She also told the classmates: "In the future, the money from selling bottles can be used as our class fund."
"Wow, Jinglan, you actually managed to sell them?" a female classmate exclaid.
Zhou Jinglan humbly replied: "It’s okay, just got lucky."
Huang Yuzhu said: "I’m not Guo Kunnan, I’m Huang Yuzhu."
From behind, Guo Kunnan tilted his head up, nodded slightly, then stopped looking at Zhou Jinglan, feeling numb inside.
He constantly reminded himself of Jiang Ning’s advice, never to look at Zhou Jinglan again.
He kept repeating in his mind: ’I am the CEO!’
With such constant emphasis, the corners of Guo Kunnan’s mouth gradually turned charmingly sinister, with a touch of cool arrogance.
So boys thought: ’What are you pretending for?’
Huang Yuzhu worked very efficiently, but today he wasn’t efficient.
The pile of drink bottles lay in the classroom corner, Huang Yuzhu slowly picked them up, occasionally dropping a couple, giving Guo Kunnan plenty of ti.
After all, Guo Kunnan paid a 20 yuan fee, and Huang Yuzhu was sincerely grateful.
Guo Kunnan raised his head, hands in pockets, body sowhat stiff, many eyes were on him, he didn’t care to look at anyone, just stood there!
According to Jiang Ning, won like unique n.
Zhou Jinglan is so beautiful, any boy who cos to this class would definitely look at her.
But Guo Kunnan deliberately didn’t.
Won are always like this, if there’s one person in a crowd who doesn’t look at them, they feel uncomfortable, because beauty doesn’t like being ignored.
Guo Kunnan was pretending, but as Huang Yuzhu picked half the bottles, Zhou Jinglan still didn’t look at him, he almost couldn’t stand it.
His neck grew stiff.
Guo Kunnan felt if Zhou Jinglan didn’t look at him soon, he was done for.
The next second, Zhou Jinglan turned back to do her howork.
...
Night study session.
The thin fog of night enveloped the field, a row of bungalows stood on the earth.
Xue Yuantong unwrapped secretly bought ice cream, hiding in Jiang Ning’s bedroom to eat.
Jiang Ning held a notebook, displaying ssages from the class group.
During night study session, they watched a movie, didn’t discuss grades, but after returning ho, the group suddenly surged with grade discussions, many top students sent ssages.
Such as Song Sheng, Dong Qingfeng, being the most active, they directly chatted in the official class group, where the horoom teacher and other subject teachers were present.
So students with above-average grades, like Jiang Yanan complained: "The math exam was so difficult, I feel I won’t pass, probably only get over 80."
Yu Wen: "Cry, I might only get 60."
Lu Qiqi: "I didn’t understand it at all, at most 50."
Liu Chuandao: "Bro, also 50."
Dong Qingfeng @Jiang Yanan: "This exam was sowhat difficult, many question types were tricky, it’s normal not to do well."
Outside the school at Sister Ma’s Barbecue.
Cui Yu was grilling skewers, competing with Guo Kunnan, missing the chance to pursue Zhou Jinglan, but gained a barbecue feast instead.
Cui Yu believed it was fate’s guidance, advising him not to miss out on Jiang Yanan.
Now seeing Jiang Yanan did poorly in math.
Cui Yu @Jiang Yanan in the chat box: "It’s not your fault, it’s the math teacher’s fault, bla the math teacher for not teaching well!"
He casually sent it.
Thus, such a statent appeared in the group.
A mont of silence fell.
Dan Kaiquan, eating barbecue at the sa table, exclaid: "Yu Zi, are you crazy, this is the official class group, not the usual chat group! Gao Heshuai is also here!"
Cui Yu was shocked: "Damn, what to do, what to do?"
He just offended Gao Heshuai today, and now publicly criticized him, if he takes it seriously and uses it as a reason to threaten the entire class, saying he can’t serve as the math teacher for Year 2 Class 8, Cui Yu would commit a grave mistake.
Suddenly, a thought popped into his head: ’Hey? Wait, if Gao Heshuai really doesn’t want to be the math teacher, I believe 90% of the class would set off firecrackers to celebrate, right?’
But this wouldn’t work either, if the conflict escalates to that level, Cui Yu would definitely be blown to bits!
He quickly tried to send ssages to push this one down, but before he could send them, he saw Gao Heshuai post a "?" in the group.
"Dead, dead!" Cui Yu felt terrible.
Ma Shicheng said: "Give the phone."
