In the bathroom, Song Xiyun was frightened.
What’s going on outside?
But she had no choice but to play deaf and dumb, continuing to shower with the sound of water, and quickly the noise outside subsided.
So soon?
On the sofa, Jiang Nian snatched the phone. Leaving Xu Qianqian aside, he unlocked it to glance at the scores.
Almost simultaneously, he experienced a taphorical blackout,
as a pillow whizzed towards him, knocking him down with a thud.
"That’s what you get for snatching!"
"Wait a minute, do you have to hit so hard?" Jiang Nian lay down directly where he had fallen.
He was reminded again of the fear ruled by an LV bag hitting his face.
This woman never holds back.
But that wasn’t him in the past, anyway, he still doesn’t know what happened. That tiline was around twenty-eight years old.
Probably after breaking up with Zhizhi and before preparing to get engaged to his ex-wife.
Oh man, the relationships are seriously ssed up.
"Who told you to put your hands all over?" Xu Qianqian, wearing socks, stood on the living room carpet, looking down at him.
"Are you done? Give back my phone."
"Are you that sensitive?" Jiang Nian asked her, and seeing she was about to hit him again, he instantly guarded himself with his hands.
"Hey, hey, I was just joking."
Using the montum, he glanced at the phone, and this ti he really had a blackout. Three-digit score, like it ca from the heavens.
"What the heck, how co you started with a 7?"
"Humph humph," Xu Qianqian stepped on his arm and gently kicked twice, "Little punk, behaving now?"
So chatty girl comnts, probably watched too many TikTok videos.
But, slurping noises.
He liked listening.
"Is that a score a human can achieve?" Jiang Nian suddenly sat up in shock from his dying condition, "Full marks in English?"
"Impressive, right?" Xu Qianqian said proudly.
"Just okay, you only beat by one point." Jiang Nian took a chilly breath, "How co math also.... oh, 143."
"Just okay, you scared ."
After Jiang Nian finished looking at Xu Qianqian’s full score, he realized the difference between a partnership team and a regular team wasn’t on the surface.
A deep sense of loss swept over him.
Finally knowing what it ans to be naturally talented, even exhausting a lifeti of effort... still powerless to defeat.
Song Xiyun was still in the shower, what a super persistent shower king.
"And you, what’s your total score?" Xu Qianqian stepped on him twice, "Made progress or regressed?"
"Why?" Jiang Nian didn’t answer directly, instead asked, "If I regressed, is there a punishnt?"
"No, nobody cares about you." Xu Qianqian took the phone, returned to the sofa, "Isn’t studying your own thing?"
"I was just bored, asking casually. If your score is too low, it’s embarrassing for as the older brother."
"652," Jiang Nian said.
"What?" Xu Qianqian turned her head and was stunned for a mont, "You just said... what did you score?"
After confirming repeatedly, she couldn’t help but purse her lips.
"Still okay."
"Is ’okay’ good or not?" Jiang Nian didn’t care too much, "When I get serious, I can surpass anyone."
"Really?"
"Start surpassing you first."
"You freak! Don’t think I don’t know what you’re saying!" Xu Qianqian slightly poked him with her foot.
Jiang Nian was exposed but didn’t feel particularly embarrassed.
"Oh, where is Song Xiyun?"
At that mont, Xiao Song was still on the way out of the shower. She had already dressed but hesitated to open the door.
Entangled in fate, burdened by millions.
"I don’t know, still in the shower I guess." Xu Qianqian’s voice ca, "Hey, you..... where are you going?"
Knock knock knock.
The bathroom door was knocked, scaring Song Xiyun behind it. She almost shouted out, but luckily she covered her mouth tightly.
Just can say, stealing felt heavy.
"Wha..... what’s wrong?"
"Nothing, just checking on you." Jiang Nian asked across the door, "Results are out, what’s your score?"
It’s normal for friends to care for each other, right?
The usual.
"Oh oh." Song Xiyun spoke a number through the door, "661, the..... total score."
Six hundred sixty-six, seems like next ti have to surpass Xiao Song first.
With a bang, the door closed.
Song Xiyun walked into the living room holding her clothes, glanced at the closed door, and then at Xu Qianqian.
"What’s his score?"
Actually, she had already heard, but just wanted to clear her suspicion.
"652, if that guy were mute." Xu Qianqian said, "With this score and looks, he would’ve had soone by now."
"Then how do you know he doesn’t have soone now?" Song Xiyun couldn’t help asking.
"Know him too well."
.....
The next day.
Jiang Nian was still up early, washed up, stuffed the test paper in his bag, and went out, solving problems all day long.
Honestly speaking, he’s almost becoming a mathematician.
But, bearing the na Motivational Star, he couldn’t lose.
"Morning."
"Morning." Zhou Haifei turned his head, looking at him seriously, "Hey, can you help check a score?"
At these words, Jiang Nian paused for a mont.
"Sure."
Checking scores was sothing he did casually, but what surprised him was that Zhou Haifei, who never asked for help, actually opened up to him.
Half a minute later.
"Oh, you haven’t registered, right?" Jiang Nian suddenly realized, thinking no wonder she didn’t ask soone else, instead asked him.
"Is..... it troubleso?"
"Not troubleso." Jiang Nian didn’t lift his head, "Send the verification code... once bound, score oh my."
"What’s wrong?" Zhou Haifei looked nervous.
"Six hundred forty-sothing, a bit high." Jiang Nian handed the phone to her, casually stood there chatting for a while.
Early morning, thick mist.
Zhou Haifei sat on a cold stone stool, with half of her butt hanging in the air, copied the scores one by one with a pen.
When she finished writing, she unexpectedly raised her head to ask.
"What’s your score?"
"Ten points higher than you." Jiang Nian explained briefly, took back the phone, and then leisurely turned and left.
"Bye-bye."
"Bye..." Zhou Haifei stared at the numbers on the paper and daydread, adding another column, "Opponent 652."
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