Chapter 21 Controversy "It seems someone is about to suffer a premature heartbreak again."...
"What did you guess right?" Fang Chengyu didn't hear the second half of Yu Xiang's sentence clearly, and couldn't help but wonder.
"Nothing." Yu Xiang changed the subject, "This matter still depends on you."
"Ah? Why?" Zhang Miao blinked blankly.
"Because your action was completely unnecessary. I knew you couldn't do it so I definitely wouldn't have called you, but because of the way you acted I thought you could do it." Yu Xiang spread his hands helplessly and explained.
Fang Chengyu was stunned and said, "So you actually..."
Yu Xiang readily continued his words: "So I actually didn't plan to call you."
Zhang Miao: "Who are you going to call? Your deskmate?"
"What else? Anyone might not be able to do it, but he will definitely do it. If I don't call him, who else should I call?" Yu Xiang answered as a matter of course.
"Thank you for praising me so much." Jiang Ci's cold voice echoed over his head without warning.
"Shit." Yu Xiang, who was habitually leaning on his chair, was startled by the sudden appearance of Jiang Ci. He exerted force on his legs that were supporting the table rails, causing the chair legs to slip. He was about to fall flat on his face.
Fang Chengyu and Zhang Miao wanted to reach out and pull him back, but Jiang Ci had already taken a step ahead of them and quickly grabbed Yu Xiang's chair, successfully avoiding tragedy.
However, although Yu Xiang avoided the tragedy of his head coming into close contact with the hard floor tiles of the classroom, his head hit Jiang Ci's lower abdomen.
Jiang Ci lowered his head and met Yu Xiang's gaze, who was forced to look up.
The moment their eyes met, Yu Xiang felt as if his breathing seemed to stop for a short time, but he quickly came to his senses and immediately lifted the chair back.
"Weren't you called by Lei Gong to take pictures? Why are you back so soon?" In order to hide his embarrassment, Yu Xiang had to force himself to find a topic.
"I'll be back as soon as I'm done taking the picture." Lei Wanquan never pays much attention to composition when taking pictures. As long as the face is clear, it's done. Naturally, it won't take long.
"Oh, so that's it..." Yu Xiang covered his face with his hands, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"I've told you many times that lifting your chair is a bad habit." Jiang Ci pulled out his own chair and sat down. "You're still not able to change it even in your second year of high school."
"I'm not very smart to begin with. If I fall and become stupid someday..."
"Pfft, pfft, don't be such a pessimist." Yu Xiang ignored the awkwardness and turned around to accuse him without hesitation, "If you hadn't suddenly stood behind me and scared me, I wouldn't have slipped."
"That's just nonsense." Jiang Ci shook his head, then remembered something and asked, "Do you have a motto?"
"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
"Teacher Lei asked me to provide a motto for the reform of the list of outstanding students."
"Don't you have this thing yourself?" Yu Xiang was surprised.
"No." Jiang Ci replied calmly.
"So you're asking me what I want to do?"
"I'd like to borrow yours."
"Can I borrow your motto?" Zhang Miao's expression was as if he had discovered a new world. "This is the first time I've heard of this."
Fang Chengyu twitched his lips, completely bewildered. "Can't you just find one online? You've memorized so many things, any one of them can be your motto."
"I don't want to be too popular." This is how Jiang Ci explained.
Yu Xiang was full of questions: "Mine is niche?"
"Yeah." Jiang Ci said firmly.
Yu Xiang's eyes widened: "What's the reason?"
"Because your thinking process is different from that of ordinary people."
Yu Xiang: “…” For a moment he didn’t know whether this was a compliment or sarcasm.
He narrowed his eyes, thought seriously for a while, and suddenly an idea came to his mind -
"If I tell you, will you definitely adopt it?"
"Just don't go too far."
"Okay then."
So a few days later.
As usual, after every major exam, the list of outstanding students placed at the bottom of the teaching building would be crowded with people.
"My teacher's phone has a dead pixel. The photos he takes are so ugly."
"Our class is fine, but look at the students in Class 8, they're all black."
