Ying Qian was attending online classes for half a day when she suddenly realized she hadn't brought her pen. She turned around and made a confident lunge, aiming at the backpack on the bed, while glancing at the person in front of the door out of the corner of her eye.

etc…

There's someone at the door! Who is it?

She looked up blankly and found Meng Beiyan standing in the doorway. She was half-lying on the bed, her schoolbag not even touching the ground. She could only manage a few dry laughs as she looked up, "Brother? Is something the matter?"

"Um, you..." He felt a little embarrassed, like he'd been caught red-handed, but still said with an unchanging expression, "It's nothing."

"Huh?" Ying Qian stared blankly at Meng Beiyan's back, then chuckled, ultimately not getting any answers.

She was completely confused. Never mind, that's not the important thing. She quickly opened her schoolbag.

The scene before him was unbelievable! There was only a printed document in her backpack and a pencil case in a hidden compartment. She picked up the document and flipped through a few pages.

These are actually physics competition questions from various regions over the years.

And it's all done!

The person who set this question is quite something, Ying Qian smiled. She couldn't write out the answers to this question from the material right now.

She continued flipping through the pages, trying to find some useful information.

His name was written on the last page...

Ying Qian was very interested in this person. His handwriting was elegant and graceful, and at the very bottom of the last blank page were three words written: Chen Wenzhi.

Suddenly, the image of a person flashed through my mind.

She seemed to already know the answer: the third person in the exam room, the boy with the same backpack.

Just as she was pondering this, her phone rang. Ying Qian saw that it was an unknown number on the screen and answered it impatiently.

"Hey, classmate, are you Ying Qian?" The male voice sounded impatient.

"Yes, it's me." She didn't want to pay any attention to him and was still flipping through the document.

"I am Chen Wenzhi."

"Huh?" Ying Qian's eyes widened as she quickly looked at the name at the very end of the last page. Yes, that's him, Chen Wenzhi...

"Leave it to me." Ying Qian spoke slowly, genuinely afraid of being beaten.

"I know." The man looked quite anxious. "Let's set a time to meet tomorrow."

"Name a time." Ying Qian hurriedly stuffed the documents back into her bag.

"Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, at the entrance of No. 6 Middle School."

The call is about to end.

Ying Qian stopped her: "Wait a minute, I have another question to ask."

"ask."

"How did you get my contact information?" Ying Qian wanted to investigate this thoroughly.

"..."

The air suddenly froze.

In just a few seconds, all sorts of Mary Sue scenarios flashed through Ying Qian's mind, such as him actually having a crush on her for a long time! He deliberately stole her bag! Then, she ran away and he chased after her…

They have no chance of escaping!

Chen Wenzhi continued calmly, "There's a note tucked in your math book. Do you want me to read it to you?"

Ying Qian remembered something...

Once, I went to the library to brush up on my math, but I couldn't figure out how to solve a problem, so I angrily tore up my scratch paper and wrote a line:

Oh my god! I really can't write this! Dear question setter, if you see this string of numbers, please tell me how to solve it. [Number]

She coughed awkwardly a few times.

"Is there anything else you want to ask, Ying Qian?" The voice on the other end of the line was drawn out, as if he wanted to continue the call.

Why did her attitude suddenly become so much better? Ying Qian wondered to herself.

Where is that No. 6 Middle School?

"You really are a blockhead," Chen Wenzhi said. "Don't you remember the way to the exam hall?"

oh!

Ying Qian then remembered that No. 6 Middle School was her exam venue; no wonder it sounded so familiar.

Before Ying Qian could ask any more questions, the call was disconnected.

Why did your attitude suddenly turn so bad again...?

"Dinner's ready, kids!"

Upon hearing Aunt Tang's instruction to serve the meal, Ying Qian rushed out immediately.

Seeing her grinning from ear to ear, Tang Yawen gently pinched the tip of her nose and said, "You little glutton, you run the fastest."

She shrank back, calling out sweetly, "Aunt Tang~"

When Meng Beiyan came downstairs and saw this scene, the corners of his lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

Then, Meng Xuhe pushed open the door and came out to eat.

Although there were only four people, Tang Ya-wen cooked a whole table of dishes. She had finally gotten a break, and her son was back, so of course she wanted to treat her son and the two girls who had just finished their exams.

Ying Qian's eyes lit up, and after Tang Yawen put down her chopsticks, she couldn't wait to grab a few pieces of beef and wolf them down. In contrast, Meng Xuhe chewed slowly and carefully.

"Aunt Tang, the dishes you make are really comparable to those of a five-star chef."

Tang Ya-wen was very happy to be praised.

Meng Beiyan sat next to Ying Qian. The scent of cologne was intoxicating, and he subconsciously served food to the restless girl next to him.

Ying Qian looked at him with a puzzled expression and said, "Thank you, brother."

Tang Ya-wen exclaimed "Oh dear!" and said excitedly, "Why are you thanking me, Xiao-qian! We're all family! Family doesn't need to be so formal!"

She felt genuinely sorry for the child.

Ying Qian responded with a smile, a fleeting glint of tears in her eyes, which she quickly concealed.

To be honest, she didn't truly feel Tang Yawen's love; she felt more sympathy and pity. For Ying Qian, having a place to stay was already the best thing.