Chapter 31 Jealousy "You don't seem happy tonight, why? ...
The lingering sound of Jiang Ci's last words lingered in my mind for a long time even after I returned home.
Follow your heart...
That being said, the biggest problem is that he himself doesn't know what he's thinking. It's too confusing.
So he didn't come up with a definite answer, so he could only put it aside for the time being and let nature take its course.
Anyway, they will probably go their separate ways after graduating from high school. No matter how strong the buff of being in the same school and class is, it probably won't be able to bridge the gap in grades between him and Jiang Ci.
Unless Jiang Ci performs poorly in the college entrance examination and gets into a small second-tier university with him, or unless he performs exceptionally well and gets in - no, no matter how exceptional he is, he should not be able to get into one of those double first-class universities.
But Jiang Ci's performance has always been stable, so neither the former nor the latter is likely to happen.
The May Day holiday for high school students is over soon.
According to school regulations, they all have to arrive at school in the evening of the last day of the holiday to attend evening self-study, which can be regarded as a buffer for resuming normal study life.
The so-called buffer, to put it simply, is to complete the unfinished homework before class tomorrow.
"Ahhh, hurry up and write, why are there so many—"
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm really going to die——"
As soon as the evening reading was over, the students in Class 4 broke their usual habit of falling asleep. Instead, a large number of them sat down on their seats as if their buttocks were welded to their seats, holding a pen in their hands, groaning and writing furiously.
But in fact, this kind of scene of widespread misery does not appear after every holiday. This time it was because the evening reading just now was about mathematics.
Fan Zhengqing said that he would explain the holiday math homework in class tomorrow, and it would most likely be the same format as the previous few days.
This bad news successfully crushed a large number of students who had blocked his way and refused to check. So after class, as soon as Fan Zhengqing left, they took out the papers they had taken back and looked for others' papers to borrow and copy.
"Brother Yu! Wake up! You must have finished the math test, right? Help me!" After confirming several times that Fan Zhengqing had gone far away, Zhang Miao and Fang Chengyu came to Yu Xiang's seat like a gust of wind, and tried pitifully to wake up Yu Xiang who was already unconscious.
"Stop making so much noise. You guys are always here to help someone in need... There aren't that many emergencies for you to help..." Yu Xiang narrowed his eyes with difficulty. "Just look in the drawer yourself."
"Brother Yu, you're so reliable!" Zhang Miao was so moved that she was almost in tears. "Unlike Lao Fang, who was so engrossed in his travels that he even did less homework than I did."
Fang Chengyu was speechless: "You didn't travel and only wrote a few words, so don't blame me."
"Okay, okay, we're both equally talented. Otherwise, how could we be deskmates?" Zhang Miao crouched down, head lowered, searching Yu Xiang's desk for the papers he'd done during the holidays. Due to the lack of light, he couldn't find them. "I can't find them, Brother Yu..."
Yu Xiang didn't even bother to open his eyes this time: "It's in there anyway, just do your best."
Zhang Miao had no choice but to move closer, with half of his head almost touching Yu Xiang's abdomen.
"Don't look for it." A cold voice came from above.
As soon as he heard the voice, he knew it was Jiang Ci, but out of politeness, Zhang Miao still raised his head and straightened his back to look at Jiang Ci's face: "?" What's the matter?
Could it be that you want to stop him from copying homework?
Although Jiang Ci never cared about such trivial matters in the past, there was no guarantee that he would suddenly want to intervene today.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible, and alarm bells began to ring in his heart.
But to his surprise, Jiang Ci simply picked up a stack of test papers and handed them to him: "His answers are almost the same as mine."
Zhang Miao was completely stunned, a huge question mark seemed to appear above his head. He turned around and looked at Fang Chengyu, who was also dumbfounded, asking: "What does he mean by this?"
The latter responded with a look that suggested "I guess they're asking you to copy it," and motioned for him to take it quickly.
Finally, Zhang Miao and Fang Chengyu returned to their seats holding the stack of test papers and were still in shock.
"Old Fang, do you know how I feel now?" Zhang Miao looked at Fang Chengyu with firm eyes.
"What does it feel like?"
“It felt like a standard answer had fallen from the sky.”
Fang Chengyu: “…” It’s almost the same.
"Hey, Sanshui, have you borrowed the answers to copy them? After you've copied them, lend them to me too... Shit, whose answers did you borrow? How come you filled them all up? You filled up the last big question too? Did you search for them all using the question-taking software? What's the difference between this and turning yourself in?" A boy in the front row turned his head and said to Zhang Miao.
Zhang Miao raised his eyebrows mysteriously and leaned over to whisper, "You wouldn't say that if you knew who this belongs to."
The boy didn't take it seriously: "Is it Yu Xiang's? I just saw you sliding on your knees at his place. Isn't his place a paid photoshoot?"
Zhang Miao snorted coldly and turned the test paper to the front, where Jiang Ci's name was clearly visible.
The boy took a closer look and gasped, "You're so awesome! How did you get Jiang Ci's homework? How did you convince him? I didn't even dare to ask him for it."
"He gave it to me on his own initiative." Zhang Miao was inexplicably proud, and the last part of his voice couldn't help but rise.
"You're kidding, how is that possible - right, Old Fang?" The boy said as he turned his inquiring eyes to Fang Chengyu who was writing furiously.
"Indeed, he gave it to me on his own initiative... Where did I copy it? Sanshui, don't look around randomly, just look at the previous page." Fang Chengyu was busy and replied perfunctorily.
The boy's eyes widened as he looked towards Jiang Ci's seat in the back row. He saw that the owner of the test paper was holding up half of his face with one hand and tilting his head, seemingly looking at his sleeping classmate.
