Chapter 14
The math competition, often called "a trick by good students," turned into a domestic suspense drama with the addition of Wu Qi, and the entire school's teachers and students participated in the discussion, guessing what the outcome would be.
Some people say that Wu Qi doesn't study and just sleeps in class, so participating in this kind of competition is just asking for trouble.
Some people say that since there are no monthly exams now, it's hard to say what level Wu Qi is at. What if he's an incredibly powerful master?
Look at that... Sang Yue! Isn't she the hidden master?
...
When I heard Meng Xiaoqiong recount this, I quickly interrupted her, "No, no, I wouldn't dare."
"What's there to be ashamed of, my Yue?" Meng Xiaoqiong said, linking her arm with mine. "They all say that you dream about studying, and those people who sleep in class are actually thinking of studying online with you."
I:"……"
Is this how you can connect online?
Meng Xiaoqiong and I went to the flower bed at noon. There were few people there, and bees were flying around everywhere.
“I understand that you’re hiding your strength and don’t want to be too high-profile,” Meng Xiaoqiong said. “But Wu Qi is definitely not like that. He’s already so high-profile, he doesn’t need to add another academic genius persona to himself.”
A genius student persona... is that right?
If there's a chance to take Meng Xiaoqiong to heaven, she should hear what it means to be a "once-in-ten-thousand-years genius in the celestial realm," "surpassing others despite being from the same school," and "outstanding in both flamboyance and restraint."
When Wu Qi was two hundred years old, he first showed his talent, but the military general Wu Yunxiang became wary of him and went to the Heavenly Emperor to complain, saying that Wu Qi's morale should not be increased further, as it could easily bring disaster to the Heavenly Realm.
The Heavenly Emperor laughed and said that he was just the God of Wealth, and that the Heavenly Emperor had something on him, so there was nothing to worry about.
I still don't know what this leverage is, but I know that Wu Qi has no intention of rebelling.
He's such a lazy person.
Meng Xiaoqiong: "Everyone's just watching for fun. Who doesn't know that Yu Yuan is still in first place this year? You should tell Wu Qi to give up already."
I didn't say anything, but stared at a white butterfly for a few more moments.
Who is number one... that's hard to say.
The incident caused quite a stir, but Wu Qi remained calm and composed. His daily life was not affected at all; he continued to eat and sleep as usual.
During one particular class, I could hear him turning the pages of a book. The pace was neither too fast nor too slow, and I could tell he was reading it carefully and even pondering it for a bit.
Is this someone studying seriously?
Even though I say Wu Qi has become more sensible, it's just a lighthearted remark; it really takes it to heart. Sigh, if only I had known this earlier, I should have helped him more.
I glanced at the teacher, swiped the eraser off the corner of the desk, and secretly peeked at her as I picked it up—
Wow, Detective Conan.
I'll go for a 6.
I shouldn't have worried about that brat. I just raised my head and got so angry that I almost didn't get enough blood to my brain.
Immediately afterward, I heard Wu Qi say behind me, "Why don't you look a little longer?"
"……ha?"
Knowing I was secretly watching him, he still let me watch a little longer?
Wu Qi turned a page, showing the black and white pages, his fingertip pressing down on a girl, and told me that this was the murderer.
I'm so angry I could die: "I haven't even watched it yet!"
“I’ve looked at it for you.” Wu Qi turned another page.
I stubbornly replied, "You can study the lessons for me too! I was worried about you, but you've already wandered off. Do you think you can fool me?"
"I wouldn't dare," Wu Qi said lightly. "It's just that I don't know where to start. I've only been a human for two months, so I'm not very familiar with it."
Yes, I've only been a human for two months.
So what have you been singing these past two months?
I didn't have time to expose him, I just asked, "Why do you insist on signing up for the math competition?"
"An update—"
"Let's update the school's academic record." I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "Have you run out of excuses?"
Wu Qi paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow: "Are you questioning my looks?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Why are you swearing?" Wu Qi looked away, somewhat aggrieved. "You were the one who asked the question."
I was rendered speechless.
To be precise, I don't know what I'm so anxious about. It's just that the way people are talking about me is too jarring, and I can't stand it.
In my mind, he was supposed to always be confident, always dazzling, and always pretentious.
If someone told me that Wu Qi is all talk and no action, I would probably call them an idiot.
With that in mind, I went to the bookstore after school and bought a book of Olympiad practice questions from the shelf.
I flipped through a couple of pages, and the difficulty level was just right. I felt that if I thoroughly understood it, I could handle a math competition without any problems. I wouldn't get first place, but I wouldn't embarrass myself either.
Wu Qi waited outside, chatting with the boss about the new Detective Conan series. "This case is too simple. The culprit is obviously Kawamiko."
Why her?
