Chapter 59 The Cat King revealed too many flaws.

Jiang Yingxu was still in a daze.

This is an extremely rare condition that would occur to him.

After all, his life has always been filled with studying and part-time jobs, and when he has a spare moment to breathe, he thinks about future plans.

There's no time to let your mind wander.

As I took out paper and pen from my schoolbag, my gaze inevitably fell on the "kitten" who was curled up in a ball and purring soundly.

High-latitude props are truly amazing.

Jiang Yingxu examined it carefully, but he could hardly tell the difference between the prop and Shi Miao from their appearance.

But when it comes to their expressions, they are completely different.

Shi Miao was a confident little cat who would lie sprawled out in her sleep, occasionally slapping Jiang Yingxu's body and face with her paw.

Sometimes she would dream of hunting, smacking her little mouth and sending two telegrams, and then kicking Jiang Yingxu's arm like a rabbit.

The prop cat was much quieter and didn't make any other noise.

Jiang Yingxu lowered his eyes and sighed silently.

If he hadn't already known, and hadn't turned a blind eye and pretended not to notice...

This cat king has revealed far too many flaws.

Suddenly, Lai Cheng's particularly loud shout drew everyone's attention to him.

The people from Jiangda Affiliated High School sized up Jiang Yingxu.

The first thing that catches your eye is that exquisitely sculpted face.

Only by adopting a critical mindset can one barely resist the impact of his extreme beauty and notice his ill-fitting clothes with a loose collar, and his worn-out backpack with frayed threads lying beside him.

Details often reveal a lot.

To put it bluntly, competitions are becoming increasingly geared towards the wealthy.

After all, a masterclass costs thousands, and a self-funded training camp costs thousands or even tens of thousands.

If it weren't for their family wealth, they wouldn't be able to make it this far.

The boy who had initially mocked them was still somewhat cautious, asking, "What, is this the ace of your Ningyi High School? What's his name?"

Lai Cheng: "You dare to know the name of the River God?"

The two middle schools were locked in a fierce battle, attracting onlookers from other schools. A boy from Jincheng Zhengde Middle School, however, harbored ill intentions and deliberately provoked the situation.

“I know him because we were in the same exam room last year for the national competition. He is Jiang Yingxu from Ningcheng No.1 Middle School.”

"He's a little genius who won the national competition gold medal for two consecutive years. It's just a pity he was a little short of the required points and didn't make it into the national team."

"Your affiliated high school has finally met its match this time."

It was as if they were speaking up for Ningyi Middle School, but they kept calling him a "little genius" with an unusually flippant tone.

The boy from Jiangda Affiliated High School immediately sneered, "Haven't made it to the national team for two years in a row? What little genius? Just lucky! Sure enough, competitions aren't something poor students like you can dream of."

"I advise you to go back and prepare for the college entrance examination as soon as possible, lest you end up with nothing but empty-handed efforts, wanting everything but getting nothing in return."

Lai Cheng clenched his fists, wanting to angrily retort about how amazing Jiang Yingxu was, but Mao Yuhu pulled him back to his senses.

He can say whatever he wants without any regard for the consequences.

For example, when he was at his own school, he would exclaim in amazement at Jiang Yingxu's almost perfect test paper, jokingly saying that Jiang Yingxu had previously given low marks in the finals and that he would definitely make it into the national training team this year.

Then what?

Those who mock him won't believe it; they'll just think he's exaggerating.

All the terrible and contemptuous words would fall on Jiang Yingxu.

Lai Cheng hesitated, and the people from Jiangda Affiliated High School immediately followed suit.

"Having failed to make it into the national team for two years, he should have known his own limitations long ago. Still dreaming of a guaranteed admission?"

There are always people who have wild fantasies.

"Shouldn't we think about which restaurant we should go to after this training camp? Since the competition was suggested by the teachers of Ningyi Middle School, it wouldn't hurt to choose an expensive one, right?"

The boy from the affiliated high school leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face. His gaze swept over Jiang Yingxu again, lingering on his face for a few more seconds.

His eyes betrayed jealousy and malice, yet he insisted on cloaking himself in a veneer of respectability.

"It's just a game with little suspense, so let's not ruin the friendship between the two schools."

He laughed and said, "Jiang... what was Jiang Xu again? Why aren't you saying anything? You're so withdrawn, your personality is terrible!"

"You can't do it this way, you'll suffer when you enter society."

"Hey, say something."

