He is Jiang Zhishu from Qingheng High School, with a face so handso it could make the heavens jealous, a naturally noble and aloof aristocratic deanor, and the brain of a genius with an extraordinary IQ.
Wherever he stands, it becos a scenic view.
Xia Ye is famous not only at Qingheng but in high schools across the nation.
He has represented the school in various competitions, always securing the first place title each ti.
So people even back down after hearing Xia Ye’s na because there are many geniuses in this world.
But he is a genius among geniuses.
At the youthful age of seventeen or eighteen.
The biggest topic of gossip among the girls at school is Xia Ye.
Not only is he a genius, but he also cos from a prominent family.
He is the young master of the Shengyuan Group.
So, in everyone’s eyes, he is a cloud in the sky, out of reach, only to be admired from afar.
However, it’s not impossible to get close to such a high and mighty male god.
In everyone’s opinion, Lu Yinxing is like a ladder to the clouds.
Because everyone knows she is Xia Ye’s sister.
So, Lu Yinxing’s drawer is always stuffed with love letters and gifts.
Mai Xiaoqi, of course, knows this little detail.
Mai Xiaoqi warned, "Lu Yinxing, I’m not like the others who shove love letters; you have to personally hand my love letter to him. If I succeed in getting a date with your brother this weekend, I’ll give you a pair of shoes worn by the Night God himself."
Lu Yinxing smilingly said, "Don’t worry, I’ll definitely complete the task, so get those shoes ready."
Although Lu Yinxing is in the sa school as Xia Ye.
They are not in the sa class.
Qingheng High School is actually known for its strict discipline, so might even say it’s sowhat inhumane.
The classes are divided based on the rankings of the final exams.
Therefore, geniuses are in the sa class with other geniuses, top students with top students, and the average ones in the sa class.
Of course, students like Lu Yinxing, who are considered slackers, are placed at the bottom of the thirteen classes, in the thirteenth class.
Soon, the class bell rang.
Mai Xiaoqi slowly returned to her seat.
The horoom teacher, Old Wang, also ca in.
Old Wang is the math teacher for the thirteenth class, and also the horoom teacher.
Though everyone calls him Old Wang, he’s actually a newly graduated teacher from a teacher’s college, only twenty-five years old, a handso guy.
He’s approachable, and the thirteenth class is full of mischievous rascals.
So naturally, no one is afraid of him.
So, even when he’s already standing at the podium, tapping the blackboard with a teaching stick several tis.
The classroom is still noisy as ever.
Old Wang raised his voice and shouted, "Classmates, settle down, it’s ti for math class. Guo Haiti, stop putting on makeup, you’re already beautiful enough. Zhou Ying, don’t fight with your deskmate, and Wu Wei, could you not have a hotpot feast during class? The sll has reached here..."
The classroom is still in chaos.
Old Wang shouted loudly, "The principal is here."
Perhaps Old Wang’s voice was so loud that it stunned everyone in the classroom, and there was instant silence.
Everyone reflexively looked towards the door.
Suddenly realizing.
The principal was indeed standing right at the door.
The principal is over fifty, with thinning hair, and students privately give him the nickna "diterranean" because of it.
However, he’s also renowned for his strictness.
He appears at the doors of various classrooms daily.
After the classroom quieted down, the principal clasped his hands behind his back and walked in with a stern face.
Upon entering, he started reprimanding: "Is there any other class like yours? You are the worst batch of students I’ve ever seen—unprecedented and never to be repeated. Studying is for your own sake, not for us or your parents. Your parents worked hard to send you here; do you think they sent you to have fun? A school is not an amusent park; if you don’t suffer now, you’ll have hardships to face when you venture out into society in the future."
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