Chapter 16 Chapter 16 The Proud Son of Heaven
After everything returned to normal, Zhao Jianhua placed his hands on the podium, cleared his throat, and said, "Put down your pen. I'll tell you something."
Everyone looked up at him.
"First of all, this grouping was arranged by the school leaders. We will try it out first. If the effect is good, we will continue. If the effect is not good, we will continue." Zhao Jianhua announced with a straight face.
"Huh——" Upon hearing this, everyone in the classroom cursed in unison.
"What's wrong? Just obey the orders from above. It won't do you any harm."
"It's mainly about the students in the front row leading the students in the back row. I have assigned a team leader to each group. If you don't know how to answer a question, you can go to the corridor to discuss it in the evening. Then we will summarize each monthly exam. The good groups will be rewarded, and the ones at the bottom will have to help with classroom cleaning." Zhao Jianhua smiled with his eyes narrowed. The last sentence sounded like a joke, but also like he really had this idea. It was so true and false that it was hard to tell.
"The second thing is about the competition class. It's still early now. The competition class will start in the second year of high school. There's no need to rush." Xu Sui felt that he glanced at them intentionally or unintentionally when he said this. Xu Sui had reasonable reason to suspect that he was cueing Song Shiyang.
But the next second he changed the subject again, looking down at the homeroom handbook and saying, "The results of the first monthly exam are out. Analyze your shortcomings carefully. I want to see improvement in the next monthly exam."
Xu Sui: “…” Or you can just call my name directly.
Xu Sui deeply felt Zhao Jianhua's vengeance.
He then went on to talk about some trivial matters, focusing on the key points he had mentioned earlier. As a result, those who had been listening to him at first lost interest and started writing the geography and chemistry papers that they were supposed to explain during evening study.
Around five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun slowly sets, and the sky is no longer dazzlingly bright, but a gentle orange, mixed with strange pink and blue. The students sitting next to the windows are inevitably shrouded in light. From a distance, nearly half of the teaching buildings of No. 1 Middle School are shrouded in orange. The young man writes furiously, and the years are unaware of his pen.
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The bell for the end of get out of class rang on time at 5:30. Xu Sui folded the test paper on the desk, pressed it with his pencil case, then stood up and went to find Jiang Changjia.
This time, the two of them were separated by a great distance. Jiang Changjia sat in the third row of the sixth group, with two groups between them. Jiang Song was right next to her. Jiang Changjia felt like the sky was falling.
But she is not a petty person. After successfully venting her anger from last week this morning, she did not want to cause trouble again. After all, they were friends who had been studying together since elementary school.
So when Xu Sui walked over, he saw Jiang Changjia giving way to Jiang Song again.
Oh yes, Jiang Song was sitting inside, with a big white wall next to him. He had to pass by Jiang Changjia if he wanted to go in or out.
"Have you made peace with each other?" Xu Sui asked after Jiang Song walked away.
"No, but there's no big grudge. This guy just doesn't have any brains." She smiled, took off one earphone and handed it to Xu Sui.
"Jay Chou's songs are so good." She held the translation pen in her hand and poked Xu Sui.
"Okay, let's go eat. Xu Zhiyao and others will be on the first floor of West Building 2 soon, and we haven't arrived yet." Xu Sui pulled the corner of Jiang Changjia's white school uniform short-sleeved shirt and started walking. High school students pay attention to the word "fast" when eating, and they rushed out as soon as the bell rang. At this moment, there were only a few people in the class who didn't eat dinner and stayed in the classroom to study, as well as Song Shiyang and Jiang Song who just left.
He stood in front of Song Shiyang's desk, next to Xu Sui's chair, and kept saying something to urge him, but the boy sitting on the chair didn't move at all. After a while, he slowly put the pen cap on and stood up to leave.
As Xu Sui and Jiang Changjia walked to the back door, they saw a boy with a rat-like head sticking out. The sudden appearance of the head scared the two of them and they took a few steps back.
"Jia Jie?" The boy holding the basketball suddenly called out, then his eyes lingered on Xu Sui for a moment before he suddenly said, "Hey, is that you?"
"We've met three times before. Remember, I saw you at Sister Yaya's bookstore during the summer vacation? What a coincidence that you are also in Class 1?" He was standing at the door of Class 1, followed by two or three boys. There were a few girls in the corridor looking at him from a distance. Xu Sui also saw Zhou Shi, who was in Xu Zhiyao's class.
She was originally planning to leave quickly with Jiang Changjia, but after hearing Xie Zhuoyuan's words, she raised her eyes and looked at him carefully. Only after hearing those words did she find some clues in her memory.
The European and American style bookstore near the school.
But it seemed like she had only seen him there once, not three times?
Xu Sui felt that either he was talking nonsense or his memory was confused.
"When did you two meet? Xie Zhuoyuan, aren't you from Class 2? And since one of you went to Nanjing University of the Arts and the other to Chongqing University, how could we have met in junior high?" Jiang Changjia peppered Xie Zhuoyuan with questions, leaving her dizzy. She pulled at her hair a few times and begged for mercy, "Oh my goodness, Miss, please take your time. You've said so much at once that I can't even remember what you asked."
After saying that, he stood on tiptoe and looked inside the classroom. Xu Sui subconsciously tilted his head to make room for him. He raised the basketball in his hand and shouted inside: "Brother Yang! Brother Song! Hurry up! It's almost evening study!"
"Xie Zhuoyuan, do you believe that I will tell Zhao Jianhua that you skipped classes?" Jiang Changjia threatened.
