When did you start liking sweet things?
Sheng Yan clearly remembered that Qin Zigui didn't like sweets.
Who cares if he likes it or not? I'll just buy another cup.
He did this not because he had forgiven Qin Zigui.
After all, how can you suddenly propose to break off the friendship and have a cold war for a year without any warning, and then just give a perfunctory apology and that's it?
He did value his brotherhood with Qin Zigui over the past ten years, but that didn't mean he would just blindly believe whatever Qin Zigui said. Moreover, Qin Zigui was clearly hiding many things from him, and if he were to be so easily fooled, it would be too unprincipled and lack any sense of principle.
But Qin Zigui is also right; one thing is one thing.
It's one thing for him not to forgive Qin Zigui's previous behavior, but it's another thing for Qin Zigui to have fought, been punished, and been injured for him yesterday. So it's reasonable for him to treat him to a cup of milk tea.
But there aren't any more if you want them.
Sheng Yan is a mature man with great backbone and principles. He will never easily surrender or show weakness before Qin Zigui takes a stand.
Thinking it over, as if to show that he was not giving any special treatment, Sheng Yan stood up, put on a stern face and said to Zhu Peng and Gou You, "You have one too, you have one too. Come and get it yourself at noon."
Then he turned the chair upside down onto the table that Qin Zigui had cleared, grabbed one side of the table with one hand, lifted the chair and table, and went straight out the door to Class 1 at the far end of the corridor.
Shiwai, officially known as Nanwu City Experimental Foreign Language School, is one of the top private schools in Nanwu, with a first-tier university admission rate consistently above 90%.
It's not a top-tier school in competitive sports, nor does it rely on grueling tactics. It focuses on high-quality teaching, with a maximum enrollment of just over 300 students per grade. Its college entrance rate is entirely dependent on the quality of its student body and teaching.
The students are divided into classes according to their class numbers, from largest to smallest, with students showing increasingly better academic performance.
For example, Class 6 is the worst in science, and most of the students are either aiming for a second-tier university but hoping to get into a first-tier university, or they have just gotten into a first-tier university but are aiming for a 211 university.
Class One consisted entirely of top students, 25 in total, all of whom were potential candidates for Tsinghua and Peking Universities. If they did poorly on the exam, they would have no choice but to go to Fudan, Shanghai, or Zhejiang Universities with tears in their eyes.
So for Sheng Yan, a rich second-generation student who has been unruly and free-spirited since childhood and was only admitted through his family's huge financial sponsorship, being suddenly promoted to Class One by Huang Shuliang was no different from a little white rabbit being thrown into a bunch of big bad wolves.
The thought of being confined to a group of lifeless bookworms who never played games, snacked, or daydreamed, and who only knew how to bury themselves in their books for a whole month made Sheng Yan feel like he was falling into hell.
A face that was originally quite good-looking grew increasingly sour, until by the time he reached the back door of Class One, it was as if the words "I'm going to jail" were written all over his face.
He carried the table and stood in front of the tightly closed back door of Class 1, his face expressionless, not wanting to take another step.
Qin Zigui, carrying his schoolbag, stopped behind him: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing much," Sheng Yan said expressionlessly. "Just doing some mental preparation."
Qin Zigui seemed to find his reaction amusing, so he didn't urge him. Instead, he stood behind him, looking at his tense, sour face, and casually asked, "What kind of mental preparation? Tell me about it."
Sheng Yan asked seriously, his expression blank: "Besides discussing problems, do you guys ever say more than ten sentences a day?"
Qin Zigui: "?"
"Do you guys not even go to the toilet after class?"
"..."
Do you eat your test papers with your breakfast, lunch, and dinner?
"..."
"Do you guys do nothing but sleep and study all day long? You've never even downloaded a mobile game?"
"..."
Qin Zigui remained silent behind him, as if he had nothing to say.
Sheng Yan firmly believes that this is a silent acquiescence.
So he took a deep breath, intending to say the best farewell to this beautiful world, and then a long, strong hand reached over his shoulder, pressed on the door panel, and gently pushed it open.
Twenty-four heads immediately turned around in unison, their eyes gleaming.
Sheng Yan, holding the table in his hand and struggling to hold his breath, froze at the doorway.
Is this the legendary school bully?
Is this the legendary academic superstar?
Who is he going to fight?