"..."

Jiang Yingxu lightly rested his fingertips on the draft paper and calmly raised his eyes.

His past experiences shaped his aloof personality.

Don't argue with people about right and wrong, and don't try to distinguish right from wrong, because you'll be accused, cursed, and complained about.

He was used to keeping quiet, and he was also used to speaking directly with facts.

In the past, he wouldn't have bothered to even glance at her, let alone say anything sarcastic.

But what if it's Shi Miao?

If it were a cat, it would probably be bristling and swearing at you right now.

Jiang Yingxu's eyes were as black as ink, like a vast, unfathomable ocean. Just looking at them would bring a strong sense of unease.

The boy from the affiliated high school frowned, about to say something.

Jiang Yingxu suddenly spoke up, calmly asking, "And what about you?"

The boy was taken aback: "What?"

Jiang Yingxu's voice was low and emotionless. "I have two national gold medals. What about you?"

What do you have?

He smiled faintly, "Just one mouth?"

"..."

Lai Cheng muttered a curse under his breath, then shook Mao Yuhu and Shao Hanfei's arms violently, like a restless monkey, as if he wanted to jump up and down on the table.

The two of them were shaken so badly they staggered, but their eyes were bright and burning as they stared at Jiang Yingxu.

The boy from the affiliated high school's face changed drastically. "So what if you won two gold medals? You didn't even make the national team..."

Jiang Yingxu interrupted calmly: "Oh, you don't."

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the entire classroom, as if genuinely asking, "Does anyone else have two gold medals?"

Everyone fell silent.

Shao Hanfei suppressed his lip and said loudly, "It seems there are none left. As expected, our Jiang Shen is still the best."

Mao Yuhu: "Some people pretend to be profound and unfathomable, but they have no achievements to show for it; all they have is a foul mouth."

"No wonder, after all, the identity one has outside is something one gives oneself."

"As long as you're stubborn, you can look down on Jiang Shen, who won two gold medals!"

The boy's face turned pale and then red as he was mocked.

He was confident that he would get a spot in the national team this time, and even his teachers at the affiliated high school praised him for that.

Unfortunately, the national competition hasn't started yet, so he can't even show off his results.

In a fit of anger, he suddenly stood up, pointed at Jiang Yingxu, and said, "There's an exam coming up later. Do you dare to compete with me to see who gets a higher score? If you lose, you'll..."

Jiang Yingxu: "Withdraw from this training camp."

He stared silently into the boy's dark eyes. "Do you dare?"

"..."

The boy was speechless for a moment.

He only wanted Jiang Yingxu to apologize to him in person, and he didn't think he would lose.

But when he met Jiang Yingxu's unwavering gaze, his lips trembled slightly, finding it hard to stop himself from thinking about it—

What if he loses? What if he has to withdraw from this training camp?

Principal Hao went to great lengths to organize this training camp, and the teachers he sought out even had experience working on the competition's question-setting team.

This opportunity is so precious that my parents and teachers have repeatedly told me to make the most of it.

What if...?

Although Lai Cheng was also startled by Jiang Yingxu's words, he immediately joined in, mocking, "After all that shouting, you're not going to be scared now, are you?"

"...Who wouldn't dare!"

The boy gritted his teeth, unable to swallow his pride, and stubbornly declared, "Whoever loses, withdraws from this training camp!"

Footsteps could be faintly heard outside the door; it was the teacher they had invited approaching.

The boy slammed back into his seat, clenching his fists tightly, glaring fiercely at Jiang Yingxu, while trying to reassure himself.

No, it won't.

He was a key player in this year's high school physics competition, aiming for a spot in the national team.

How could I possibly lose to a poor student who can't even afford a masterclass?

Jiang Yingxu didn't look at him, but calmly opened the pen cap and prepared to listen to the lecture.

Lai Cheng glanced at his cold profile and moved closer. "Jiang Yingxu, do you know who that person is?"

Lai Cheng also started competing in competitions in his first year of high school. In the past two years, he has met many other competition students through competitions and various self-funded training sessions. He just asked around and found out the boy's identity.

Luo Siming is a seed student from the affiliated high school's physics competition group, aiming to win the gold medal and compete in the national team.

Lai Cheng: "Let me tell you, his name is..."

Jiang Yingxu didn't even look up; his low, cold voice, without deliberately suppressing its volume, echoed throughout the entire classroom.

He said.

"I have no interest in knowing the loser's name."