The city’s No. 1 high school strictly forbids students from visiting other classes or floors, and Zhao Jianhua, the head teacher of the first grade, is even stricter, but there’s no way to stop it. On the surface, I stay in my own classroom, but I don’t know how I wander around in private.
"Come on, come on, Song Shiyang, can you please walk faster?" Jiang Song collapsed. "Those few difficult questions you solved can..." Jiang Song thought for a long time but couldn't come up with anything. He wanted to say, "Can it get you into Tsinghua or Peking University?" or "Can it make a living?"
But it seemed that being able to go to Tsinghua or Peking University could also provide for one’s livelihood, so he got stuck in the middle of his words and couldn’t continue.
"Got it." He turned out the front door as soon as he finished speaking. Jiang Song stood there in a daze for a moment before cursing with a smile: "Fuck!"
Xu Sui looked over when she heard the sound, and saw only the white shadow of the young man passing by. She was startled and immediately took a few steps out. The corridor of more than ten meters was filled with the afterglow of the setting sun. The young man in a white short-sleeved shirt and gray-blue shallow-leg trousers was running freely, his back thin and straight, and he disappeared from sight after turning a corner.
"Ah? He just ran away? Brother Yang is immoral!!" Xie Zhuoyuan reacted and ran after him. The north playground was about two hundred meters in front of their teaching building. There were two stairs, so they chose the closer one.
"Hey, why are they walking so fast? Hurry up and catch up." The little girls who were watching quietly in the corridor saw a group of boys running and started to jog after them.
A group of people came and went.
"Slow down!" This is Xie Zhuoyuan.
"If you're new, practice more!" Jiang Song raised his middle finger without even turning his head, expressing his contempt.
"Be careful when going down the stairs." Song Shiyang's very recognizable clear voice sounded on the stairs, with a smile on his face, full of joy.
Xu Sui and Jiang Changjia slowly followed him down the stairs, chatting as they went: "These guys are really fierce when they play basketball."
"By the way, when did you meet that idiot Xie Zhuoyuan three times? You didn't have any medium of contact, right?" Jiang Changjia asked with a blink of an eye.
"I saw him before when I bought a book in a bookstore, and then I haven't seen him since. I don't know where the other two times he mentioned were." Xu Sui sniffed, turned a few corners and reached the first floor. Xu Zhiyao happened to be coming from the corridor.
"Bookstore? Oh, I see. I heard that Sister Song Shiyang opened a bookstore nearby." She clenched her fist and bumped fists with Xu Zhiyao.
Xu Sui was startled. So that was his sister? No wonder.
"What are you talking about?" Xu Zhiyao asked puzzledly.
"Let's talk about Song Shiyang." Jiang Changjia said casually. Before Xu Sui could stop him, he saw Xu Zhiyao beside him circling around Jiang Changjia with his eyes wide open.
"Who is he? Is he my idol? Tell me if you have any news." She instantly became a little fangirl.
Jiang Changjia frowned, pushed her head away and said, "Male god? What kind of name is that? Then I'm still a goddess."
"That's what we call role models!" Xu Zhiyao explained, "You got first place in the city, so you're also my goddess."
Xu Sui started laughing with a "puchi" sound, and Jiang Changjia's face turned green.
"You're finished." Miss Jiang said this coldly and walked forward alone.
In the end, Xu Sui and Xu Zhiyao coaxed her for a long time before they calmed down.
Xu Zhiyao sighed: "Is it really that serious, Princess?"
"As for—"
"Okay." She nodded.
"Your idol has an older sister who graduated from Cambridge but didn't pursue a master's degree. She's now a teacher at Yubei University," Jiang Changjia began.
Yubei is the only 211 high school in Chongqing, but it's not well-received by Nankai No. 8 Middle School and the city's first high school. Teachers at these high schools often say, "If you don't study hard, you'll end up going to Yubei University next door."
But the overall strength is actually not bad.
Xu Sui pricked up his ears and listened quietly. It was impossible to eat because there was nothing to eat in the cafeteria. The three of them walked towards the canteen.
"His grandparents were officials, and his maternal grandparents were teachers. Before retirement, they were professors at a 985 university in Shanghai, and they returned to their roots only last year."
"His parents must have inherited their business and are also leaders in their fields. I don't know what he wants to do in the future. His thoughts are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people." Jiang Changjia smiled.
"This is incredible!" Xu Zhiyao grabbed Xu Sui's clothes and covered his mouth excitedly. He turned to Xu Sui and said, "Sui Sui, you must build a good relationship with him. Maybe he can assign us a job in the future."
Xu Sui: “?” I can’t do that. I get scared the moment I see him.
"Hey, don't rely on him. Look at me. Come and lick me. When I inherit the company, I will let you be my secretary." Jiang Changjia waved at Xu Zhiyao.
Xu Sui raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Xu Zhiyao was half-doubting and half-believing: "Really?"
"Fake."
"gun."
"But seriously, don't fall for him. He's a child of destiny. It's no exaggeration to say that he's been sought after since he was born. And not to mention whether they're a good match, there are a lot of people who like him. Like him? Isn't that asking for trouble? Unless you're pretty and good enough, but as far as I know, no one has been able to impress that guy yet." Jiang Changjia usually looks spoiled and out of tune, but at this moment he's unusually serious and speaks earnestly to his best friend.
Xu Sui lowered his head in panic, with a few strands of hair hanging down. As it was getting dark, he couldn't tell anything was wrong.
Xu Zhiyao quickly responded: "I know, I know. I just think he's amazing. Who would dare to like someone as distant as him? Really..."
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