By the time Chen Wenzhi finished his exam, it was already quite late.
We'll be eating in an hour.
The sports field was drenched in sweat, and few students in the stands looked up. They were either doing their homework or chatting quietly; in short, they couldn't look up unless the teacher told them to cheer.
Ren Yi fell asleep leaning against the telephone pole next to his seat.
Chen Wenzhi admired Ren Yi's sleeping face for a while, then quietly left. He didn't take his pass, and the girl who kept the pass called after him, saying, "Chen Wenzhi! You can't go to the toilet without a pass!"
"I don't need to go to the toilet."
"..."
The girl was speechless. Sure enough, the top student in the class had some unusual habits.
He stood not far away, watching the entrance to the toilet.
As expected, Ying Qian sat next to the table that the student council had moved, leaning on it, and writing a test paper with another student council member.
The student council even had a sign that read "First Year of High School".
Chen Wenzhi walked over to Ying Qian's side, and she realized what was happening. She shifted halfway down her seat and said with a smile, "Perfect timing, let me see this question."
Chen Wenzhi frowned and stared at the half of the seat, lost in thought.
To sit or not to sit?
He hesitated for a moment, then sat down under Ying Qian's expectant gaze.
Their breaths lingered once more.
He broke out in a fine sweat, and his breathing was deliberately suppressed.
He held his breath and focused intently as he explained the last major problem on the math exam, analyzing it step by step.
This wasn't difficult for Qian, and she quickly grasped the concept.
Chen Wenzhi wanted to get up, since it would be too conspicuous for the two of them to share a bench.
Ying Qian grabbed him and said, "Don't go, don't go, there's still physics to do..."
Physics is really my weak point.
She filled in the multiple-choice and experimental physics questions. Apart from some keywords in the question stem and some messy pencil drawings, there were no other traces in her answers.
The autumn breeze is gentle.
Chen Wenzhi was afraid that she would fall because she couldn't sit still, so he subtly protected her with his right hand.
He held a pencil in his left hand and explained step by step.
He can write with his left hand, supposedly because he practiced it when he was a child by helping others with their homework.
The first-year high school student would make an excuse to go to the toilet and quietly leave; he didn't want to be seen being fed dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).
Ying Qian's eyelashes fluttered, and her lips glistened with moisture.
Chen Wenzhi shifted his gaze slightly, catching a glimpse of her lips. His heart fluttered, so he closed his eyes, turning his head directly towards the exam paper, out of sight, out of mind...
His thin lips moved as he spoke, witty remarks flowing freely.
Ying Qian would occasionally tug at his hair, and he would give her a helpless look, saying, "If you understand, I'll let you tug."
"You said that?"
"I said it."
Is this for real? Ying Qian picked up her pen and quickly wrote a process that was comparable to the answer key on the exam paper.
A clear and detailed answer will definitely earn you full marks.
Chen Wenzhi immediately felt like he had been tricked by her, and was somewhat sullen. After all, he was not a narrow-minded person, and he would not neglect his promise to her.
He obediently moved closer to her, wanting her to pull his hair, but the girl froze, her round almond eyes blinking blankly.
"Weren't you going to pull my hair?" he asked seriously.
His voice was cold, and Ying Qian knew he wasn't happy, but she also sensed a hint of a smile in his eyes. She shook her head. "No..."
Chen Wenzhi frowned: "Hmm?"
Just a moment ago she was excitedly trying to pull my hair, but now she's all docile and obedient.
I understand her less and less.
That's true, how easy is it to guess what's on a girl's mind?
He sighed helplessly, glancing at the near-perfect solution: "I hope you can think this clearly when you're taking a serious physics exam."
"Okay," she replied weakly.
She realized that she might not be stupid, just lazy, too lazy to use her brain.
"Does the thought process only begin when there's a reward?" Chen Wenzhi suddenly asked, his well-defined knuckles gently flipping over the questions in front of her, which were, to put it bluntly, a complete mess.
It's often said that physics and mathematics are inseparable, but in Ying Qian's case, they seem to be completely separate.
He looked tired and looked up to stare directly at Ying Qian.
Her eyes were filled with tears: "Yes, yes, yes, then if you do well on the next test, give me some reward."
"Do you know what the next exam is?" he asked seriously.
Ying Qian knew about the placement test for the arts and sciences track.
“You don’t need to take the physics exam,” Chen Wenzhi said. “You should choose the humanities exam.”
Ying Qian nodded in agreement, but then said, "What if I suddenly want to choose science?" Her gaze was complicated, as if she were testing Chen Wenzhi.
He clearly sensed this probing intent.
As expected, he said firmly: "Humanities is the most suitable for you. I don't think choosing science is the right choice for you. There are too many uncertainties in science for you."
"Hmm." Her eyes crinkled at the corners, and she patted Chen Wenzhi's head unexpectedly.
Before I could retract my weapon, I heard a desperate, hoarse cry.
"Ying Qian!"
The two of them looked toward the source of the sound.
The camera shutter was pressed quickly, producing a "click" sound.
Photographer Ren Yi, with a smile on his face, preserved the photos forever in his camera.
Ying Qian quickly withdrew her hand, feeling very sorry for her offense.
However, Ren Yi had recorded that scene! She shook her hand and rushed after Ren Yi: "Hey! Ren Yi! Delete that photo! If you're going to take a picture, at least take a nice one! Ren Yi!"
Ren Yi was agile and managed to keep up with her.
"No, no—you look great, Ying Qian. You're not ugly either, so what are you afraid of taking pictures of?"
"..." Ying Qian gasped for breath.
She wasn't afraid of taking photos at all; what she was afraid of was taking photos with Chen Wenzhi.
Ren Yi was about three meters away from her, and she didn't want to chase after him anymore. She was so tired that she squatted down on the spot.
Ren Yi waved the camera around.
It was right after school, and all the students rushed to the cafeteria.
The noise was deafening, and the students' families were also arranged to have their meals at a designated location.
The two people chasing each other on the basketball court in front of the restroom went unnoticed.
The boy, sitting quietly, reflected the girl's sweat-dampened bangs in his dark eyes. He paused for a moment, then smiled. His smile was like the warm winter sun and the cool breeze after a summer rain—simple, subtle, neither flamboyant nor overly bright.
The first-year student council members weren't interested in enforcing discipline. Leaning against the wall, they watched from afar, thinking how wonderful it would be if Chen Wenzhi were a girl; she would definitely be the school beauty of No. 3 Middle School.
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