excluding the subjective questions and the essay, very few of his answers were correct and did not require revision.

So the two of them, one leaning against the headboard, one leg bent, twirling a pen absentmindedly, thinking about something very important to him, lost in thought.

The other one lay on the table, staring at the red crosses all over the mountainside, his soft hair angrily ruffled into a mess, feeling a buzzing pain in his forehead.

Sheng Yan felt that the homework assigned by the weasel was completely unreasonable.

If he knows how to revise a test paper, then doesn't that mean he knows the correct answer? If he already knows the correct answer, how could he possibly make a mistake during the exam?

It's not like these questions, which were unfamiliar with him before, suddenly became familiar with him after only two days. How could the weasel not understand such simple logic?

Sheng Yan looked at these questions over and over again, but no matter how he looked at them, he couldn't understand them, and the more he couldn't understand them, the more frustrated he became.

I was going to ask Qin Zigui, but when I turned around, I saw Qin Zigui leaning against the headboard, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, bending his long legs, and lowering his head slightly. His skin looked cold and glaring against the black T-shirt, and his dark eyebrows and eyes looked even more intense. He seemed to look even more like a refined scoundrel, which made me even angrier.

Rubbish.

All you do all day is show off and attract attention! You trash!

I bought him a super-sized milk tea with lots of toppings for lunch, but he didn't drink a drop. Then he turned around and accepted someone else's milk tea. I'm so annoyed.

Sheng Yan didn't know what he was angry about. He just felt suffocated at the thought that if Qin Zigui really got a girlfriend, he wouldn't have time to hang out with him anymore and wouldn't be as nice to him as before. He found Qin Zigui to be incredibly annoying.

He also felt that what he was doing was very unreasonable.

But he just couldn't articulate the reasoning behind it.

Anyway, all he knows is that he doesn't want to talk to Qin Zigui right now, but if he doesn't talk to Qin Zigui, he won't be able to do these questions, and if he can't do them, he won't be able to finish revising them, and if he can't finish revising them, he'll have to copy the wrong questions ten times with the question stem.

What's the difference between that and killing him?

Moreover, the wishing system's quota won't be refreshed until next Wednesday. How am I supposed to get through these few days in between? Sheng Yan lay on the table, his beautiful eyes filled with despair and impatience.

If I had known better than to waste my wish on Qin Zigui, that heartless show-off who's only worth three yuan and two mao, I would have just wished for passing every subject in the next exam.

Sheng Yan thought this, but he had no intention of opening the Wish Come True app to change his wish.

Just thinking about passing every subject in the next exam, he suddenly paused, then sat up abruptly. Right, he didn't only know Qin Zigui, the academic star!

Didn't Gou You introduce him to a "handsome god" at noon so he could pass the exam?

Ask him!

Sheng Yan thought he was incredibly clever, since problems that could be solved with money weren't really problems. So he immediately took out his phone, opened QQ, clicked on the profile picture of the world's most handsome guy, and sent a message: [Are you there?]

The other side replied quickly: [?]

[S.]: Do you accept new business?

[The World's Most Handsome Guy]: ?

[S.]: Correcting wrong questions on the test paper: 10 yuan for each multiple choice/fill-in-the-blank question, 20 yuan for each essay question. Want to do it?

[The World's Most Handsome Man]: ...

[The World's Most Handsome Guy]: Wait a minute, let me think about it.

What else is there to consider?

Sheng Yan raised an eyebrow.

Just this set of test papers alone costs nearly a thousand yuan. Isn't that easier than organizing study materials?

Or is it that the money isn't enough?

Sheng Yan thought for a moment and then sent a message: [If you think the price is too low, feel free to open any shop. Money is no object.]

Anyway, he has plenty of wives, enough for him to do whatever he wants.

However, after a while, the other party replied: "[This isn't about the money]."

[S.]: ?

[The Most Handsome Man in the World]: It's mainly a scheduling issue.

[S.]: ? ?

[The Most Handsome Man in the World]: I really don't have time lately, but if you're in a hurry, there is a way.

[S.]: Tell me about it.

[The Most Handsome Man in the World]: I have a colleague I can introduce you to. He's in the same year as you, and his grades are excellent, but his family background is quite pitiful, so he might need this service even more than I do. If you're interested, add this number.

[The Most Handsome Man in the World]: Pushing out the business card [The Most Poor Little Guy in the World]

Sheng Yan opened the business card and looked at the same "Funeral Love Family" emo avatar and ID: "..."

They really are a gang; they all seem unreliable.

However, he didn't have much of a choice, so he could only try anything, quickly replying with "[Okay, thanks]" and requesting to add him as a friend.

The other party had probably already communicated with [The Most Handsome Man in the World], as the friend request was accepted very quickly.

Sheng Yan got straight to the point, not bothering with pleasantries. He sent over the payment details and a photo of his exam paper, then asked, "[Bro, is everything alright? Our exam papers at Shishi Foreign Language School are probably harder than those of other schools, so just say if you don't know the answer.]"

He was telling the truth, because Shishi Foreign Language School has always taught beyond the curriculum and created its own exams, which are much more difficult than those of ordinary public key municipal schools. Therefore, top students from other schools may not be able to do well in Shishi Foreign Language School and may not be able to answer some of the more challenging questions.

However, the other party replied succinctly and forcefully: [Not difficult, simple]

[S.]: ? ?

[The Most Pitiful Person Under Heaven]: I can score at least 720 points.

[S.]: ? ? ?

[S.]: Bro, don't brag. My best buddy, who always gets first place in the city's joint exams, only got 723 on this test. You think you can beat him?

[The Most Poor Thing in the World]: Since he's so strong, why don't you go after him?

[S.]: ...

[S.]: Not familiar with.

[The Most Poor Little Thing in the World]: Not the best buddy?

Sheng Yan: "..."

This person is so annoying.

He lowered his head and typed rapidly, about to reply: "[In our business dealings, can we please refrain from discussing personal matters?]"

The other party immediately sent a message: [Are you having a fight?]

Sheng Yan: "..."

This guy's got something.

Soon, the other party sent a message: [If you don't mind, we can actually talk, because my best friend and I have been having a fight lately, and maybe we can empathize with each other.]

She paused slightly, then added: "[After all, there are things that are hard to say between acquaintances but are easier to say to strangers. Besides, those involved are often blinded, while bystanders see things more clearly. Who knows, it might be of some use.]"

Too.

Sheng Yan is not usually the type of person who likes to discuss his emotional issues with others, because his emotions are always direct and clear, come and go quickly, and are generally not a problem.

But he himself found this feeling of irritability today rather inexplicable.

Moreover, he has never been one to keep secrets; he feels uneasy if he keeps something bottled up inside.

The other person seemed to be a decent person to talk to.

After all, the other party doesn't know who I am, and I'm not revealing any personal information or using my full name. So what's said is said. At worst, I can just treat it as a confessional, which is better than keeping it bottled up for no reason.

Sheng Yan pursed his lips, hesitated briefly, and then solemnly typed out: [What would you do if you suddenly found your best friend's handsomeness annoying?]

At the moment the message was sent.

Qin Zigui, standing behind him, unconsciously raised his eyebrows slightly.