——Zhang Xuanhua has never been a good-tempered person.
At this moment, the back door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open.
Ye Qingliu walked in.
He was carrying his schoolbag in one hand, with his school uniform jacket casually draped over his shoulder. His gray-blue eyes swept calmly across the classroom, finally landing on Zhang Xuanhua who was standing beside the podium.
Almost instantly—
The coldness on Zhang Xuanhua disappeared completely.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and the sharpness in his eyes faded, replaced by a lazy smile.
"Clear stream."
His voice softened a bit, even with a hint of teasing.
"You're a little late today."
Ye Qingliu said "hmm" lightly, walked to his seat and put down his schoolbag.
"Homework." Zhang Xuanhua stretched out his hand.
Ye Qingliu pulled out a workbook from his schoolbag and handed it over. Zhang Xuanhua took it, flipped through two pages, and chuckled, "Sure enough, it's the full decomposition method again."
His tone was familiar and natural, completely different from his attitude towards Lin Xiuyuan just now.
Ye Fanshuang's fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the textbook.
——It turns out that Zhang Xuanhua would also smile at people like this.
Mathematics teacher Chen Ming walked in with a stack of test papers.
"Have you handed in all the homework?" He pushed his glasses and swept his eyes across the class, finally landing on Zhang Xuanhua.
Zhang Xuanhua nodded, his tone relaxed: "All right, teacher."
Chen Ming smiled with satisfaction, opened the homework book and began to comment.
"The overall level of this homework is quite good, especially the solutions by Ye Qingliu and Ye Fanshuang. Their ideas are clear and their steps are rigorous." He said, pulling out a test paper, "But——"
His gaze turned to Lin Xiuyuan and the others in the back row, and his tone suddenly became playful.
"Some students' homework looks like it was copied from a dream. Even the formulas are wrong. What happened? Did they stay up late playing games last night?"
A low laugh suddenly rang out in the classroom.
Lin Xiuyuan's face turned pale and he stared at the table.
Ye Fanshuang opened the textbook expressionlessly, his fingertips lightly running across the pages.
She didn't care about the teacher's praise, nor did she care about the embarrassment of those young men.
"Clear stream."
Zhang Xuanhua suddenly spoke, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone around to hear.
Ye Qingliu turned his head to look at him with a questioning look.
"For the last question, your solution is even simpler than the reference answer. How did you come up with that?" Zhang Xuanhua supported his chin with one hand, his lips slightly raised, with a hint of inquiry.
Ye Qingliu pondered for a moment and said calmly, "From another perspective, it would be more intuitive to use vector decomposition."
Zhang Xuanhua raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "You are indeed the best."
His tone was familiar and natural, and it was obvious that the two of them had a good relationship privately.
Ye Fanshuang's pen tip paused on the paper, leaving a shallow mark of ink.
"Okay, quiet down." Chen Ming knocked on the blackboard. "Today we're going to talk about the maximum value of trigonometric functions. Everyone, listen carefully."
Soon the only sound in the classroom was the scraping of pens across paper.
Ye Fanshuang forced himself to concentrate, but his eyes couldn't help but glance in the direction of Ye Qingliu.
He lowered his head, his profile was clean and sharp, and his eyelashes cast a small shadow in the sunlight.
Zhang Xuanhua was lazily turning his pen, occasionally writing a few strokes on the draft paper, but his eyes were always clear and sharp, like a dormant wolf.
——In this class, it has never been just a competition of grades.
The young men in the back row witnessed the entire process of Zhang Xuanhua's expression changing, and exchanged meaningful glances with each other.
The sunlight shone obliquely through the window onto them, making their carefully styled hairstyles and limited edition watches sparkle.
"Tsk tsk, look at our Young Master Zhang, his expression changes faster than turning the pages of a book."
A boy in a custom-made school uniform lowered his voice, his slender fingers unconsciously twirling a fountain pen, his tone full of teasing. The Patek Philippe on his wrist shone brightly in the sunlight.
"That's right. He was so fierce and ferocious towards us just now, but he immediately became gentle as soon as Ye Qingliu came."
Another boy curled his lips and twirled the ends of his light brown hair with his fingers. "This discrimination is too obvious, isn't it? If you didn't know, you would think Ye Qingliu was his real father."
"Hehe, what is Ye Qingliu's identity? Of course Zhang Xuanhua has to give him face." The boy sitting by the window responded sarcastically, and casually adjusted his tie clip worth five figures.
"In his eyes, we're nothing. Last time I asked him a question, he just threw a reference book at me without even saying a word."
"Come on, with Zhang Xuanhua's personality, if it weren't for Ye Qingliu, who would he be nice to?"
The boy who spoke first rolled his eyes and deliberately lowered his voice. "Last time, the daughter of the Li family approached him, but he didn't even look at her and just left her there."
"Tsk, why are you pretending to be so noble? You're just relying on your good grades..." The boy with gold-rimmed glasses snorted disdainfully, his fingers swiping on the latest tablet. "I heard his family recently..."
"Shh! Keep your voice down!" someone suddenly interrupted, nervously tugging at the speaker's sleeve. "Zhang Xuanhua's looking over here! That look in his eyes... Damn, it's terrifying."
They immediately fell silent, pretending to lower their heads to read. But they couldn't help but glance ahead, watching Zhang Xuanhua and Ye Qingliu whispering to each other, and they complained inwardly again.
The sunlight outlined the profiles of the two people particularly clearly, one was as cold as ice, the other was as sharp as a sword, but they were surprisingly harmonious.
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