Chapter 80: The Cat Doctor Officially Starts His Job Today.

The girls stood guard at the back door, whispering amongst themselves without moving.

Ren Ze, who came back later, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Sisters, make way! There's a traffic jam!"

Xia Hui: "Even if you come, you have to stand!"

As she spoke, she moved aside, making room for herself.

Ren Ze crawled in, took a closer look, and then exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

The young man stopped.

The feeling of shock seems to be contagious.

It was peak time for students to return after breakfast, and they were all crowding the back door, as if they were facing some unsolved mystery of the world. They were using their energetic and fresh minds to try to find a possible answer.

Xia Hui suddenly saw a girl carrying a thermos cup coming in through the front door and immediately called out to her, "Fang Lan! Were you in the classroom the whole time?"

Fang Lan was the most hardworking student in the class. She often ate bread to get by and could sit in her seat from morning till night, burying herself in reading and doing exercises. She was exceptionally diligent.

She always says that she's not smart enough to be as clever as others, so she can only put in more effort.

When Xia Hui called out to her, Fang Lan stopped and nodded blankly.

Xia Hui pointed and asked, "Who moved this table?"

Fang Lan: "Jiang Yingxu".

The onlookers: "Hiss!"

They all asked at once, "Did he move it himself?"

"Why are we moving? Is someone going to come to class again?"

"Last time I overheard the homeroom teacher of Class 6 talking to Lao Niu in the office, saying that he wanted their class's top student to come and sit in on a class."

"Impossible. Old Niu cherishes Jiang Yingxu. He wouldn't even arrange a special seat for Jiang Yingxu next to him, even if it was near the podium."

Fang Lan was bewildered by the barrage of questions and scratched her head. "Why don't you just ask him directly?"

She said, "Jiang Yingxu is right behind you."

Everyone: ?

Turning around, the boy was still in his blue and white school uniform, carrying a plastic bag from the convenience store between his long fingers, his expression indifferent.

His voice was cold and clear: "What is it?"

After a brief silence, Xia Hui, as the class monitor, raised her hand and asked, "Jiang Yingxu, why did you bring a table here?"

Jiang Yingxu slightly raised his long eyelashes and met Shi Miao's gaze, who was squeezed in the crowd.

The girl's eyes shone brightly, naturally radiating a captivating charm.

Jiang Yingxu then gave a slight smile.

"sit."

His words were concise, his expression confident, and his dark eyes swept across the crowd with a hint of confusion.

It's as if they're asking, "If you're not going to sit on the tables and chairs, what are you going to do with them?"

Everyone: "??"

A quote from Jiang Yingxu.

Let me tell you something you might not know.

The preparatory bell rang, and everyone, like startled sparrows, flapped their wings and flew back to their positions, curious but not without curiosity.

As someone who knew everything, Zou Yuanyuan had a sense of superiority, as if she was the only one who understood. She smiled with her lips pursed, let go of Shi Miao's hand, and went back to her seat first.

Shi Miao moved her feet slowly.

She watched as Jiang Yingxu walked to the table and stuffed the plastic bag in his hand into the hole in the new table.

As I casually walked by, my hand, which was hanging by my side, was gently tugged.

Shi Miao paused for a moment.

The plastic bag rustled, revealing a bag full of snacks.

Jiang Yingxu took out a bottle of sweet milk that still had a thin layer of moisture on it and handed it to Shi Miao.

His eyelashes drooped slightly, and his voice was low and gentle.

"New flavor, jasmine tea flavor, you should try it."

The glass bottle was ice-cold.

Shi Miao caught it, her fingertips brushing against the small protrusion on the bottle, her soft red lips curving into a sweet smile.

"oh."

The girl's voice, tinged with excitement, asked softly, "Why are we moving the table?"

She had the answer she wanted to hear.

So Jiang Yingxu said in a low voice, "I want you to sit down."

He paused for a moment.

He added, "It's only for you."

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Shi Miao seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. After taking a sip of the fragrant and slightly sweet jasmine milk, she was even more enthusiastic about attending classes taught by famous teachers.

Who says kittens don't like to study?

study!

This is the knowledge I'm learning!

Even a math test score of 87 out of 120 didn't dampen her enthusiasm.

Shi Miao quickly copied the wrong questions into her notebook, muttering to the system: "Don't let my current 87 points fool you; I once scored 110. Once I master these mistakes, a perfect score will be a piece of cake!"

The system whispered demonically: "You scored 87 in junior high. Work hard and get 100, and you'll be able to score 60 or 70 in high school."

Shi Miao: [?]

Shi Miao: [Are you cursing me?]

System: [This data is from scanning the entrance exam scores and high school exam scores of students in the No. 1 Middle School system.]

