Jiang Nian gave Zhou Yuting’s QQ to Zhou Haifei, "Just right, you guys share the sa family na."
Facing this matchmaking attempt, Zhou Haifei was initially a bit annoyed.
He thought, what the heck, are you trying to match with soone unattractive? But due to soone’s authority, he didn’t dare act out and rely glanced over, holding back his feelings.
Suddenly, he found himself unable to look away, smiling like the spring breeze, eyes like the moon.
"Huh? She’s actually pre....family na?"
"She likes guys who are proactive, so feel free to pursue her." Jiang Nian patted him on the shoulder, with each pat as strong as the last, "Good luck, I’ll be on my way."
"Alright, thanks, Vice Monitor." Zhou Haifei nodded vigorously.
From the start, when Jiang Nian said he was the vice monitor, Zhou Haifei was taken aback.
Zhenan Middle School values strength above all, judging solely by performance.
In the special senior year Olympic competition class, the class committee has privileges among privileges. Substituting for the class teacher in seemingly minor tasks is entirely possible.
When Jiang Nian approached him, he also said, missing a 985 [university] ans missing out on a bonus.
The Arts and Sciences are two distinct systems, and their class teacher Liu Liangsong is too lazy to coordinate between classes. So he asked him to solve this matter, insisting that it gets resolved.
Who isn’t afraid of a madman flaunting authority?
But, although that person is a bit crazy, he’s actually quite nice, surprisingly hooking him up with a pretty girl.
He’ll have to find out soday if she’s truly good academically and wealthy.
Zhou Haifei is different from other scumbags who only care if a girl is pretty.
No, he likes girls who are academically excellent, pretty, and must be science students.
Because excelling in science indicates intelligence, being pretty is an innate advantage. Only the best genes pairing with his make for a sweet romance.
Eating everything in sight? Isn’t that what a wild dog does?
(Lin Dong: Ah-choo!)
Going down the stairs, there’s still ten minutes before the evening self-study session.
Zhang Ningzhi followed closely behind Jiang Nian, slowly realizing he seed to have stood up for her just monts ago.
She’d had people speak up for her before, but... that was usually just a passing favor. Even if it was just blocking sothing, she was already very grateful.
But never like with Jiang Nian, who imdiately stood up for her the mont he spoke. Clearly, it was her issue, but he seed even angrier than she was.
It gave... a feeling of being cared for.
At the slightly dim staircase entrance, Zhang Ningzhi tugged at his school uniform jacket.
"Thank you."
Jiang Nian stopped, turned his head to look at her.
"No need to thank , it was no big deal, we’re desk mates, and I drink your beverages every day. If you really want to thank , how about treating to a al at Dongshun soday?"
Dongshun isn’t so upscale restaurant; it’s a newly opened Chinese fast food place on Zhennan Street. The food is quite tasty, better than dining at a regular restaurant.
The only downside is... it’s a bit pricey for students. After all, a few small dishes can cost forty to fifty yuan, whereas a al of chicken leg rice is six yuan at the canteen.
"Okay." She felt happy again.
The young lady who can buy a bowl of porridge for 50 yuan doesn’t care about this. The mont she agreed, she suddenly considered whether to invite him to the city over the weekend...
Going downstairs, the two walked side by side. Moving from dimly lit to the bright white fourth-floor corridor, the light from the fluorescent lamps seed like thick snow, lting the approaching night.
"Since when are you the vice monitor?"
"Lao Liu appointed in private, didn’t announce it."
Zhang Ningzhi made an "ah" sound, turned to look at him, only seeing his handso side profile. It took her a few seconds to realize he was teasing her, and she couldn’t help but purse her lips.
She could feel the web of friendship weaving tighter in her heart, making the broad corridor feel unusually narrow, as if it could only fit the two of them.
Neither of them spoke again, each adjusting their mindset, preparing to enter the classroom for self-study.
In senior year, even if the sky falls, you have to do exercises; the high-placed countdown for the college entrance exam is eye-catching. On the LED screen, two lines of large, red characters: [Return to the textbook, carefully examine the questions].
When they entered the classroom, Li Qingrong happened to look up, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Nian and Zhang Ningzhi. Her eyes subtly lowered for a mont before she gradually looked down toward her math test paper.
During the first and second evening self-study sessions, it was Chinese; the Chinese class representative Tao Ran brought a set of papers.
"We’ll be doing the test papers tonight, no need to write the essay, submit them after the second evening self-study session."
The classroom suddenly buzzed with complaints.
"Didn’t we just have a weekly test? Why are we doing Chinese test papers again today?"
"I haven’t finished my math test papers yet, how am I supposed to do this one?"
"Forget it, I’ll just copy and be done with it."
Tao Ran’s face was expressionless; in his second year, he would’ve rebutted a bit, scolding classmates for not aiming high and viewing subjects with disdain. Now... he’s numb, lying flat amidst the grass.
The Chinese class representative is just slightly inferior, the butt of jokes.
We’re the grandsons, okay?
Alright, all you senior-year old codgers, Chi Shi is here, and your grandson is here to annoy you again.
Tao Ran coughed, "Submit after the second evening self-study session, the class teacher says nas will be recorded if not submitted."
"Damn it! Are they crazy?"
"Who can lend their answers to copy? Damn, I’ve accumulated six test papers now, I really can’t finish them."
"Damn, I’m actually a student? Tired like a dog, I thought I was livestock. Put a rope around my neck, I’ll just go plow the fields!"
Jiang Nian didn’t react much, it’s just a Chinese test paper.
He used his spare ti in the afternoon, bit by bit answering questions, two math papers already 70-80% done,
After advancing to the Olympic competition class, he actually adapted quite well. The knowledge imprinted in his mind thanks to mory Bread never fades, there’s no need to adhere to the forgetting curve pattern.
Ebbinghaus? Did he also have a deep blue?
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