Chapter 11

Su Li continued walking with Zhao Jiu, all the way back to the teaching building, and stopped at the side door of the Grade 2 teaching building.

The two of them looked at the school gate together; based on their attention to Zhao Jiu, they should have started investigating since last night, and they should be coming over in these next two days.

Su Li suddenly remembered something and hurriedly turned her head to ask, "Are they not that perverted yet at this point?"

She only knew that after Zhao Jiu returned to the Zhao Family, that bunch of people kept causing trouble, and when they couldn't win, they would watch Zhao Jiu with a magnifying glass.

If they weren't watching him like that now, would it be too fast for her to delete it in five seconds?

Zhao Jiu stepped onto the stairs: "You're overthinking it; now is actually when they are watching the tightest, it's just that Grandfather manages things strictly, so they don't dare to come openly."

There are plenty of people in the family watching him, but unfortunately, the old man in the family says what he means and does what he says, and he acts even more ruthlessly than they do, so they are all obedient and only dare to watch him in secret.

Su Li: "That's good then."

"What's 'that's good then'?" Behind them, Qian Lei approached while hugging a stack of books, his gaze falling on the half-stacks of books in the two people's hands.

He suddenly felt a little bit hurt, in every aspect.

Su Li: "It's nothing, we were discussing the Midterm Exam."

Qian Lei immediately said: "Zhao Jiu, what are you afraid of? You just transferred here, it's very normal if you don't do well on the Midterm Exam."

"The teacher won't lecture you either."

Zhou Xinxin couldn't listen anymore: "Xiao Wang has a good temper, you can't bully him like this."

Zhao Gouzi, who had always had top-tier grades, suddenly felt like he had been stabbed twice in the heart; was he actually someone who held others back one day?

Su Li rarely saw Gouzi looking so stifled, and she hugged her books to the side, trying hard not to laugh.

"It's fine, I'll do my best." Zhao Jiu prepared to study by lamplight as soon as he got back.

"Bang, bang, bang"—the sound of a ball hitting the ground rang out; Qian Lei and Zhou Xinxin looked over, then froze, and hurriedly looked at Su Li.

Jiang Xiangnan! Su Cheng?

Do their two classes have this PE lesson together?

Zhao Jiu, with his back to the teaching building, saw the strange expressions of the two and looked at his own secretary.

Su Li had a familiar feeling; past memories resurfaced—the very familiar sound of a basketball hitting the ground.

She turned her head; five boys plus a few girls from Class 8 were standing behind them, and a boy next to them was tucking a basketball under his arm.

Jiang Xiangnan stood at the very front, still in a black short-sleeved shirt and blue school uniform pants, wearing white earphones in his ears, the earphone cord dangling down and extending into his pocket.

Su Cheng, in a white shirt and school uniform with a black bow tie on the shirt, was standing next to Jiang Xiangnan with a smile on her face, but her smile froze when she saw them.

Su Cheng was also startled to see Su Li and Zhao Jiu; she glanced at the books they were holding and finally let her gaze fall on Zhao Jiu.

The boy was handsome and fair, wearing a school uniform jacket over the school's yellow short-sleeved uniform; as he turned to look at them, his raised eyes still carried the confidence of someone who had been pampered.

He was indeed very good-looking, a completely different type from Jiang Xiangnan—sunny and full of vitality, making one unable to resist wanting to get close upon seeing him.

Su Li also seemed to have not laughed this happily in a long time; he seemed a bit like the simple, happy little princess she saw when she first returned home.

Su Cheng clutched her school uniform jacket tightly with one hand, feeling uncomfortable in her heart; a person who grew up like this likes Su Li?

Jiang Xiangnan didn't even look at Su Li, only looking at Zhao Jiu with a cold gaze.

A precious plant in a greenhouse, a noble young master who knows nothing of the hardships of the world.

Zhao Jiu looked at them, then looked at Su Li, and asked: "Acquaintances?"

Su Li nodded: "Someone I pursued, and my own older sister."

Zhao Jiu paused and looked at Jiang Xiangnan; he had sharp features, sharp brows and eyes, kept people at a distance, and carried a sense of defensiveness.

Zhao Jiu raised an eyebrow: A wild weed?

Is Su Li blind?

In those ten years, anyone who pursued her was better than this one, although that bunch lacked a bit of perseverance and often gave up inexplicably after a few months.

The two groups of people just stood there, and the surrounding air seemed to gradually stagnate.

The students on the first floor looked at the students outside as if watching a show, all poked their heads out, and then became excited.

Inside, the mighty group of Class One boys and the Class 8 girls following Su Cheng were clean, refreshed, and imposing; outside, the sun was fierce, and several people had more or less sweat on their foreheads, looking slightly disheveled while carrying books.

Jiang Xiangnan and that new weed!

Two weeds are facing off!

And Su Cheng and Su Li!

Qian Lei and Zhou Xinxin looked at the group of people who were motionless and moved to the side; after moving, they realized Zhao Jiu and Su Li were still standing there motionless, so Qian Lei spoke up: "Boss, should we move?"

Zhao Jiu raised an eyebrow; the one who only brought a ball doesn't move, but he, who is carrying books, should move?

Especially since this Jiang Xiangnan also felt that they should be the ones to yield the path.

Zhao Jiu's young master temper flared up; he ignored him and continued to size up Jiang Xiangnan.

"Su Li?" Zhou Xinxin called out, attempting to get her to pull the person away.

Only to see Su Li standing there hugging her books, not feeling at all that she should be the one to yield the path.

