Perhaps due to someone's deliberate or unintentional instigation, by the time Qin Sheng arrived at school the next day, the news of the midterm exam average score comparison between Class 1 and Class 2 had already spread throughout the entire senior year.
As Qin Sheng walked from the school gate to Class 1, he received countless meaningful glances, and some people even shook their heads and sighed.
Qin Sheng: "..."
She entered the classroom expressionlessly, and her agitation only subsided when she saw the light blue packaged milk tea on the table.
He pushed the straw in and started sipping.
Song Yanzhi looked surprised and suspicious: "Aren't you even going to ask who bought it for you?"
Qin Sheng glanced at him: "Not you?"
Song Yanzhi: ...Yes, yes, but what if it isn't?
However, looking at the girl's cool and aloof eyes, he finally just touched his nose and explained, "The milk tea that Class Two lost to us yesterday was gone too quickly, so I didn't have time to buy it. I'm making it up to you today."
Qin Sheng casually replied.
Song Yanzhi secretly observed her expression, and seeing that she seemed to be in a good mood, he tentatively asked, "You're pretty good at King of Glory, are you interested in playing...?"
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the girl's two cold words.
Qin Sheng: "Not interested."
Song Yanzhi: "...I haven't even finished speaking yet, can't you listen to me before you refuse?"
Qin Sheng glanced at him: "Aren't we forming a team?"
Song Yanzhi's mouth dropped open: "How did you know?"
Qin Sheng fell silent.
All right.
Song Yanzhi touched his nose and understood.
It must have been his mother who said it.
He mentally grumbled a few words about why his mother told Qin Sheng everything, but then smiled obsequiously, "Qin Xiaosheng, look how good you are at games, you should make full use of that skill, otherwise it would be such a waste!"
Qin Sheng remained unmoved, repeating the same three words: "Not interested."
Song Yanzhi's face turned bitter. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he leaned closer to Qin Sheng, lowering his voice to say, "How about you be my sparring partner? Interested?"
Before Qin Sheng could refuse, he quickly said, "I won't let you accompany me for free. I'll pay you a salary, based on the highest market price for sparring partners... plus two... three times that, how about it?"
Qin Sheng finally glanced at him.
Song Yanzhi was secretly delighted, thinking that things were looking promising. But the next second, she looked away, casually opened the text message on her phone, and five seconds later, looked up and said, "Not interested."
He happened to catch a glimpse of Song Yanzhi's bank account balance, which he couldn't even count how many digits it had: "..."
Goodness, where did this rich woman come from? Can he hook up with her?
Song Yanzhi was completely at a loss. She slumped onto the table like an abandoned stray dog, looking utterly dejected.
Qin Sheng glanced at him, thought for a moment, and said, "However, I can introduce you to a sparring partner."
The friends of a master are all masters!
Song Yanzhi instantly perked up, staring at her with shining eyes: "Do you have your skills?"
Qin Sheng thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "He should be a little better than me."
After all, she hadn't touched the game for over two years, and had only recently picked it up again, while those guys had been consistently active on the front lines.
Two years have passed, they must have made a lot of progress by now, right?
Song Yanzhi was already excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, his whole body almost twisted into a pretzel, and he immediately said: "Okay!"
Qin Sheng tapped the table: "Conditions."
Song Yanzhi stiffened: "There are still conditions?"
Qin Sheng picked up the stack of exercise books on his desk and said without changing his expression, "Help me do a month's worth of homework."
Song Yanzhi: "???"
After a long pause, he managed to speak with great difficulty: "Are you sure you're not joking?"
Qin Sheng looked at him seriously and said, "No."
He paused, then added, "I guarantee an 80% accuracy rate."
Song Yanzhi: "!!!"
He suspected she wanted to kill him, and he had ample evidence!
One day!
Qin Sheng glanced at him, then sent him two WeChat messages: "You can inspect the goods first and then decide."
With a pained expression, Song Yanzhi sent a friend request, but it wasn't until almost noon that she received a notification that the request had been accepted. Then came a barrage of messages.
Before Song Yanzhi could even look, a scream that almost shook the rooftop startled her so much that she dropped her phone.
The phone stubbornly flickered a few times, then a faint light flashed before plunging into complete darkness.
Song Yanzhi: "..."
Damn it!
He immediately turned around and grabbed Lin Ziqi, who sat at the back of the table, by the collar: "Lin Da Pang, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I'm not done with you!!"
Lin Ziqi's face trembled with excitement: "My idol! My idol! My idol is in Ancheng! I'm going to see my idol soon!!"
"Actor Qin?" Song Yanzhi raised an eyebrow, then slowly released his grip on Qin's collar, and asked in surprise, "Weren't you supposed to be filming some movie in seclusion? Why are you suddenly in Ancheng?"
"I heard online that filming wrapped up early, but I don't know the specific reason yet. But my idol has already gotten off the plane. No way, I have to ask for leave! I missed him last time, but I must see him this time!"
As Lin Ziqi spoke, he rushed out of his seat and headed towards the classroom door. However, he was so excited that he tripped over a box that everyone had placed in the aisle, and he immediately flew out of control.
Just as he was about to fall flat on his face, a slender hand reached out from the side, grabbed Lin Ziqi's clothes in mid-air, and pulled him back. By the time everyone reacted, Lin Ziqi was already standing steadily on the ground.
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