Chapter 6 Start of the Week

The next morning, Xia Xinyu used noodles and some streaky pork to make two servings of scallion oil noodles. After the two of them ate breakfast together in Chen Yuan's room, they took the bus to school together.

Before, Chen Yuan mostly took the subway, but when taking bus 737, Fourth High and Eleventh High were on the same line, and it was cheaper, only 1.5 yuan with Alipay. So, the bus became Chen Yuan's fixed mode of transportation.

"Send me a message after you get on the bus after school, okay?"

When they arrived at Xuefu Station, after the stop announcement ended, Xia Xinyu got up with her schoolbag and said goodbye to Chen Yuan.

"Yeah, I will."

"Bye-bye~"

"Bye-bye."

After Xia Xinyu got off the bus, the seat next to Chen Yuan was taken by a male student from Eleventh High. Chen Yuan put his earphones back on, leaned against the window, and listened to music while studying English.

‘Following the rhythm slowly make wave’

‘Sweet cream it's your birthday cake’

The heavenly voice playing in the earphones couldn't drown out Chen Yuan's thoughts.

[Because, 504 + 121 equals 625.]

"Because, 504 + 121 equals 625."

She not only thought it in her heart, but also said it out loud.

She didn't even change a single punctuation mark.

Even Chen Yuan couldn't achieve this level of perfect alignment between heart and mouth.

It could only be said that Xia Xinyu had always been implementing her ninja way of saying what was on her mind.

But…

With your scores so high, can I really catch up?

625 points could rank in the top 40 of Eleventh High’s Crown Glory List, 14 points higher than Tang Siwen, who was ranked 88th.

In other words, to catch up to Xia Xinyu's level, he had to surpass Tang Siwen, who was first in the class, and continue to improve, breaking through the beginner realm of ballroom dancing to be comparable to the disciples of the Eleven Sects, those geniuses in Class Two (One).

His superpower was indeed strong, but the exam halls were randomly assigned. Whether there were super-achievers depended entirely on luck, and the upper limit of listening to inner voices would also weaken after this week, becoming a separate act of listening that consumed stamina.

He could trust his superpower.

But more than that, it still depended on himself.

If he really set a goal, the East Sea University in this province, not only he was far from it, but Xia Xinyu was also thirty points short, a long way to go.

So, for them, the goal they wanted to pursue was probably 620 to 630 points, a famous university in the neighboring province, Xiamen University.

This wasn't something someone like him, who couldn't even touch the first-tier cutoff score, should be thinking about.

But…

What Xia Xinyu said wasn't that she hoped he would improve by 121 points, but that she believed in him.

In other words, she didn't give him a choice.

Was this Jingnan girl this domineering?

No, why did he have to listen to her?

Did whatever she said go?

Did he have to improve by 121 points just because she said so?

With his strong enthusiasm, couldn't he improve by 125 points?

In this sad era where ‘henpecked’ was twisted into the standard of a good man, he still had to rely on Chen Yuan's machismo to revive the glory of men in Southeast.

"Fushou Road has arrived, passengers who are getting off please get ready, next stop—"

While lost in his wild thoughts, Chen Yuan's stop arrived.

All the day students of Eleventh High got off at this stop.

Following the crowd, he surged into the school, went to his class, put down his schoolbag, and felt Zhou Fu's gaze, staring straight at him.

[Please… switch seats earlier, the aura of Li Youyou next to me is a bit too scary!]

What's wrong with Li Youyou?

Chen Yuan pretended to take something out of his schoolbag, then quietly looked at Li Youyou, and found that her eyes were indeed a bit resentful, as if she was glaring at him. She had never shown this kind of gaze to him before.

[This Chen Yuan definitely wants to win Zhou Fu's favor, so he took the initiative to offer to help her switch seats…]

[After being classmates for a year, did he really think of me as that kind of scheming bitch?]

[You womanizer, you must be eyeing those big breasts!]

No, why are you scolding me?

Avoiding Li Youyou's gaze, which lived up to her name, Chen Yuan was really troubled.

His relationship with Li Youyou wasn't bad. Although they weren't in the same clique, they would always greet each other when they met in other places in the school. Because she sat behind him, they had also chatted. She definitely wasn't a gossipy girl like Huang Ying, who said "I want to see blood flow like a river" at the drop of a hat, but it was just that she had met the wrong people since they both graduated from Eleventh Junior High…

Admittedly, sticking his head out for the transfer student had hurt the feelings of his old classmate.