Cui Yu instinctively handed over the phone.
Ma Shicheng took the phone, quickly typed, fingers almost forming a phantom: "I saw this rant on QQ Space, I realize many nowadays constantly complain, don’t study well, but bla teachers instead, this kind of attitude is wrong, certainly won’t score highly. Suddenly had so thoughts, sharing them with everyone."
Wang Longlong: "Yeah, I saw it too. It’s good that Cui Yu directly criticized this student publicly."
Ma Shicheng used his own account to send a ssage: "Lesson learned."
Imdiately, ng Gui and the others chid in, and a crisis was averted.
Cui Yu had a scare and broke into a cold sweat.
Song Sheng: "Yeah, is it possible that those who scored poorly didn’t study hard, and that’s why they found the test difficult? I scored around 125 in math this ti."
Chen Qian: "It was indeed tough this ti. I strongly advise Mr. Gao to go through it again. I estimate I can only score 130."
Chai Wei: "I didn’t review at all, probably only got 110, I’m dood."
Math and chemistry are Chai Wei’s strongest subjects.
Wang Yong: "Barely finished it, estimated 115. Sigh, I’m completely done for."
For a mont, the class group chat turned into a score bragging scene.
This behavior instantly made many students feel uncomfortable, after all, most of them have just average scores at best.
Suddenly, Shan Qingrong @all students: "There’s a fine line between modesty and hypocrisy. This balance is important. Most people in society aren’t elites. Excellent students pretending to do poorly just makes people sick. Besides, you aren’t really that exceptional. This is my advice to you as a class teacher."
Once these words ca out, the class group chat fell silent for a mont.
The students who were bragging earlier felt embarrassed, having been put in their place by the teacher.
Cui Yu: "Well done!"
ng Gui: "Fireworks!"
...
Xue Yuantong wasn’t paying attention to the class chat about scores at all; she never cared about grades.
After finishing her ice cream, she tossed the wrapper in the trash and, just to be safe, covered it with a tissue as a disguise.
Then, she saw Jiang Ning engrossed in a ga on his laptop.
She snorted.
Jiang Ning continued playing, ignoring her completely.
Xue Yuantong, feeling dissatisfied, curled up on the chair, deliberately clutching her stomach, and weakly moaned: "My stomach hurts so much."
Jiang Ning freed a hand, pulled out a pristine white sugar pill, tossed it into his mouth, and continued playing.
Xue Yuantong widened her eyes: "What did you eat?"
Jiang Ning: "Painkiller."
Xue Yuantong puzzled: "My stomach hurts, shouldn’t you give the painkiller to ?"
Jiang Ning: "Hearing that your stomach hurts makes my heart hurt."
Xue Yuantong: ...
After finishing that ga, Xue Yuantong and Jiang Ning tead up for a duo.
Yep, using the ’Ningning Stealing’ account.
Their rank was now top tier in the national server. As soon as they matched, entering the hero selection screen, soone recognized the player in the second slot as a professional and expressed surprise in two lines.
Xue Yuantong didn’t care and locked in the jungle first.
Jiang Ning played the top lane.
Once in the ga, soone else ntioned that the opponent also had a professional player.
As expected, the opponent was very strong, with their jungler evenly matching Tongtong’s skills.
Xue Yuantong: "They’ve got so skill."
Jiang Ning: "Indeed."
After saying so, Jiang Ning plugged in the mouse.
The two of them combined forces and secured a win.
Looking at Tongtong’s record, Jiang Ning suddenly thought that if she went pro, her achievents would likely surpass those of studying.
A talented, attractive female pro League of Legends player would undoubtedly have comrcial value that surpasses all male pros, possibly by multiples.
As for why there aren’t any female pro players in the future of League, is capital stupid? No, because in esports there’s no gender division; it’s about skills.
While pondering this, Aunt Gu suddenly burst in, frowning as she saw her daughter crouched in front of the computer:
"Look at you, playing gas all day. Look at Chuchu, does she play gas?"
Xue Yuantong wiggled her toes: "Yep."
Before Aunt Gu could speak, Xue Yuantong continued casting her spell: "Besides, her scores aren’t better than mine. She didn’t do better than when she wasn’t playing, and she still doesn’t now."
She blocked all the concerns her mom wanted to voice.
Aunt Gu paused, clearly stuck.
She thought for a mont, bent down, lifted the tissue in the trash, revealing the ice cream packaging.
She reached out and twisted Tongtong’s little ear, scolding: "I told you not to eat ice cream!"
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