It was one o'clock in the morning when the two of them had just entered the house.

Chen Wenzhi was already exhausted, but he mustered his energy to apply medicine to Ying Qian's knee.

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.

Ying Qian frowned and said honestly, "Of course it hurts..."

Applying alcohol to a wound is worse than rubbing salt into it!

She silently observed his tired and sleepy appearance, feeling it was inappropriate to trouble him further, and said, "You should go back to sleep; you have to go to school tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Chen Wenzhi didn't refuse, and after applying the wound medicine evenly, he went downstairs.

I slept without any dreams.

After a few peaceful days, I went straight to the exam hall on Thursday morning.

The examination rooms for arts and science students are not in the same building.

As soon as she arrived at the science exam room, Chen Wenzhi asked her to hold out her hand: "Want to give each other a high five?"

"Huh?" Ying Qian was still checking the exam venue. She was in the back building when she turned around and saw his outstretched hand. She smiled and slapped his hand back. "Good luck!"

After a crisp sound, Chen Wenzhi also laughed. Ying Qian stared wide-eyed, incredulously seeing the fact she had observed: he actually had dimples, very shallow and very cute.

The exams are the usual math and English in the morning, Chinese in the afternoon, and the humanities and sciences combined on Friday morning.

After finishing their exams in the morning, Ying Qian and Shen Yun chatted as they walked to the cafeteria. Even when the line broke up, they stayed close together.

Shen Yun asked with concern, "How difficult do you think this time is?"

Ying Qian clicked her tongue, slightly disgusted, and said, "It's not that difficult. I guess everyone will get high scores this time. But judging by the rankings, it doesn't really matter. I feel like the teachers are all about the same..."

"I think math is pretty difficult," Chen Yun said, lowering his eyes. "There's one big problem I didn't finish..."

“Math isn’t your strong suit.” She patted Shen Yun on the shoulder and analyzed rationally, “Your worst score in math won’t be below 130, and humanities is your strong suit, so there won’t be any problems.”

Hearing her words of comfort, Shen Yun felt a little better, and then changed the subject to what they wanted to eat for lunch.

After lunch, the school arranged for everyone to rest in the examination room.

Many people were silently reciting their lessons.

Ying Qian had been studying late into the night for several nights in a row, and now she was fast asleep, her head resting on the table.

I vaguely heard people discussing something.

"Look at Ying Qian from Class 3, I feel like she doesn't even need to study, she can easily get good grades, and Chen Wenzhi and the others... they're all naturally gifted!"

Another person chimed in, "No, I'm from Class 3. Those two work incredibly hard every day. They seize every opportunity to study and do practice problems, and they're very efficient!"

"Exactly! I saw them going home together earlier! They were even talking about their homework on the bus..."

"Huh? Do all the top students live together?"

"I don't know, but they definitely live together."

...

As I listened, I drifted off to sleep.

She heard many rumors, some praising, some slandering, but she didn't care. From the moment her parents abandoned her, nothing in this world could provoke her anger.

My mind is as still as a stagnant pool.

The afternoon English listening test was as unclear as ever, and the British accent was incomprehensible. Ying Qian vaguely sensed that this person was trying to show off their skills, so it must have been recorded by a teacher from the school... Only a teacher from the school would put on such a show...

After finishing her test, she looked at herself with a sincere expression and apologized for her immature thoughts.

Sometimes, when it comes to taking a test, three parts depend on yourself and seven parts depend on the teacher's mood!

Most students' good mood in the morning was ruined by English, and so were the teachers. Seeing the wide range of expressions on the proctor's face during the listening comprehension section, they knew that everyone was in a precarious situation this time.

After the English exam, school was over. Surprisingly, no one had a smile on their face; everyone looked extremely serious.

Amidst the cacophony, a closer listen revealed a chorus of complaints about the English exam, with some even speculating about who recorded the listening comprehension section and who created the test, declaring their intention to assassinate them in the middle of the night.

Ying Qian laughed without waiting for a reply.

"What's so funny?" Chen Wenzhi slowly walked over.

"How did you feel about the English test?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.

Chen Wenzhi's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a troubled look, "I think I'm alright, my hearing isn't very good... but I can hear most of it, so there's no major problem."

"Hmm, about the same as me."

"Let's not talk about exams anymore, want to go get some fried skewers?" Chen Wenzhi asked, unusually.

Ying Qian stared at him with wide eyes.

He actually asked her if she wanted fried skewers? What a bastard!

"I'll eat...are you treating?" the woman asked weakly, touching her empty wallet in her pocket. "I'm a little short on cash lately..."

Chen Wenzhi didn't seem to be lying; his eyes were resolute: "Of course!"

So Ying Qian rushed to the snack street next to the school, angrily bought 20 yuan worth of fried skewers, brushed them with sweet sauce, and ate them with great relish, her mouth full of savory charm.

"I still want to eat liangpi rice noodles!" She hadn't even swallowed the sausage in her mouth when she rushed to the liangpi stall. "Auntie, one serving of liangpi rice noodles."

"Two portions, please." His voice was cool and pleasant.

"Alright, 12!"

Chen Wenzhi paid before Ying Qian could take out her money, saying, "Didn't I say I was treating?"

She hesitated, wanting to return the money for the cold noodles to him, but then said, "Didn't you say... you'd treat me to barbecue skewers? So I definitely have to pay for the cold noodles myself!"

"Please pay for everything," he said with a smile. "Mr. Chen will cover all your expenses today."

"Tch!" Ying Qian playfully punched his chest.

The two ate at a small stall until dusk.

Chen Wenzhi thoughtfully handed her a few tissues, "Wipe your mouth, you look like a little kitten."

We walked home together, bathed in the setting sun and the evening breeze.

One can only sigh, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's nearing dusk."

Has a scab formed on your knee?

"It's scabbed over, but it still hurts a little," Ying Qian said with a pained expression.

Chen Wenzhi took the blame: "I shouldn't have used alcohol to disinfect you. If it leaves a scar, it will be my fault."

Ying Qian disliked his words and covered his thin lips with her small hand, "You take the blame for everything all day long... I haven't blamed you at all."

Whether I get a scar or not is my own business. Anyway, I don't wear shorts every day. And even if I did, who would stare at my scar every day?

That makes a lot of sense.

Chen Wenzhi was amused by her serious demeanor as she reasoned, especially by her monotone tone, which brought a hint of amusement to his usually calm eyes. He uttered three words with a smile: "That makes sense."

"You're still laughing?" Ying Qian narrowed her shrewd eyes, her voice growing louder. "You're mocking me, aren't you? Was my tone funny? Chen Wenzhi, how rude of you!"

"How could I dare?" he laughed.

Seeing that she was eager to rush up, he took off running, listening as he ran.

He knew Ying Qian couldn't catch up...