8. Unsuccessful communication
As if he realized that someone wanted to beat him up, Xiao Cheng looked towards Xu Wenqiang.
Before Xu Wenqiang could lower her head, she turned her gaze to Gao Zhe who was standing next to Xiao Cheng, glancing at Xiao Cheng out of the corner of her eye.
She saw Xiao Cheng look at her, smiled meaningfully, and turned to talk to Xing Jiaqi.
Xu Wenqiang's scalp tightened when Xiao Cheng laughed at her. "Lin Tong, do you know how many points Xiao Cheng got in the high school entrance exam?"
"XXX points."
Hearing the score Lin Tong said, Xu Wenqiang was stunned and couldn't help but look at Su Xiaoshan. Su Xiaoshan was actually more than ten points lower than him.
"He is the first in our class and the first in the grade," said Lin Tong.
"Yeah?"
Xu Wenqiang couldn't help but feel lucky for Fu Dongqing. Although she was very unlucky to be the last in her class, having Xiao Cheng, who was the first, was a compensation for her.
"He's the top scorer in the high school entrance exam in Qingshi City, don't you know?"
Xu Wenqiang laughed dryly: "I don't know now."
"Actually, we don't need to pay too much attention to them. They play their games and we play ours. They and we just use the same classroom. As for the rest, they are them and we are us."
Lin Tong drew a clear line and put Xu Wenqiang on her side.
In response, Xu Wenqiang agreed, saying, "That's true. There's nothing much to say to them." But what she was thinking in her heart was, they are them, you are you, and there may not be much to say between me and you.
"By the way, which junior high school are you from?" Lin Tong asked.
"I am--"
Just as Xu Wenqiang was about to answer, she heard someone shouting, "Xu Wenqiang, who is Xu Wenqiang?"
Xu Wenqiang stood up: "I am."
"Are you Xu Wenqiang?" A tall young woman with bright looks strode up to Xu Wenqiang.
"I am." Xu Wenqiang looked at the woman warily. Her tone was similar to when Fu Dongqing confirmed to her that she was the last one.
The woman said to Xu Wenqiang, "Come out with me for a moment."
Xu Wenqiang was completely confused and followed the woman out of the classroom.
The four people outside the classroom were still there, not saying a word, all looking at Xu Wenqiang and the young woman.
"Xu Wenqiang, my name is Wang Rui, and I'm your class's math teacher," said the young woman.
Xu Wenqiang quickly greeted, "Hello, Teacher Wang."
"Don't be nervous. I just want to see what someone who gets full marks in math in the high school entrance exam looks like." Wang Rui said, looking at Xu Wenqiang.
Xu Wenqiang let Wang Rui look around: "Teacher Wang, I actually look quite normal, just two eyes, a nose, and a mouth."
"Besides being good at math, you're also quite interesting to talk about." Wang Rui had seen enough and patted Xu Wenqiang's shoulder with satisfaction. "Be my math class representative."
Xu Wenqiang felt that this was inappropriate: "Teacher Wang, the class representative must be arranged by the homeroom teacher."
"It's okay, I'll talk to Teacher Fu, you don't have to worry about it." Wang Rui said.
Xu Wenqiang thought about the way Fu Dongqing had looked at her and felt that this was probably going to be a tough situation. Although being a class representative wasn't a high-ranking position like a class committee member, it was a position that allowed one to become very close to the teacher, and it was traditionally held by students with good grades. For someone like her, last in the class and last in the grade, the thought of it made her feel unworthy.
So Xu Wenqiang politely declined: "Teacher Wang, although my math grades are good, my overall grades are not good. They are very bad. So, you should find someone with good math grades and good overall grades to be the class representative."
But Wang Rui said, "I know your overall grades are not good, and I also know you are the last in your class."
"Uh..." Xu Wenqiang didn't know what to say.
"I only teach mathematics, so I only look at your math grades. It's rare to see someone get full marks in mathematics in the high school entrance examination." Wang Rui looked at Xu Wenqiang as if she were looking at a newly unearthed cultural relic.
Xu Wenqiang got goose bumps from being looked at, but she still said, "Teacher Wang, please discuss this matter with Teacher Fu."
"Don't worry, I'm the class representative and I have the final say." Wang Rui looked confident.
Xu Wenqiang laughed dryly, but still felt that Wang Rui was too optimistic.
"Okay, it's okay, go back to the classroom."
"Goodbye, teacher."
After watching Wang Rui leave, Xu Wenqiang was about to return to the classroom when someone stopped her, "Hey, classmate, wait a moment."
Xu Wenqiang took a look and saw that it was Gao Zhe.
Gao Zhe came over and said to Xu Wenqiang, "We were just chatting, and we heard the teacher say that you are very good at math. We wanted to talk to you."
Xu Wenqiang glanced behind Gao Zhe. The two girls were looking at her eagerly with warm smiles on their faces. She glanced at Xiao Cheng again. He was also smiling, but his smile was limited.
This seemed like an invitation, but also like a trap. Xu Wenqiang decided to be cautious and stay away from them.
"Classmate, guess which junior high school I graduated from?" Xu Wenqiang asked.
