Yu Ci had already sat back down in her seat. Her phone in the drawer was flashing a green dot, indicating a new text message.
He put down his phone, smiling calmly: "Good competition leads to breakthroughs, and I'll wait and see."
Xu Yizhou clicked his tongue in amazement, thinking, "No wonder he's a top student, he really knows how to talk."
He said to Xie Jingcheng, "Go for it, Cheng-ge! Let the veteran academic geniuses see how powerful we are!"
Xie Jingcheng remained unmoved. He didn't really care about grades; he just wanted to set a good example for the children.
He said, "Good luck to you."
Xu Yizhou's expression turned serious as he looked around: "What's wrong? Is Xin Bapi targeting me again?"
Xie Jingcheng: "Grade Group".
Xu Yizhou was even more puzzled: "Why are they staring at me? I performed normally."
They consistently remained near the bottom of their grade.
Xie Jingcheng calmly said, "Maybe they think you have potential and can be developed."
Xu Yizhou: "!!!"
Indeed, after Xie Jingcheng's case, the grade level team felt there were still some who had slipped through the net and planned to crack down on tutoring for underachieving students within the school.
Xu Yizhou was instantly like a salted fish that had lost all its dreams.
Is this what they call "when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven"?
Thank you, he will go peacefully.
Before the end of the last self-study period, the math teacher called Xie Jingcheng to his office and asked him to do a test paper.
Xie Jingcheng raised an eyebrow, but still found a seat and started writing.
Forty minutes later.
The teacher asked again, "Are you done writing?"
So fast, fifty minutes longer than his expected hour and a half.
"Um."
The teacher sighed inwardly, noting that most students were too impatient and wrote quickly without paying attention.
But the more he looked, the more surprised he became. Apart from some steps being skipped or omitted, everything else was fine, and the answers were all correct.
Finally, the teacher asked with a smile, "Xie Jingcheng, would you like to participate in the math competition?"
The boy nodded indifferently, and the teacher smiled even more broadly, opening a drawer. "Come on, fill out this form."
Xie Jingcheng glanced over the stack of forms, and saw that the top one was Yu Ci's application form.
His gaze lingered on the date of birth in the top column. May 15th, isn't that today?
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