"Firstly, she was the first to appear, which is very problematic. Secondly, her character is too naive; she doesn't seem like a good person at all."
The boss suddenly realized, "Listening to your words has made me waste ten years of studying."
I just stood there and laughed awkwardly.
"The boss has settled the bill."
"Okay," the shopkeeper turned around, wiping his apron with his other hand, "24 yuan!"
I took out some change from my bag and saw that Wu Qi had already paid me. He politely thanked me and pulled me out of the bookstore.
"Take care!" the boss's voice called out from behind.
This is the noisiest time of day on the street. A bunch of people in school uniforms come in, and another bunch of people in school uniforms come out. As far as the eye can see, the whole street is filled with the white and blue stripes of school uniforms.
I've actually gotten used to the clarity of the world, and Wu Qi and I have taken over a patch of greenery.
Wu Qi asked me, "You went in and all you bought was a workbook?"
I replied directly, "This is for you."
"You bought this for me?"
Wu Qi was slightly surprised. He casually flipped through two questions, then closed the workbook and said, "I can't understand those myself."
"Of course I know you don't understand."
Everyone needs time to adapt to the simplified Chinese characters used in the human world, as well as some strange symbols and fixed ways of thinking. These are things that cannot be learned in the heavenly realm and are generally beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Knowing full well how embarrassing I was on stage during math class that day, I naturally didn't want Wu Qi to make the same mistake again. So I looked up at him, my gaze intense: "So you're coming home with me tonight."
Wu Qi sensed what I was about to say and stopped in his tracks.
“I…I’ll tell you.”
I grabbed his sleeve, feeling a strong urge to drag him home if he disagreed.
Wu Qi neither resisted nor refused, letting me pull him along with weak tugs. For a moment, I felt that even if I let go, he would take my hand and make me hold on.
I followed him half a step behind, secretly observing him.
Wu Qi's hands were slender and pale, with a small, barely noticeable mole at the base of his thumb. His fingertips were slightly curled, and his wrists were hidden by the sleeves of his school uniform that extended a section, hanging naturally at his sides.
My hand was very close to his.
The shadow said, "When we're like this, it's like we're holding hands."
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Sometimes I underestimate Wu Qi. He's such a great actor. What's that award called in the mortal world? The Oscars. He should get two Oscars.
He had already started his own education behind my back.
Wu Qi claimed to know "a little bit about math formulas," but in reality, he had a pretty good grasp of all the physics formulas. He usually acted nonchalant about studying, but in fact, he had already secretly finished learning them.
Usually, when someone asks me to talk to them, it's because they think I'm too bored and want me to come over and chat.
That night he came to bother me again.
How do you usually solve this type of problem?
I pulled the test paper over and glanced at it; it was analytic geometry.
"It's about looking at the given conditions to write out the trajectory formula, then finding the relationship between the line and it, and finally getting the result by combining the equations," I said. "This kind of question is very rigid and is generally not found in Olympiads."
Wu Qi: "What do you mean, 'what'?"
Me: "The college entrance exam."
In our eyes, the college entrance exam was a complete nightmare, something we dared not even attempt. Wu Qidao said, "Isn't the college entrance exam too difficult?"
I hummed in agreement: "Otherwise, how could it be enough for an ordinary person to work hard for 12 years?"
Wu Qi then asked, "How do you get a perfect score in math on the college entrance exam?"
I said, "Don't fall asleep during the exam."
Wu Qi: "Correct answer."
We looked at each other and remained silent for a long while, then neither of us could hold back and burst out laughing.
Wu Qi pinched my cheek: "Don't be ridiculous. I'm telling you, why don't you say don't leak the questions?"
"That's a great idea," I said with a smile. "I've learned something."
Wu Qi: "..."
I admit I'm a little pretentious, but my abilities allow it so much that I have no choice but to stand tall and walk with my head held high.
The college entrance exam is nothing compared to an annual assessment in the celestial realm. If a deity fails that test, their merit points will be deducted. The deities who can participate—like me—have very strong resilience.
When I get carried away with my success, I become a bit arrogant and forget about social etiquette, and I start to speak more freely.
"It's not that absurd, is it? There are people in the mortal world who can do it," I said. "Yu Yuan can."
Wu Qi's movements visibly stiffened.
I suddenly realized that I probably shouldn't have mentioned him, and I froze.
By the time I wanted to change the subject, it was too late. Wu Qi let go of my hand, gritted his teeth, and turned to start working on math competition problems.
I'm a little lost.
My first instinct was to comfort him, and I had already raised my hand halfway. But the next moment, Wu Qi suddenly turned back, grabbed my face, and pouted.
"you……"
This attitude changed completely, and I haven't even figured out what to say yet.
As night fell, the table lamp cast a dim and cramped glow in the room.
Backlit, Wu Qi's features were blurred, and he asked incoherently, "You like him that much?"
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