"Suddenly I feel like it's good not to be on this list. This is so socially dead."
"But Ning Anyan and Jiang Ci from Class 4 took great photos."
"Those two are just relying on their looks to hold on. Look at the other one in their class, it's horrible..."
"Speaking of Jiang Ci's motto...it's quite unique. Who's his deskmate? Could it be Ning Anyan?"
"No way, boys and girls are still allowed to sit at the same table in high school?"
Yu Xiang brought Zhang Miao and Fang Chengyu with them, and specially picked a time when no one else in their class was there. They squeezed to the front row with difficulty and accurately found Jiang Ci's photo on the list - the other people were not the ones they cared about.
"Oh my god, Brother Yu, he actually used it?" Fang Chengyu laughed so hard that his cheeks hurt when he saw the motto written under Jiang Ci's photo.
Yu Xiang's eyebrows twitched as he watched, "...I didn't expect he would actually dare to use it."
Zhang Miao also glanced at the short phrase, "Learn from my deskmate," and said sincerely, "Actually, I'm even more shocked that Lei Gong actually agreed to let him use this as his motto."
Yu Xiang: "I guess he trusted Jiang Ci too much and submitted it without even looking at it carefully."
Otherwise, with Lei Wanquan's style, when he saw this sentence, he would definitely first suspect whether Jiang Ci was threatened or led astray by him, and then question him what was going on as soon as possible.
"Hey, look at Ning Anyan's motto." Fang Chengyu suddenly noticed the column next to Jiang Ci's for Ning Anyan, and called out to Yu Xiang and Zhang Miao.
"What? Where is she?" Yu Xiang followed his instructions and began to look for Ning Anyan's photos one by one.
Zhang Miao: "Brother Yu...she's right next to your deskmate."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't notice." Yu Xiang finally locked onto Ning Anyan's position and was stunned when he saw her motto.
Learn from Jiang Ci.
Judging from the sentence structure alone, it is exactly the same as Jiang Ci's sentence, except that Ning Anyan mentioned the name.
"So ambiguous! I knew she must be interested in Jiang Ci." Fang Chengyu whispered.
"Is this intentional or a coincidence?" Zhang Miao also asked in a low voice.
"How could it be such a coincidence? It must have been intentional." Fang Chengyu said with certainty, "But she certainly didn't expect that Jiang Ci's words were actually the work of our Brother Yu. Poor girl."
"It seems like someone is going to suffer a premature heartbreak again." Yu Xiang stared at the words and uttered these words.
"Jiang Ci's deskmate is really not Ning Anyan? But it's obvious that their mottos were discussed together, right?" Not only the three of them, but people from other classes around them were also discussing this matter.
"But the last time I passed by Class 4, Jiang Ci's deskmate was a boy."
"What does he look like?"
"No, he was always sleeping every time I passed by, so I couldn't see his face."
"Brother Yu, it seems that everyone in the grade knows about your habit of falling asleep after class." Zhang Miao said in Yu Xiang's ear with a sly smile.
"Get lost. Don't generalize." Yu Xiang thought to himself how could it be so exaggerated.
The people we just discussed were almost all boys, but any girl who often peeked at their class door would know his name and appearance.
"But Ning Anyan seems to be sitting in the group next to Jiang Ci, just across a very narrow aisle." At this time, someone expressed a new opinion, "She can barely be considered a deskmate, right?"
"Is that so?"
"Fuck, you put it like that—"
"No." Yu Xiang suddenly interrupted them.
As soon as he spoke, everyone around him, including Zhang Miao and Fang Chengyu, was stunned.
Zhang Miao looked at Fang Chengyu in confusion, and communicated with him with his eyes: What are you doing, Brother Yu?
The latter gave him a look that said "How should I know?"
"How do you know it's not?"
Yu Xiang actually didn't know why he blurted out "no". He was just a little annoyed that group of people were stirring up trouble and were almost saying that white was black. As a result, he blurted out what was in his heart without paying attention.
But since it had already happened, he could only pretend to be calm and continue: "Because his deskmate is me."
