Chapter 11

The two sat in the shop.

Song Yao looked at Xu Qingzhou, who was slurping noodles, and couldn't help but feel a bit depressed. She was now infinitely sure that this guy was setting her up, wanting her to treat him.

Although it was only a matter of ten yuan, but... "Younger brother, younger sister, your pot helmet."

The boss served this plate of freshly fried pot helmets.

"Thanks, boss." Xu Qingzhou thanked him. The boss was very thoughtful, cutting the pot helmet into pieces.

Seeing that the boss had already started to close the stall, Xu Qingzhou was surprised, "Closing so early?"

"Business is bad, preparing to close." The boss sighed.

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The night was already a bit deep. The street lamps on both sides of the path emitted orange light, the cool breeze was refreshing, the tree shadows swayed, and on the road, a pair of young people walked leisurely, their shadows overlapping from time to time under the lights.

Xu Qingzhou looked at Song Yao, who was stiff-faced and looked like she wanted to beat someone up, and slipped away.

"Then why do you keep looking at me?"

The exam was ranked according to grades. Most of the 2nd exam room were people from Xu Qingzhou's class. As soon as the exam ended, someone started checking answers. "Zuo Xu, what did you choose for multiple-choice question 12?"

"Who's looking at you..." Song Yao retorted, feeling a bit guilty, and looked away, "I was thinking about the math problem just now."

"?" Song Yao looked up blankly.

On the weekend, after going home and eating, Xu Qingzhou went to the library again. Song Yao was still sitting in her previous seat.

Xu Qingzhou nodded and greeted Song Yao.

"Okay, then call me when you need help." Rejected, Zhang Yuquan retreated dejectedly and went to find his own table.

The girl was very pretty, her fair face was pink, and she occasionally used her hand to tuck away the hair covering her eyes, which was in stark contrast to her usual coldness.

In the afternoon, the English exam finished.

"Maybe it will turn around after a while." As he spoke, he picked a piece of pot helmet for Song Yao and dipped a piece for himself.

"I'm done for, I definitely didn't do well this time."

Song Yao's mouth moved, wanting to say she could do it herself. They had only become familiar recently, and they hadn't reached such intimacy, but she felt that saying so would make her seem too deliberate.

When Xu Qingzhou and Guo Ziyang entered, the class was very lively.

"I used the step-by-step adjustment method, didn't expect I actually guessed it right." Someone sighed.

The two were slurping noodles.

"No, thanks." Song Yao shook her head.

Xu Qingzhou shook his head, leaning against the wall to feel the tail end of high school life.

Song Yao ignored him, finished eating in a few mouthfuls, and went to pay. She thought to herself how she hadn't noticed before that this guy was so thick-skinned.

Song Yao also nodded slightly to Xu Qingzhou, which was a response.

Song Yao had no idol baggage, let alone Xu Qingzhou—he even drank half a bowl of soup.

"Qingzhou, what do you think of the difficulty?" Guo Ziyang leaned over, his whole person listless. Just for the multiple-choice questions, there were two he couldn't start.

At least he ate a bowl of noodles from someone.

"Why."

"Song Yao, I'll help you move." Zhang Yuquan was the No. 1 in the grade and sat in front of Song Yao during the exam. As soon as the exam finished, he volunteered.

Xu Qingzhou ignored Zhang Yuquan's provocation, told Guo Ziyang, and went to the hallway to wait for him.

"Take your lucky words." The boss replied with a smile.

The ginkgo trees swayed in the wind. Under the trees, students who had just finished the exam gathered in groups of three or five. Other grades were having classes, and the sound of reading came.

"Curiosity about boys is the beginning of liking."

After all, the essay is just about critical thinking, clear logic, clear organization, and accurate word choice. Basically, there was no problem. "Never be curious about a boy."

"If you have something urgent, you can go first." Being stared at nakedly by Xu Qingzhou, Song Yao felt a bit hairy.

Hmm, very pretty.