Will they use math to attack me?
Fifty eyes met, each filled with awe, neither daring to make the first move.
Qin Zigui casually walked past Sheng Yan into the classroom, pulled his own desk back, took the desk from Sheng Yan, put it in front of him, and casually explained, "Huang Shuliang threw him into our class to experience the learning atmosphere. There's nothing else to do. You can all go about your business."
"Oh, that's fine then."
Upon hearing Qin Zigui's words, the students in Class One finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued to make the most of the last moments of morning self-study. Some took naps, some ate, some went to the bathroom, some gobbled down the showers, and some even stood in front of a mirror to comb their hair.
Sheng Yan stood empty-handed at the back door: "..."
This other world looks no different from their human world.
Qin Zigui took his books and belongings out of his bag and neatly put them away, without even looking up, as if he could guess what he was thinking: "Don't worry, we also play on our phones, eat, and go to the toilet. For now, we're all normal human beings and won't eat you."
"..."
It's like he's afraid of eating us.
When Sheng Yan's thoughts were exposed, he felt a little awkward. He hesitated for a moment before sitting on the throne, which was comparable to the position of the emperor, and felt uncomfortable no matter where he sat.
Just as he was about to take out his phone to complain to Zhu Peng and Gou You, a hand reached out in front of him and lightly hooked two fingers.
"?"
Sheng Yan looked up.
Qin Zigui looked down at him, her tone flat: "Cellphone."
"Huh?!" Sheng Yanhua's face turned pale. "Didn't you just say that people in your class also use their phones?!"
"Yeah, but they only play with it after class. Even if they use it during class, it's for looking up study materials and past exam papers. Can you do that?" Qin Zigui's tone was so calm that it didn't sound like a question at all.
Sheng Yan felt that he had been blatantly insulted.
Qin Zigui is simply playing with fire!
He sneered and was about to teach Qin Zigui how to write the word "elder brother" when Qin Zigui said indifferently, "If you give it to me, I can return it to you after class. Otherwise, when Huang Shuliang comes later, you can wait until graduation to receive it."
"Oh, yes." Chen Yubai, sitting in the front row, slowly sipped his soy milk and turned to him, saying, "I heard about it this morning when I was in the senior office. Huang Shuliang is plotting how to confiscate your phone. I'm not kidding."
"???"
Sheng Yan found it hard to believe.
This isn't the first time he's ranked last in his grade, so why is Huang Shuliang acting like such a sore loser this time? He's even plotting to confiscate his phone?
He wasn't worried about not being able to buy a new phone after it was confiscated; he was mainly afraid that if he got a new phone, he wouldn't have the Wish App anymore, and the good days of stepping on Qin Xiaogui and punching Qin Dagui would be completely gone. What would be the point of this life then?
Just then, Huang Shuliang's familiar footsteps came from outside the corridor, getting closer and closer, and he was about to reach the door of Class 1. The decision was urgent.
Sheng Yan could only grit his teeth and reluctantly shove the phone into Qin Zigui's hand: "Alright, take it and go. Remember to return it to me after class. If the weasel confiscates it, I'll never forgive you."
Qin Zigui then casually stuffed Sheng Yan's phone into his pocket.
Just as he finished putting it away, Huang Shuliang and Liang Jie, the homeroom teacher of Class One, walked in through the back door. Without saying a word, he launched a surprise attack: "Sheng Yan! Stand up! Turn around! Put your hands in your pockets! Hold up your backpack! Shake it three times! Show us your drawer! Hey, where's it?"
After Sheng Yan obediently followed Huang Shuliang's instructions and performed all the actions, Huang Shuliang came up empty-handed and frowned, saying, "This shouldn't be the case."
But no matter how unreasonable this matter is, he has checked inside and out, and Sheng Yan really did not bring his phone. So, has this child really changed his nature?
Even in middle age, Huang Shuliang still has a heart that believes in fairy tales. After a brief moment of thought, he patted Sheng Yan on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Well done, keep it up."
Sheng Yan seemed to see a glimmer of hope: "Then, teacher, can I go back...?"
"So it seems that the study atmosphere in Class 1 is indeed effective! Then you just stay here! You don't need to worry about anything else!" Huang Shuliang rarely showed Sheng Yan a kind and cheerful smile.
Sheng Yan: "???"
This is not the effect he wanted.
