Talking to each other

"Shan Yun, your grades are pretty good, but judging from your grades in various subjects, your liberal arts grades are better than your science grades."

Old Zhao finally found the application form filled out by Shan Yun in the folder. He looked at the word "Science" clearly written on the form, and opened another folder, which listed some names, among which his name was noted with his scores in science and liberal arts.

Shan Yun finally understood why Lao Zhao had asked him to come to the office to write a comprehensive essay two days ago.

Old Zhao looked through Shan Yun's materials again, checking them out one by one with a pen. Shan Yun glanced at them and saw that they were his test scores at the Experimental High School.

"It's actually better for you to choose liberal arts."

Shan Yun breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t about Zou Weichen, so that was good.

But he finally knew why Lao Zhao asked him to come.

Zou Weichen also seemed to be attracted by Lao Zhao's words and glanced over here, and that glance was caught by Dan Yun.

Shan Yun gave the other party a look that said "Yeah, we're all being talked to" before continuing to listen to Lao Zhao.

Teacher Ling's conversation with Zou Weichen was nothing more than trying to find out the reason why Zou Weichen missed the exam, and then he gave him a lot of earnest advice.

"The teacher wants to talk to you this time mainly because he wants to know why you choose science. It's because you just transferred here, and the school gives you the opportunity to freely choose between science and liberal arts. This is crucial to what kind of university you can go to in five months. I have also negotiated with the school to give you a chance to make a new choice. I hope you will reconsider it." Old Zhao asked again, interrupting Shan Yun's eavesdropping.

"Teacher, don't think about it. This is my parents' decision." Shan Yun said simply and clearly, although the two smooth signatures of Shan Sixiong and Xu Ru were both from his hand.

He admitted that his performance in liberal arts was better than that in science. There was no distinction between liberal arts and science in the experimental high school. When Shan Yun transferred to the third high school, his parents were already threatening to divorce. Xu Ru asked him to choose liberal arts, but he rebelled and chose science. He had been preparing for the science exam since the beginning of last semester, and now he was asked to choose liberal arts and had to memorize all those piles of texts again. It really gave him a headache.

"I called your parents." said Lao Zhao.

These words made Shan Yun, who was sitting leisurely in the chair, straighten up instantly.

"I called your mom several times but she didn't answer. Your dad, someone else answered the phone. I asked if it was your mom, but the other party said they had dialed the wrong number. I checked several times and the number was correct. I called again but it was no longer connected."

Shan Yun pursed his lips.

Xu Ru was busy with work and she didn't know how many missed calls she received every day. Except for important clients at work, she rarely responded to other unknown missed calls. Shan Yun called her but she didn't get through many times.

As for Shan Sixiong, the call was probably answered by that woman. She would definitely not let Shan Sixiong take care of his affairs, so he was not surprised.

"I know your parents let you choose science because there are more choices in science, but we can't think too far ahead. We should think about the near future first, get good grades and go to a good university..."

Lao Zhao also began to teach incessantly.

Shan Yun held back a yawn with his hand, leaned back in his chair, lowered his eyes and pretended to listen attentively.

Suddenly he glanced towards Zou Weichen because he heard Zou Weichen's voice.

"Teacher Ling, I know you care about me, but I did encounter an emergency that day."

"What on earth could be more important than your studies?" Teacher Ling asked. Zou Weichen's silent look of admitting his mistake was the only response she got. She sighed.

"Forget it, I can't persuade you. I'll tell you something else today. Although you didn't take the English test and your ranking is not high enough, the school has made an exception after a meeting and allowed you to enter the advanced class. You were in the advanced class before, and you know that you can learn much more in the advanced class than in your current class. Reviewing is very stressful, and the teacher hopes that you won't do everything by yourself. If you need the teacher's help, just tell me."

"No need. Teacher, since the school clearly divides classes according to ranking, I shouldn't be an exception."

"Let's talk about this after you meet the principal." In the past few days, she not only talked to Zou Weichen several times, but also talked to the school leaders, but still couldn't find out the reason. She had never met Zou Weichen before, and she only knew that this student worked hard, had excellent grades, and was humble and polite to others. She didn't expect him to be a stubborn person.

She was at her wit's end and could only leave it to the principal to resolve.

Old Zhao could see that Shan Yun was not interested in his chatter, so he picked up the pen and waved it in front of Shan Yun. Shan Yun turned around and said helplessly, "Old Zhao, I'm listening."

"Okay. If you change to liberal arts, you can enter Class 6. Go back and discuss it with your parents. It would be best if your parents could call me back so I can talk to them."

Class 6 is the second best class in the liberal arts class, and is also the class aiming for admission to prestigious universities.

“My parents have no objection.”

The bell for class rang. Lao Zhao didn't want to delay it for too long, which would affect Shan Yun's studies, so he patted Shan Yun on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Go back and talk to your parents. Now the school arranges interviews based on your grades. If you change to the arts major, you can adjust your class. The teacher hopes that you will consider it carefully and give me an answer in two days."

Shan Yun readily agreed and immediately got up and left the office because Zou Weichen had just left.

"We really are destined to meet each other. We always meet in the office." Shan Yun smiled and caught up with Zou Weichen.

Zou Weichen nodded and asked, "Is Old Zhao looking for you?" In fact, he had heard some of the content and was just confirming it.

"Oh, about choosing between arts and science, he thinks my performance in arts is better than science, so he hopes I will choose arts."

"oh."

Shan Yun stole a glance at the wound behind Zou Weichen's ear, but it was too dark last night and he couldn't see clearly.