"Even if it's you, that doesn't mean anything. Did you write his motto?" The other party immediately expressed doubt.
Yu Xiang: “…” This is really what I wrote.
His original intention was just to tease Jiang Ci, but who knew that Jiang Ci would actually do what he said and put this sentence on the list so beautifully.
"Anyway, they have nothing to do with each other. Believe it or not." Yu Xiang knew that even if he told them that the sentence was really written by him, few people would believe it. So he simply didn't say it. After saying that, he said to Zhang Miao and the others, "Let's go."
After returning to the classroom, Yu Xiang sat in his seat in a daze.
"What are you thinking about?" As soon as Jiang Ci returned to his seat, he saw Yu Xiang staring at the blackboard with empty eyes, obviously worried about something.
Of course, Yu Xiang wouldn't say that he was thinking about the scandal between you and that guy in our class, so he casually changed the subject: "Where have you been?"
"Teacher Wang asked us to come over to talk about participating in the English competition."
"You guys? Who are you with? Ning Anyan?" Yu Xiang asked subconsciously.
"Well. How do you know?" Jiang Ci asked back.
"Oh, just a random guess. After all, besides you, she's the best English speaker in our class." Yu Xiang propped his chin up with one hand and asked casually, "Have you seen the list downstairs?"
"What?"
"The one with your picture."
Jiang Ci understood and replied calmly, "Not yet. Have you gone to see it?"
"Just a quick glance."
"Have you seen my motto? Are you satisfied?"
Yu Xiang turned to look at Jiang Ci with mixed feelings: "It's okay. But why did you really use that phrase?"
"I said I would use it unless it was too outrageous."
"Isn't that outrageous enough?" Yu Xiang's pupils trembled.
"I don't think so." Jiang Ci was very frank.
As soon as he finished speaking, the bell rang.
The next class happens to be Lei Wanquan's class. If nothing unexpected happens, he will give an overall analysis of their class's test results, praising where necessary and criticizing where necessary.
The students in Class 4 have become accustomed to this process. Except for a few students who performed particularly poorly in the exams and were called out again, there was nothing wrong with everyone else.
Although Yu Xiang did very poorly in mathematics, physics, and biology, his Chinese, English, and geography saved him, so that his overall ranking and total score were not too bad - but mathematics was still singled out for criticism.
"Our class's overall results were relatively stable this time, especially our top five, who are all firmly in the top 50 of their grade. Those students who have fallen behind should be more vigilant, analyze the reasons, and strive to achieve better results next time," Lei Wanquan concluded with a stern face. "There are a few more things I'd like to mention."
Usually, what Lei Wanquan said meant that there would be a long speech next, so when Yu Xiang heard this, he took out the draft paper and pencil and started drawing the turtle again.
His painting posture was very casual, he only used his right hand to paint, and he was even reluctant to lift his other hand and put it on the table. Therefore, Jiang Ci, who was sitting on his left, could know what he was doing with just a quick glance.
It turned out that Jiang Ci had indeed glanced at him. After seeing what he had drawn, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch: "Why is it a turtle again?"
Yu Xiang didn't even bother to raise his head: "Because I only know how to draw turtles."
Jiang Ci: "..." How could a person's artistic talent be so poor?
"I can draw other things, but none as good as this." Yu Xiang pondered for a moment and decided to defend himself. "This is all because of that turtle you raised when you were a kid."
Jiang Ci: "?"
Although he didn't say anything, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he wanted to say, "Can this be blamed on me?"
"When I was a kid, whenever I wanted to draw, you sent me to draw the turtle in your house. As a result, I became an expert at drawing turtles, but any other drawings I made were like piles of dog shit." Yu Xiang explained the reason in a very low voice.
Jiang Ci was speechless.
"Yu Xiang." At the same time, Lei Wanquan on the podium suddenly called out Yu Xiang's name.
The latter was startled. His first reaction was that he had been discovered chatting. He felt uneasy: "!"
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I ran out to eat barbecue halfway through my New Year greetings and forgot about the update.
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