But Huang Shuliang only cared about how high he flew, not how tired he was. So he paid no attention to his thoughts. After carefully instructing Liang Jie on "Ten Precautions for Preventing Sheng Yan's Crimes" and "The Policy of Never Being Soft-hearted When Dealing with Class Enemies Like Sheng Yan," he left gracefully.
Liang Jie sighed and patted Sheng Yan's other shoulder: "Director Huang won't stop until you're completely transformed this time, so you'd better watch yourself."
After saying that, she took her lecture notes and strode onto the stage in her high heels.
Sheng Yan was left alone in despair.
Lin Qian, standing beside Sheng Yan, felt a pang of sympathy and asked softly, "What exactly did you do to offend Huang Shuliang that he would go to such lengths to send you to this hellhole?"
"It's nothing, I just got 327 on the final exam."
Sheng Yansheng pulled out a chair and sat down, utterly dejected.
Lin Qian: "..."
After a brief silence, she said, "You deserve it."
After all, not everyone can achieve the same level of academic performance as the top student in the grade.
"But may I ask a question?" Chen Yubai, clutching the soy milk bag, turned around, looking somewhat unsure whether to speak or not.
Sheng Yan didn't think much of it: "Go ahead."
Chen Yubai delivered a direct and soul-searching blow: "How did you manage to score only 327?"
Sheng Yan: "..."
Do you think your question is polite?
But Chen Yubai's expression showed no mockery, only a very serious inquiry.
Since blank papers are not allowed at Shishiwai, how was it possible to score only 327 after completing all the papers?
Chen Yubai was filled with curiosity about this answer sheet that was beyond his comprehension.
No sooner had she finished speaking than Liang Jie on the podium banged on the table twice: "Alright, everyone stop talking. Hurry up and swallow your buns and fried dough sticks, and hand over your final exam papers. Especially you, Chen Yubai, no matter how handsome Sheng Yan is, don't look at him in class. First, see why you only got 121 on your Chinese test this time!"
Having received no answer, he could only turn away dejectedly.
Sheng Yan frowned slightly.
Test papers? What test papers? Do you have your own final exam papers?
Before he could even begin rummaging through the drawers with a heart full of questions, Qin Zigui said in a low voice from behind him, "I just put them away for you. The final exam papers are in the second folder from the left, and the first page is Chinese."
"?"
Sheng Yan turned it over with a skeptical attitude, and it really was true.
So when did Qin Zigui clean him up?
While he was still in a daze, Liang Jie on the podium called his name: "Sheng Yan, speaking of this, I've always had a question I wanted to ask you."
"ah?"
Sheng Yan looked up blankly.
Liang Jie stood on the podium, looked at him, and calmly explained: "Because your paper is so different from others, even after it was sealed and graded, I still unfortunately recognized it. So there is a question that has been bothering me until now. Can you answer it now?"
Sheng Yan had a bad feeling.
Liang Jie remained expressionless: "May I ask what your state of mind was when you wrote the answer 'The cuckoo symbolizes an extremely annoying thing, and the azalea is the same' in the question of appreciating the imagery of the line 'I once heard the cuckoo in Shu, and I still see the azalea in Xuancheng' in the appreciation of ancient poetry?"
Sheng Yan: "..."
cuckoo: "..."
The whole class: "..."
Feeling the sudden drop in air pressure behind him and the icy stare on the back of his neck, Sheng Yan couldn't help but turn around: "Um, Qin Zigui, let me explain..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Liang Jie on the podium behind him slowly added another blow: "There's a second question. Why did ancient poets often use the cuckoo bird to express sorrow? How did you answer that?"
Sheng Yan stood frozen in place: "..."
He felt he had the right to remain silent.
But Qin Zigui clearly doesn't think so.
He slightly raised his eyebrows, shook Sheng Yan's phone, and the gist of it was that if he didn't tell the truth, he would lose his phone.
After a brief hesitation, Sheng Yan lowered his head, his ears turned red, and he answered with great guilt: "Because the cuckoo is not a good bird."
"..."
At that moment, the entire venue fell silent.
Chen Yubai finally understood why Sheng Yan was able to score 327 points.
Because other people's exams are real exams, but Sheng Yan's exams are just a flirtatious, bickering game.
Author's Note:
Cuckoo: ??? What did I do wrong? ???
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