Do these two seem used to being yielded to?

As if others should be catering to them.

Qian Lei and Zhou Xinxin: "???"

Several students from Class One were stunned and looked at Jiang Xiangnan; seeing him staring at Zhao Jiu the whole time, there was a tense, sword-drawn atmosphere in the air.

They didn't move either; this was a matter of dignity.

At this moment, a teacher coming down from upstairs, preparing for class, looked back and saw a group of students blocking the side door, motionless?

"That bunch over there, didn't you hear the class bell ring! Why are you still crowding around!"

Qian Lei and Zhou Xinxin were immediately panicked and hurriedly said: "Class has started. Let's go quickly! Next period is English!"

Isn't it just a question of who moves to yield the path?

Is it as serious as a teacher getting angry?

Zhao Jiu held his books, and despite being a head shorter than Jiang Xiangnan because he was standing on the step below, he lifted his chin slightly: "Oh, English, right? Can you move aside, classmate? We're in a rush to get to class."

His tone was nonchalant, even carrying a hint of cockiness.

Qian Lei and Zhou Xinxin were both stunned, and the people from Class One were momentarily dumbfounded; was this guy planning to start a fight?

Jiang Xiangnan took a step forward, stood in front of Zhao Jiu, and said in a cold tone: "Transfer student?"

The people from Class One looked one after another at the books in Zhao Jiu's hands—new Grade 3 textbooks; they had already received theirs long ago.

So this was the one who transferred from Shengde? He actually went to Class Thirteen? He didn't go to their class or Class 2?

They were shocked for a moment; he spent that much money just to go to Class Thirteen?

Was his brain flooded?

Jiang Xiangnan lifted his foot and walked past Zhao Jiu. Zhao Jiu walked inward at the same time, Su Li followed him in, and the people from Class One and the girls from Class Eight hurried out.

The side door cleared instantly. Su Li followed for a few steps, turned back, and said: "Aren't you coming? It's time for class."

Qian Lei and Zhou Xinxin watched the two of them with twitching mouths; so these two actually knew it was time for class?

The four of them went up the stairs, and Qian Lei hurriedly said: "Do you know who that was just now? Jiang Xiangnan from Class One!"

Zhao Jiu: "Don't know him."

Qian Lei thought that made sense; he had just arrived.

"You know Zhengnan Real Estate, which you can see everywhere outside? That's his family's!"

Zhao Jiu walked up the stairs: "Don't know it."

Qian Lei: "..."

Su Li provided the background: "The School Cafeteria was donated by his family."

Zhao Jiu: "Hm?"

Su Li: "Other High Schools might only have cafeteria stew, but at our High School, thanks to Jiang Xiangnan, besides cafeteria stew, there are also dumplings, rice bowls, fried rice, and beef noodles."

Zhao Jiu: "Oh, that's quite impressive."

Qian Lei and Zhou Xinxin: "..."

They didn't hear any sense of admiration in his tone.

"Speaking of which, would it kill us to move aside?" Zhou Xinxin said.

Zhao Jiu: "It wouldn't. But that person's look made me uncomfortable."

He had a strong rebellious streak.

Qian Lei felt a sense of admiration, looking at the calm person in front; he suddenly remembered that since he transferred from Shengde, he must also be a wealthy person.

No wonder he looked down on Jiang Xiangnan.

"The teacher is probably here," Su Li reminded them. The group hurried up the stairs with their books. They were lucky; the English teacher didn't appear in their classroom in time today.

Chen Xue looked at the few people who were covered in sweat: "Why did you take so long moving things?"

Qian Lei rushed directly under the air conditioner to blast the cold air, and Zhou Xinxin took off her jacket and returned to her seat.

Zhao Jiu and Su Li only rolled up their sleeves. Su Li walked to her seat and said: "We ran into some people on the way."

Chen Xue looked at their matching rolled-up sleeves, her eyes brightening; there was a bit of chemistry between the two of them.

At this moment, the English teacher walked in, holding a stack of test papers, and said: "Sorry, I went to the wrong class. We're having a pop quiz today."

A wail went through the classroom.

The papers were passed down, and Su Li lowered her head and began to write. The only subject the two of them weren't afraid of was English.

It was a pop quiz, not particularly difficult, and relying on their language intuition, they finished it in a dozen minutes.

At this moment on the playground, the students of Class One who were having P. E. class finished running the track and said while panting: "Is it true? He really went to Class Thirteen? The money his family donated is no small amount."

"Could it be false? That young master is quite arrogant."

"Hiss. Someone actually did this much for Su Li?"

"Why couldn't they? Su Li doesn't look bad at all, and her grades were good before."

The group paused for a moment; that seemed true, didn't it? When exactly did it start? When did the status of the former Class 2 class beauty drop to the point where people felt that anyone who liked her must be blind?

Class Eight was on the other side of the playground, having also just finished running two laps, and leaned against the wall excitedly: "Of course it's true! He's even more handsome in person than in the photos!"

"Is he and Su Li for real?"

"Seems like it, I saw them chatting and laughing."

"I found out from Class One! Guess which school he transferred from?" A girl ran back, panting.

"Hm? Which one?"

"That Shengde!"

Everyone was shocked. Those who came out of there were basically either rich or noble, except for some top students with exceptional grades, but since he transferred to Class Thirteen, it was likely the former.

"I also heard he donated a building. According to their calculations, he was supposed to go to their Key Class, but he ended up in Class Thirteen. Guess why?" The girl gossiped.

"For Su Li?"