"You really have the potential to be a capitalist!" Zhou Pengfei made a face at Yang Yajing and waved to her.
“We’re going to be rich someday. If I’m satisfied with your painting, I’ll sponsor you in the future,” Yang Yajing said as she returned to Zhou Pengfei’s side.
Opening her sketchbook, the lifelike cartoons brought Yang Yajing back to the scene when she first saw them.
"Huh? Is that dead fish eye the math teacher? You're not paying attention in class!" Yang Yajing looked at the carp monster with decimal points spraying out its eyes and burst into laughter.
"How did you know?" Zhou Pengfei asked, as if he had found a kindred spirit. "His classes are so boring! And math... I really have no talent for it."
"Sigh! I also feel sleepy whenever his class is on! But I'm too short!"
"Huh? What does this have to do with height?" Zhou Pengfei didn't quite grasp the idea for a moment.
"First row, they must have been woken up by the decimal point!" Yang Yajing spread her hands, acting all mature.
"Pfft!" This time it was Zhou Pengfei's turn to burst out laughing.
"By the way, my name is Yang Yajing. What's your name?"
“Zhou Pengfei,” he replied, “I’m in Class 3.”
"Oh! We're in the same class!"
"Wow! A math class? Everyone in that class is so talented!" Zhou Pengfei exclaimed. "You wouldn't happen to be on the math Olympiad team too, would you?"
"Ta-da! You guessed right!" Yang Yajing patted her chest with a smile. "If you're worried about failing, you can come to me for help, but you'll have to exchange a painting for it!"
"He really is a capitalist!" That's what he said, but Zhou Pengfei didn't refuse.
Yang Yajing knew he wouldn't refuse, because he would really fail soon and come to her for help.
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