mesbooks Chapter 110 Here comes another chapter from this young lady!
Chapter 110 Here comes another chapter from this young lady!
Thursday.
When Wang Qing walked in, the air in the classroom felt more tense than usual.
He held the report card in his hand, without slamming his hand on the table, and simply stood on the podium, glancing at the students below.
"Our class did well on the entrance exam this time."
Several people breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
Before she could finish venting her anger, she spoke again.
"But don't get too excited yet; one exam doesn't prove anything."
She opened the report card and began to read it aloud.
"First place: He Zhao."
When the name was pronounced, the whole class turned their heads to the front row.
He Zhao sat there, head down, twirling the pen in his hand, but didn't react.
Same as last time, same as every time.
This guy has never fallen below first place in any exam, big or small, since the beginning of his first year of high school.
He's reliable in both arts and sciences, like a machine that never makes a mistake.
Song Huan leaned back in her chair, looking at the tall, slender figure, and sighed inwardly.
Even if I were reborn, I still couldn't pass the exam as well as someone like that. Where can I go to complain to them?
Wang Qing made a few comments before moving on to the next person.
Second place: Feng Nian.
The girl next to Song Huan stood up.
Feng Nian stood very straight, her expression calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant.
Wang Qing glanced at her, "Perfect score in history, you did well this time."
Feng Nian nodded and sat down.
Song Huan glanced at her sideways.
This deskmate is really impressive, not in the way that someone is good at studying, but in the way that someone is quick-witted.
In physics class, he would just point out a problem, and she could continue the discussion; her comprehension was much better than his.
Unlike someone else.
He thought of Xiao Yunqing.
Explaining a problem to her requires taking three turns, stopping and waiting for her at each turn. If she doesn't understand, she has to act cute, then continue listening, only to continue not understanding.
He couldn't quite understand it.
In their previous lives at No. 4 High School, after the classes were divided, both Xiao Yunqing and Song Huan chose science.
Xiao Yunqing's science grades were clearly very good.
He wasn't good at physics back then, so he often went to her class to ask her questions.
She always sat in the front row reading after class, never going out to play, and remained quiet.
He went to find her, and she put down her book and explained the problems to him.
But later, too many people went, and the two classes started making a fuss.
Out of consideration for his reputation and fear of affecting Xiao Yunqing, he decided not to go.
Then we gradually lost contact.
Looking back now, I realize that she was sitting in the front row reading a book and didn't go out to play after class because she was waiting for me.
"Song Huan".
He snapped out of his daze and stood up.
Wang Qing frowned slightly as she looked at the report card.
"Fifth place, and you failed Chinese again. Even if you don't choose humanities, Chinese is a core subject. With a score of 150 on the college entrance exam, what are you planning to do? Rebel?"
Song Huan stood there and touched her nose.
"The essay went off-topic."
Someone in the class laughed.
Zhao Qihang laughed the loudest in the back row, but was glared at by Wang Qing and shrank back.
Feng Nian sat next to him, glanced at him sideways, and looked a little surprised.
He came in fifth place, several places lower than her, which is unlike his usual performance.
Song Huan didn't pay any attention and sat down.
He glanced at the back row.
Xiao Yunqing sat in the third row, head down, without smiling.
The whole class was laughing, but she wasn't.
She lowered her head and drew circles on the table with her finger.
Wang Qing continued reading.
When they called out the sixth name, they paused for a moment.
"Xiao Yunqing".
Xiao Yunqing stood up quickly, sliding her chair back a bit.
She stood there, her expression complex, a mix of joy and disbelief.
His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were fixed on Wang Qing, as if waiting for her to read it again.
Wang Qing glanced at her, "Sixth place. You've improved in both math and physics. Keep up the good work."
Xiao Yunqing's hands were still trembling when she sat down.
She looked down at the table, her lips curled up slightly, then fell back down, then curled up again.
Sixth place.
He came in fifth.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the joy welling up inside her, and put on a "not bad" expression.
But her ears turned red, very red.
Feng Nian, sitting in the front row, was stunned for a moment when she heard the ranking.
She subconsciously turned her head to glance at Song Huan.
Song Huan leaned back in his chair, looking out the window with a blank expression on his face, as if fifth place and fifteenth place made no difference to him.
Feng Nian withdrew her gaze and turned back.
In the evening, the new seating chart was posted.
Song Huan stood in front of the back blackboard and scanned from the first row down.
The first row of the second group consists of He Zhao and Feng Nian.
He looked down and saw Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing in the first row of the third group.
He looked at the paper twice to make sure he hadn't misread it.
Xiao Yunqing stood behind him, tiptoeing, looking over his shoulder.
She paused for a moment when she saw her name and his name written side by side.
Then she lowered her head and walked quickly to her seat, her ponytail swinging high in the air.
After everyone had looked at the seating chart and left, she quietly went to the seating chart again.
He stared intently at the two characters next to his name.
Song Huan.
She touched it with her finger, then touched it again, as if afraid it would run away.
When they moved seats, she carried her books from the third row to the first row, her steps were steady, her expression was indifferent, and you couldn't tell what was going on.
But the corners of his mouth were turned up, and he couldn't suppress them no matter what he did.
She placed the books on the table, arranging them one by one, with textbooks sorted by size, workbooks on the right, and notebooks on the left.
After arranging everything, I stepped back to take a look, and then moved the notebook one centimeter to the right.
He seemed to be deliberately dawdling, but in reality, he was observing Song Huan out of the corner of his eye.
Song Huan then moved her own books over and placed them next to her.
When I sat down, the chair was still a little warm; the previous person who sat in this seat had just left.
He turned his head and glanced at her.
"You really want to sit with me, don't you?"
Xiao Yunqing, who was pretending to observe the new location but whose mind was entirely on Song Huan, immediately blushed.
She glared at him, her lips pursed, her expression fierce, but her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed.
"Who wants to sit with you? I'd rather feel cramped than have you sitting here."
She moved to the other side, about two centimeters.
Song Huan looked at her and laughed.
If they don't expose them, they turn back and open the textbook.
The bell rang for evening self-study.
The classroom quieted down; some students were doing exercises, some were flipping through textbooks, and some were slumped over their desks.
Xiao Yunqing sat upright, with a physics test paper spread out in front of her, pen in hand, and began to write.
She wrote very carefully, the pen tip scratching on the paper as she worked through each line.
But her inner voice drifted over, soft and gentle, like cotton candy soaking in warm water.
[I'm finally back!]
He paused, turned a page, and continued writing.
[This fool has no idea how much effort I put in to sit next to him.]
She bit her lip, furrowed her brow, and then relaxed it.
[Hmph, what a complete idiot.]
The pen tip touched the paper again, and I continued writing the problem.
It was rustling, a little faster than before.
Song Huan sat next to him, looking down as she flipped through her textbook, a slight smile playing on her lips.
He didn't look at her, but he heard every word she said.
A gust of wind blew in through the window, causing the curtains to flutter slightly.
He smiled and turned a page of the book without saying a word.
I know……