Xu Qingzhou was very honest, "I also want to go, but since you paid, it's embarrassing to let you sit here eating alone."

Xu Qingzhou and Guo Ziyang were assigned to the 2nd exam room. The exam order was the same as the college entrance exam: Chinese, Math, Science Comprehensive, English.

He was just about to move the books when he saw Song Yao standing at the door. Ding Jiahui hadn't come yet, so he asked: "Need help?"

Seeing Xu Qingzhou come in, his voice raised a few points, "Question 16 is very complex. I spent twenty minutes solving it. The first sub-question, when a=8, find the monotonic interval of f(x). This one is not difficult, as long as you know how to derive, you can do it, but the second question..."

"Damn, I chose C at first, but seeing two Cs in a row in front, I didn't dare to choose." A classmate wailed painfully.

There's really nothing to say about Chinese. As long as the general direction of the reading questions is correct, there are basically some points. Math is different; after the exam, there was a wail.

Heard she knows Sanda or something, don't know if it's true.

The 1st exam room was next door, which was the classroom of Xu Qingzhou's class. Only one or two were students from other classes. After the exam, most people would return to the hallway outside the classroom to get books and prepare to review for the next subject.

Walking for a while, he was still muttering in his heart. Why did he have a feeling he was going to be beaten?

Zhang Yuquan was the focus, surrounded by five or six people, discussing the math problem just now.

Her eyes were crystal clear, bright, and pure. The two people's gazes met in the air, making Xu Qingzhou look a few more times.

Xu Qingzhou realized that he was in 2014. At this time, the internet celebrity economy hadn't risen. In the past, such shops that had been open for decades would basically have to queue for more than ten meters.

"C"

Seeing him like this, Xu Qingzhou swallowed the word "simple" and said: "This set of questions is indeed harder than usual. The college entrance exam probably won't reach this level."

Song Yao carried her books out of the classroom and waited for Ding Jiahui in the hallway. A breeze blew, lifting a few strands of fine hair in front of her forehead.

"Comfortable." Xu Qingzhou leaned lazily on the chair, waiting for Song Yao to finish eating.

Zhang Yuxin and a girl carried notebooks and pencil cases up. Seeing Xu Qingzhou at the stairwell, her expression was first surprised, then she proudly looked away and walked toward the classroom with her companion.

"Are there flowers on my face?" Xu Qingzhou suddenly asked. This girl had been peeking at him.

The sound of moving desks rang out around the senior year classrooms.

Two days passed in a flash. On Tuesday, the first major exam since Xu Qingzhou's rebirth arrived.

"You damn said that last time too, and ended up scoring 140."

The next morning was Science Comprehensive.

Song Yao just looked at him, the meaning was very obvious: Heh.

After the exam, Xu Qingzhou's surroundings became lively, all coming to check physics answers, and he also answered them one by one with a smile.

Hearing Xu Qingzhou say this, Guo Ziyang felt much better, and the two walked toward the classroom.

"Actually, I'm not sure about this question either. Maybe my answer is wrong too." The boy wearing glasses said modestly.

The two didn't communicate much. Xu Qingzhou read books, and Song Yao reviewed by herself.

Before, Xu Qingzhou's biggest headache was Chinese. When writing essays, he could pick off a pile of dandruff, but for him now, it was easy.

Xu Qingzhou moved very fast, having already moved all the desks and benches back. Following the practice of changing every week, he and Guo Ziyang changed to the left window, adding a view outside the window. He could look at the scenery when dazing.

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Song Yao hesitated, but nodded, pointing to the two tables at the stairwell, "These are mine and Jiahui's."

"Okay." Xu Qingzhou nodded, moved the book box back to his seat, and patted Guo Ziyang, who was organizing his desk, "Fatty, get to work, help Song Yao and the others move the desks."

"Oh, okay." Guo Ziyang nodded, muttering in his heart, when did Qingzhou become so active?

The two moved Song Yao and Ding Jiahui's things back to the classroom in a few strokes.

(End of chapter)