"Which junior high school?" Gao Zhe looked at Xu Wenqiang and said, "You're not from Lixin Middle School, are you from Yucai Middle School?"
"no."
"Gucheng Middle School?"
"No." Gao Zhe was about to guess, but Xiao Cheng looked at Xu Wenqiang and said, "You are from Qingshi Middle School, right?"
When they heard the words "Qingshi Middle School", the friendly smiles on Chen Mengyao and Xing Jiaqi's faces were shocked and distorted.
Qingshi Middle School is the oldest, most run-down, and also the most chaotic and poorly run junior high school in Qingshi City. Skipping classes is commonplace, and the school's annual enrollment rate is among the lowest. While these are commonplace, the reason it evokes such dread is the periodic outbreak of brawls, even horrific reports of people jumping from buildings and bloodshed, with no certainty of authenticity.
It, along with the Qingshi Farmers' Market and the nearby bungalows, was forgotten in the cracks of the city and had long since rotted away.
Xu Wenqiang said: "Yes, I am from Qingshi Middle School."
Xing Jiaqi and Chen Mengyao looked at each other and said, "We still have things to do," "We'll go back first," and then ran away holding hands.
Xu Wenqiang looked at Gao Zhe and said with a smile, "Classmate, are you still communicating?"
Gao Zhe forced a distorted smile on his face, said "Let's talk about it next time" and returned to the classroom.
Only Xiao Cheng was left. Xu Wenqiang said with admiration, "You haven't been scared away yet?"
"Why would I be afraid of you?" Xiao Cheng sneered and glanced at Xu Wenqiang. "What do you have to be afraid of? I saw it yesterday. You're quite good at taking a beating."
Xu Wenqiang looked at Xiao Cheng in front of her, resisting the urge to hit him. Now that they were alone, he had become the arrogant and indifferent person he had been at the farmers' market.
"Then you stayed here, are you really planning to discuss mathematics with me?" Xu Wenqiang said bitterly.
"I have no interest in your math studies. I am interested in your mental arithmetic ability," said Xiao Cheng.
Xu Wenqiang rolled her eyes: "I've already said that my heart calculation is our family's unique secret, passed down within the family and not to outsiders, passed down to daughters and not to sons——"
"Do you think I'll believe your nonsense?"
"Believe it or not."
Both of them disliked each other and could not get along at all.
After a while, Xiao Cheng spoke again: "I'm really curious about how you have this mental arithmetic ability. Your family conditions are limited. Unless you are a self-taught genius, I really can't figure it out..."
Xu Wenqiang figured it out. She looked at Xiao Cheng and said, "You're curious, but you can't figure it out. Is it because you think I'm not worthy?"
Xiao Cheng looked at Xu Wenqiang, a fierce look flashing in his eyes.
"Her family sells seafood at the farmers' market, so they definitely don't have much money. She's also a student at Bluestone Middle School, so naturally, she doesn't have many good educational resources. So how did she have this mental arithmetic ability?"
Xu Wenqiang looked at Xiao Cheng with a half-smile, "Isn't it because you think I'm unworthy that you're holding a grudge against me?"
Xiao Cheng was silent for a while, then looked at Xu Wenqiang with a half-smile: "I didn't expect that you would hit the nail on the head on all my thoughts."
Xu Wenqiang sighed and said, "What a shame! Even if you think it's a waste of talent, there's nothing you can do about it. After all, I have this ability."
Xiao Cheng: "As expected of someone who grew up in a farmers' market and has seen the world. Really sharp-tongued and eloquent."
"Thank you for the compliment." Xu Wenqiang said with a forced smile, "Since communication failed, I'll go back to the classroom first."
Xu Wenqiang turned and left. Xiao Cheng looked at her back and made a note of the "failed communication".
As soon as Xu Wenqiang walked into the classroom, she found that everyone in the classroom was staring at her. Xu Wenqiang didn't care, because she was thick-skinned anyway.
As soon as she sat down, Lin Tong asked her with hostility: "You and Xiao Cheng have been chatting outside for so long, do you want to join them in the play?"
Xu Wenqiang sneered and said, "Didn't you just ask me which junior high school I went to? I'm from Qingshi Junior High. Do you think they'll let me join them?"
The hostility on Lin Tong's face turned into fear: "Are you from Qingshi Junior High School?!"
"Don't be afraid, I'm a good person." Xu Wenqiang smiled very kindly to comfort Lin Tong.
But the effect was not very good. Lin Tong looked even more scared: "Stop laughing, it's too creepy."
"Okay, I won't laugh anymore." Xu Wenqiang moved the corners of her twitching mouth and said, "We're just temporary deskmates anyway, so just hold on for a while."
Lin Tong said nothing, carefully moved away, and then never spoke to Xu Wenqiang again.
Only after Fu Dongqing had rearranged the seats for the entire class according to height did Lin Tong timidly ask Xu Wenqiang, "Are you really a good person?"
Xu Wenqiang swore: "I really am a good person."
Lin Tong sat down next to Xu Wenqiang again, and the two of them went from being temporary deskmates to real deskmates.
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