In Ying Qian's memory, during morning reading sessions, the homeroom teacher would definitely be peering through the windows, as if they wanted to install surveillance cameras in every corner of the classroom, leaving no blind spots and magnifying everything infinitely.

Anyone who slacks off will be dragged out and given a dressing-down.

However, Class 3 seems a bit different, or rather, Wang Mengyao has a unique style.

"Stop looking." Chen Wenzhi covered his face with a book, leaving one side of his face for Ying Qian, as if he had already figured out her thoughts. "If Teacher Wang can stay in the office, she won't come to the classroom."

Ying Qian turned her head, pouted, and asked, "Do you have mind-reading abilities?"

Chen Wenzhi raised an eyebrow slightly and said mysteriously, "I can't help it if you think that way."

"..."

Most of the students in Class 3 are self-disciplined. When the class representative reads aloud in the morning, he rests his arms on the podium and does so for the entire morning reading session.

"Ying Qian! Come out for a moment."

Ying Qian looked out the window; Wang Mengyao had finally peered out!

She ran out excitedly.

Upon hearing the sound, Chen Wenzhi kept his eyes straight ahead, concentrating on calculating the problem on the draft paper.

Occasionally I stop writing, but it's not because my thoughts are stuck.

Instead, he quietly listened to the conversation between the two people outside the window.

He really felt like there was something wrong with him; whenever he had that thought, he would continue to bury himself in writing the questions.

Ren Yi, who was sitting in front of him, nudged the edge of his desk with his arm, causing the desk to vibrate.

Chen Wenzhi gritted his teeth and ignored him.

Ren Yi looked up at Chen Wenzhi and asked with great interest, "Chen Wenzhi, what's the background of this beautiful woman who just appeared out of nowhere?"

He paused, pen in hand, and impatiently raised his eyelids, his thin lips parting slightly: "I don't know."

Ren Yi didn't believe it.

“I’ve never seen you play the hero and save a damsel in distress! Chen Wenzhi, aren’t you uninterested in any women?” he said, his argument logical and well-founded.

"Besides, speaking of looks, our school's beauty queen, what's her name again? The one who used to chase after you!" Ren Yi racked his brains for a long time before finally remembering, "Right! Xu Yuan, right!"

Upon hearing the name, he didn't react much, his brow twitched slightly, and he stretched out his palm, carefully controlling the force, and slapped Ren Yi's face quickly and accurately.

"You... are Ren Yi?" As soon as she got to her seat, Ying Qian circled around, taking in Ren Yi's entire appearance. He was lying on his back with his face pinned down by Chen Wenzhi.

Ren Yi sprang to his feet with a quick movement, beaming and very familiar with the place: "Little beauty, which school did you go to before?"

"Little beauty?" Ying Qian thought to herself, "I'm quite satisfied with this title."

She couldn't help but look at Chen Wenzhi's reaction. The corners of his mouth curled up, and the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye gleamed with a captivating light.

"Ugh~" Ren Yi said with dissatisfaction, "Let's get down to business first, little beauty!"

"Your attitude isn't good." She chuckled and turned to sit down.

"Please!" Ren Yi clasped his hands together, his tone devout, and if you looked closely, you could see tears that he had managed to squeeze out.

Ying Qian pursed her lips, and while taking down the books she needed for the next class, she said, "I studied at Qincheng No. 1 High School in the first semester of my first year of high school. I got sick and was in the hospital in the second semester, so I came here in my second year of high school."

"Why?" Ren Yi pressed, looking like a hungry lapdog eyeing a big bone.

"Of course it's because you're cured."

Ren Yi nodded repeatedly, wanting to ask more questions.

Ying Qian made a "shh" gesture. Ren Yi was talking too much nonsense, and she hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise to get to the point.

He looked around furtively to make sure no one was watching, then did as he was told, keeping his mouth shut perfectly.

"Teacher Wang asked me to find you during the long break to go with me to get my school uniform."

Disappointment flashed across Ren Yi's eyes at first, but then he realized what was happening, pointed to himself uncertainly, and his eyes lit up as if this was a great joy!

"Hmm." Ying Qian smiled slightly, resting her chin on her hand as she carefully observed Ren Yi. "He looks quite convincing."

He felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at like that, as if he were a fool. He reached under the table and grabbed Chen Wenzhi's thigh, trying to get help.

Chen Wenzhi glared at him, then reached out with her left hand, which was tucked into her pocket, and ruthlessly slapped his hand away, focusing all her attention on the major questions of the exam.

"Teacher Wang said you're very introverted, but I didn't realize that." No matter how she looked at it, Ren Yi's eyes were crooked, and he didn't seem like an introverted person.

Ren Yi's eyes were shrewd. "It's all a persona!"

He was actually the class monitor, and his grades were also quite good.

Ren Yi violated school rules, dyed his hair brown, and had a roguish charm. A tuft of hair always stuck up on the top of his head, and the hair in front of his forehead was almost up to his eyebrows. He always spoke in a nonchalant and irreverent manner.

"Never mind," Ying Qian said softly. "Tell me where the academic affairs office is, and I'll go get my school uniform myself during the long break."

"Sigh...me." Ren Yi raised his hand, trying to seize the opportunity.

"I'll go with you."

His voice, tinged with laughter, rang in her ears, and his breath patted her earlobe. Ying Qian felt a ticklish sensation, as if her whole body was on fire.

Chen Wenzhi finished the questions and tossed the paper aside; clearly, he was more interested in Ying Qian's matter.

"Will it work?" he asked.

The answer doesn't matter; whether he agrees or disagrees, he will go with them.

Ying Qian smiled and nodded, "Mm."

Ren Yi got away scot-free, and with a dark face, he complained, "Chen Wenzhi, you're really something!"

His eyes were full of disdain: "The pretty girl clearly came to me!"

Chen Wenzhi pushed away Ren Yi's lecherous face with disdain, "I'm afraid you'll embarrass Class Three by bringing her along."

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere became tense. Ren Yi glanced at Ying Qian, who was clenching her fists.

"Chen Wenzhi, do you want to hear what you're saying for yourself?" she said angrily, picking up a stool and deliberately keeping a distance.

She gave a soft hum and said solemnly, "Neither of you need to come with me this morning! I'll go by myself!"