In mathematics, whether someone has a talent for it or not is quite obvious.

And the kitten, who has no particular talent: [...]

Shi Miao said solemnly, "I'm just a little kitten; passing is already quite an achievement."

The kitten is already a great writer!

After the National Day holiday, the school began to implement the winter timetable, with morning reading time delayed by half an hour, lunch break shortened by half an hour, and dismissal time remaining unchanged.

With the lunch break being shorter and exams tomorrow, more students are staying in class to review.

Outside the window, cicadas were still chirping incessantly in the trees, completely unaware that a cold wave would soon arrive and end their wriggling lives.

Shi Miao propped her face up with her hand, staring at the wrong questions. Her eyelids were drooping, and she was struggling to decide whether to figure out another question or just lie down and go to sleep.

Suddenly, a small paper airplane wobbled past her shoulder and landed steadily beside her hand.

Shi Miao slightly opened her wide eyes and disassembled the small airplane.

The first thing you see is a line of sharp, bold handwriting.

[Don't know the answer? Want to join our private area?]

The kitten's heart pounded. It glanced around and saw that the classroom was quiet, with students studying and napping without disturbing each other.

Occasionally, someone would stand up to go out to get water or use the restroom, and it wouldn't attract any attention.

Shi Miao ran her fingertips along the edge of the paper, trying to cover up her actions by picking up the notebook and quietly getting up.

Zou Yuanyuan was solving a problem when she glanced over subconsciously.

Shi Miao paused, her long eyelashes fluttering. Before she could react, she saw Zou Yuanyuan quickly glance at Jiang Yingxu behind her, understand something, and then smile and lower her head.

That's weird.

Zou Yuanyuan smiled, and the kitten's ears inexplicably felt a little hot.

Shi Miao slipped through the gap in the wall to the back and sat down in the chair that Jiang Yingxu had pulled out in advance.

The classroom was quiet.

Jiang Yingxu didn't say anything, but simply opened his hand and waved it in front of her eyes.

...Huh?

Shi Miao was stunned for a moment, looked up at Jiang Yingxu's cold expression, and then looked down at his outstretched hand.

Hesitant.

She gently placed her hand on it.

Do all humans love playing handshake games?

"..."

Jiang Yingxu's Adam's apple bobbed, and a very soft laugh escaped from his throat.

He lowered his voice: "The question."

Shi Miao: "!"

Her ears turned bright red. If she were a kitten, she would have made a hundred fake movements by now, licking her nose and fur to relieve the stress.

It's a pity that it's in human form.

She could only feign composure and open her notebook, revealing the final question that left her bewildered even after reading the explanation.

Shi Miao used her fingertips to push the side of the notebook and placed it between the two tables.

"This is the question I don't understand."

As she spoke, her fingertips curled as she tried to pull her hand back.

The next second, he was easily caught by Jiang Yingxu's long fingers.

Jiang Yingxu remained calm and composed, holding her hand with one hand and a pen in the other. With a quick glance, he noticed the misunderstanding in Shi Miao's thinking as she wrote something to the side.

He tapped lightly on the coordinate axis.

His voice was extremely low, almost a whisper.

"You've been wrong from the very beginning, this question..."

Teacher Jiang came online again, patiently and meticulously explaining a problem, and then asked, "Did I explain it clearly?"

Shi Miao nodded haphazardly.

Jiang Yingxu's palms were very warm. He held her hand and pressed it against his palm. If she moved slightly or was distracted while listening, she would receive a light pinch as a reminder.

Teacher Jiang is a very responsible teacher.

Jiang Yingxu checked the time and closed his notebook.

He noticed that Shi Miao was a little sleepy, so he tapped the table with his finger and said in a low voice, "There are still more than ten minutes left, take a nap."

Shi Miao glanced subconsciously at the two holding hands.

Jiang Yingxu didn't let go. His dark eyes lowered as he looked at her with the piousness of a child begging for candy, and he asked casually, "Is it not allowed?"

How could Shi Miao possibly say no?

She had solemnly promised that Jiang Yingxu could come to her whenever he felt unwell.

As she lay on the table with her hand in his, the warmth of another person slowly seeped through her fingertips.

Shi Miao buried her face in her arms, hiding a smile.

On an autumn afternoon, the bright sunlight filtered through the treetops and leaves, scattering across the corridor floor.

Jiang Yingxu finished writing a problem and tilted his head.

The kitten has a natural talent for falling asleep instantly, breathing evenly and sleeping soundly, its slender white fingers hanging loosely, intertwined with his fingers.

Fragments of light shone in through the slightly ajar back door, lingering and lingering between my fingers, like a bright red thread.

Jiang Yingxu gently stroked her fingertips, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The cat doctor officially starts work today.