Of course, it is also possible that he was just daydreaming. It is understandable that the academic god has a unique way of resting.
So he retracted his gaze and continued to say to Zhang Miao: "Then lend it to me after you finish copying it—"
"Stop, go ask him yourself if it's okay." Zhang Miao said immediately.
"Why would I ask him? Can't I just copy yours?"
Zhang Miao suddenly realized: "Yes, it can be done this way."
The news that Jiang Ci's homework was with Zhang Miao quickly spread throughout the class, and many people came over, including some with good grades, to check the answers.
As a result, Zhang Miao's table was packed that evening, and it was already packed as soon as get out of class ended. Yu Xiang, who had just woken up and didn't know what was going on, rubbed his eyes. Seeing so many people gathered in the front row, he frowned and muttered, "Did those two buy new shoes again? So many people are watching?"
"They should tell you the first time they buy new shoes." Jiang Ci heard what he muttered and replied casually.
"What's that for?" Yu Xiang wanted to go over and join in the fun, but just as he was about to stand up, the bell rang. He had no choice but to give up the idea and decided to just pass a note over to ask during the next class.
He stretched his neck, which was a little sore from sleeping, reached into the desk and took out his holiday homework.
After taking it out, he was stunned: "Why do I remember that my homework seemed to have been borrowed? Did they copy it so quickly?"
"They didn't find yours."
"So you won't copy it?" Yu Xiang asked suspiciously.
"No. So they copied mine."
Yu Xiang turned his head and looked at Jiang Ci in disbelief: "You lent them your homework to copy?"
Jiang Ci looked at Yu Xiang's shocked expression and pursed his lips slightly: "...There's no difference between copying you and copying me."
Yu Xiang: “…” That’s true. After all, Jiang Ci taught him how to do most of the questions, and he checked the answers after finishing them.
but--
"Why don't you usually copy for me?" Yu Xiang asked sourly.
Jiang Ci also heard the subtle tone in Yu Xiang's voice, and a chord in his heart was deeply touched, so he asked cautiously: "Are you angry?"
"No. It's your freedom to copy for anyone. Why should I be angry?" In fact, Yu Xiang's breathing stopped for a second when he heard Jiang Ci ask this.
Was he angry? Probably not. Just a little annoyed.
But what reason does he have to do this?
Yu Xiang fell into a dilemma.
"Yeah. That's good."
Yu Xiang gritted his teeth.
It's strange, why does it sound so angry?
As a result, Yu Xiang was depressed and scratched his head throughout the evening study session.
"Brother Yu! Shall we leave the school together after school?" As soon as the school bell rang, Zhang Miao and Fang Chengyu, who had already prepared to rush home, came.
Yu Xiang, who was still slowly packing his schoolbag, raised his head and blinked.
It’s bad, even these two seem a little unhappy. What’s going on?
Come on, Yu Xiang! You're not such a petty person! Wake up!
Fang Chengyu looked blankly at Yu Xiang, who appeared calm on the surface but was roaring inside: "Brother Yu, what's wrong with you?"
Yu Xiang immediately lowered his head: "Nothing, wait a moment, it will be done soon."
Zhang Miao watched Yu Xiang stuff several books into his schoolbag and felt something was wrong. "Brother Yu, why are you bringing so many books home? Aren't they too heavy?"
"Oh, take it home as bedtime reading."
"Are you going to work hard?" Zhang Miao whispered.
"Yes, I suggest you work hard as well." Jiang Ci had already packed up and said to them calmly.
"Oh my god, what's going on?" Zhang Miao grabbed Fang Chengyu's neck and asked, "What happened to him?"
Fang Chengyu looked puzzled: "You ask me, who should I ask? Who knows what Brother Yu went through this holiday?"
"hiss."
Fang Chengyu: "What are you hissing about? Do you know?"
Zhang Miao's expression was serious. "I lost the dare that day and forced him to accept a passionate air kiss from me. Could it be that I disgusted him and that's why he's working so hard to improve himself?"
Fang Chengyu couldn't stand it any longer and rolled his eyes at his friend: "You'd better stop overestimating yourself."
Zhang Miao's train of thought never disappoints: "You mean to say I'm not that disgusted yet?"
Fang Chengyu closed his eyes in despair: "Get lost. I don't want to talk to a fool."
"Why are you suddenly so angry..." Zhang Miao muttered, not taking these words to heart at all.
"We've packed up, let's go." Yu Xiang picked up his schoolbag and stood up, saying to the three of them.
Before this, he was almost accustomed to walking home with Jiang Ci, and he and Zhang Miao always left the school together, so naturally they became a group of four walking together on the way out of the school.
It was a bit awkward at first, but gradually they got along well, and Zhang Miao and the others could even talk to Jiang Ci occasionally.
"I'm a little hungry. Do you want to get some midnight snack?" The cool night breeze helped Yu Xiang relieve a lot of the depression in his heart.
"Complete!" Zhang Miao was the first to respond.
Finally, the four of them bought a pancake each at the school gate, split into two groups and set out on their journey home.
Yu Xiang was walking while chewing on a sesame cake. As he was chewing, he realized something was wrong and turned his head away, looking down: "Why aren't you eating?"
"I don't like eating while walking."
"But it won't taste good if it gets cold when you get home, right?"
"The weather won't get cold that quickly."
"That's not so delicious."
After a stalemate, the two finally found a bench to sit on near the green belt on the side of the road.
Jiang Ci slowly ate his portion of pancake, and after swallowing it, he suddenly asked, "You don't seem very happy tonight. Why?"
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