But you're cursing me in your heart as a pervert with a big-boob fetish, spreading these yellow rumors, so that makes us even, right?

"Chen Yuan, do you want milk?"

Just then, Zhou Fu suddenly stepped forward, holding something he didn't recognize, something he didn't see clearly, with both hands, asking him.

Magnificent.

[I knew it!]

No, I wasn't being proactive, she bumped into my field of vision herself, does that count too?

Okay, okay, I'll play the villain for real.

After all, he wasn't made of clay, and he still had a bit of a temper. So, after receiving Zhou Fu's milk, he didn't say anything and left the classroom, heading to another teaching building, a place that required him to pass through a corridor bridge.

Bang, bang, bang, he knocked on the door of the second-year math teaching and research office.

Then, he opened the door.

[Chen Yuan, what is he doing here?]

The first time he saw him, Lao Mo raised this question filled with the tone of a *tsundere* child in his heart.

It was normal for his student to come to this place, but he was affected by him alone.

Lao Mo, you bastard, are you…

"Lao… Teacher, I have something to report to you." Chen Yuan walked to his side and said with embarrassment.

"Yeah, speak." Lao Mo didn't even turn his head, and said indifferently.

[Does he have something to ask me? He usually doesn't use this tone.]

[Not this flattering.]

What a twisted personality, why does he think of his student so badly?

After thinking about it, Chen Yuan said, "It's like this, that transfer student Zhou Fu, seemed to have a little misunderstanding with Li Youyou yesterday. The two of them can't get along, but she thought that she just transferred to the school, and didn't dare to talk to Lao… Teacher, so she wanted me to tell you."

[Zhou Fu also wants to switch seats?]

[It seems there really is a conflict with Li Youyou.]

[Li Youyou's 520 points might be exaggerated, but Zhou Fu's 580+ points doesn't seem like she would lie.]

No, you're being a bit too much.

Should I, with my 504 points, be destroyed by humanity?

[But what does this have to do with Chen Yuan, who has 500 points?]

You're really enough!

Moriarty uses his memory palace to commit crimes, but you use your memory palace to store all the students' grades in your brain, just to distinguish the ranks… your *ge* is dropping way too much.

[But Chen Yuan was commended by Secretary Han yesterday.]

[Secretary Han even praised me for this…]

[Forget it, just consider it repaying his favor, I don't want to owe him anything.]

"Anyway, you and He Sijiao are just dragging each other down when you sit together, let He Sijiao switch seats with Zhou Fu." Looking at Chen Yuan, Lao Mo said seriously, "In the future, be Zhou Fu's deskmate and learn English well from her. She scored more than 130 on her last English test before transferring."

Okay, I'll correct myself.

Lao Mo didn't remember all the students' grades.

Instead, it was all the students' scores in all subjects.

You're putting all kinds of garbage into your memory palace, Lao Mo.

"Thank you, teacher." Lao Mo was able to agree to his request, even if he suffered some shame, what could Chen Yuan say? Of course, he accepted it gratefully.

Then, Chen Yuan turned and left the office.

[Tsk, he's going to come and show off again.]

Lao Mo's voice… who was he referring to?

"Teacher Mo, this time the students in your class who are going to participate in the Olympics should all depend on Tang Siwen, right?" A male teacher, probably holding a thermos cup, leaned next to Lao Mo's chair with a smile.

Zhang Liang, the math teacher of Class 15.

Like Lao Mo, he was a senior teacher with deep qualifications.

Therefore, they were also in absolute competition.

"Just Tang Siwen alone is enough to get a prize." The taciturn Lao Mo rarely said so confidently.

Tang Siwen's position in Lao Mo's heart was really unshakable, he even said such a thing…

"That's definitely possible, I hope our class can also get a prize, haha." Zhang Liang was still smiling.

But in his heart, he was very dark.

[Even though it's also a class of students with mediocre talent, I've brought out at least three students like Tang Siwen.]

[And there's also a competition machine specially trained for the Math Olympiad, ranked 50th in the grade, Ouyang Yuxin!]

[Don't think that just because Secretary Han praised you for teaching a hero who saved people, you can beat me!]

Although the two had calm expressions, hostility was already surging in the air.

[The next special-grade teacher is me.]

[The next special-grade teacher is me.]

Just as the two were secretly competing for this, Chen Yuan left the office, closed the door, with a calm expression, but his heart was quite encouraged.

It seemed that Lao Mo was already certain that the second spot was just for show.

But when it came to the exam, it wasn't just Tang Siwen…

Of three men walking together, one is bound to be good enough to act as my teacher.