The wound has faded to a mere faint mark, which cannot be seen unless you look closely.

"Are you going to see the principal, too?"

"Ah?" Shan Yun came to his senses and realized that he had followed Zou Weichen to the fifth floor.

"I, I'm sleepy, so I climbed the stairs to wake myself up." He chuckled twice, "Now that I'm awake, I'm going back to class." After that, he ran across the corridor on the fifth floor and went down the stairs on the other side of the north building.

Zou Weichen stood in the corridor on the fifth floor and watched Shan Yun shout "Report" and enter the classroom before turning around and knocking on the door of the principal's office.

The English teacher was talking nonstop at the podium, Shan Yun supported his head with his hand, tapping the back of his head with his fingers from time to time.

His gaze passed through the window, looked towards the fifth floor of the east building, and finally fell on the door of the middle office.

Most of the class had already passed, and Zou Weichen had not yet come out of the principal's office.

Just now in the office, Shan Yun overheard what Teacher Ling said. It seems that the school attaches great importance to Zou Weichen, a former top scorer in the college entrance examination, and even held a meeting to discuss making an exception and allowing Zou Weichen to enter the special class.

Logically speaking, Zou Weichen has the support of good grades, so even if he is allowed in as an exception, not many people should have any objections.

Will he go to the advanced class?

"Shan Yun, you answer this question." The English teacher suddenly asked.

"Ah?" When Shan Yun heard his name, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, stood up, and looked at the English teacher blankly.

Jixiang was quietly giving Shan Yun some tips, but Shan Yun said apologetically, "I'm sorry, teacher, I didn't listen just now."

Jixiang turned around and looked at Shan Yun with a confused look on his face, vividly expressing that you shouldn't be so honest.

The English teacher was Shan Yun's original English teacher. She wanted to get angry, but she liked Shan Yun very much. She endured it for a long time, and finally said helplessly: "Shan Yun, don't think I'm easy to talk to just because I teach you English in Class 2. You have to study harder in Class 17. Even if you are good at English, don't be so willful. Sit down."

As soon as Shan Yun sat down, he caught a glimpse of the office door he had been paying attention to opening.

Zou Weichen came out, turned around, nodded slightly, then turned around again, standing in the corridor, looking at the sky, the light in his eyes dimmed, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Did he agree to the principal's request? Shan Yun guessed.

Zou Weichen didn't stand there for long. When he turned around, he looked back at the last classroom on the fourth floor of the north building.

Shan Yun paused, he felt Zou Weichen's gaze falling directly on him.

Ding ding ding

The bell for the end of class startled Shan Yun.

"Mr. Yun, what's wrong with you? You've been absent-minded since you came back from the office." Jixiang wanted to ask Shan Yun why he was distracted in class just now, but when he turned around, he saw Shan Yun looking frightened.

Shan Yun patted his chest and shook his head, saying that everything was fine. When he looked up again, Zou Weichen was no longer in the corridor on the fifth floor of the East Building.

Shan Yun patrolled again and found that Zu Weichen had already walked into the classroom, but did not look in his direction. He just returned to his seat and opened the exercise book on the table.

Why was he looking this way just now?

Are you looking at him?

"Hi, Brother Yun." Jiang Zhe appeared at the window again. "Just now I saw you being called by Lao Zhao. What's the matter?"

"He advised me to choose liberal arts." Shan Yun leaned back in his chair, resting his head with his hands, and answered nonchalantly.

Zou Weichen suddenly turned around and looked at them.

"Hey, it's a good idea to choose liberal arts. This way our classrooms will be closer and we can continue to play together." Jiang Zhe's eyes lit up.

"You are stupid. He chose liberal arts. With his liberal arts performance, he can at least get into Class 6." Jixiang said slowly.

Jiang Zhe looked at Shan Yun with resentment, Shan Yun looked at Jiang Zhe with sympathy and nodded slowly. Jiang Zhe leaned over the window, glanced at Zou Weichen, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yun, why did you and Zou Weichen go up to the fifth floor together just now, and stand in the corridor to chat? Are you two being awkward again?"

"..." Shan Yun was speechless for a moment.

The classroom was full of people who were either taking extra classes or studying hard. Even if there were students coming in and out for activities and chatting, their voices were not very loud. Even though Jiang Zhe lowered his voice, he still sounded a little out of place in the classroom.

Shan Yun glanced at Zou Weichen. He was still solving the problem, but seemed to have encountered some difficulty. The pen in his hand kept turning, and his eyes were fixed on the test paper, but his gaze was a little scattered.

"Awkward? Are you saying there's a conflict between them?" Jixiang looked back between the people.

"Yeah, don't you know that Brother Yun and he have different auras and don't like each other." Jiang Zhe lowered his voice a few more times and kept looking at Zou Weichen as he spoke, fearing that the other party would know.

Shan Yun leaned back in his chair and sighed deeply. He no longer wanted to pay attention to Jiang Zhe, this middle school idiot with a head full of wild fantasies.

"The two of them?" Jixiang said in disbelief, "Why do I think they have a pretty good relationship?"

"That's just an appearance..." Jiang Zhe leaned towards Jixiang again.

"You should get back to class."

Just as Shan Yun interrupted Jiang Zhe, the bell for class rang.

Jiang Zhe disappeared in a flash. Jixiang leaned over to Shan Yun and asked, "Are you not on good terms with the top scholar?"

"Do you believe what Jiang Zhe said?"

Jixiang shook his head, saw the teacher come in, shrank back to his seat, and started the class.