Chapter 2: Boiling Sheep, push him

"Fart, when have I ever been a simp!"

Guo Zi was stunned for three seconds, his face flushed, eyes wide, refuting unconvincingly: "Besides, your physics is only slightly better than mine. If we really talk about it, we're at most half a catty to eight taels."

"Xu Qingzhou, I have a problem I don't understand. Can you explain it to me?" Someone spoke behind the two.

Xu Qingzhou looked in the direction of the voice.

The girl was very pretty, her school uniform unable to hide her tall figure. She stood gracefully, her voice extremely sweet, belonging to the youthful type—far better than those fake high school girls in short videos.

Her appearance gradually overlapped with the figure in Xu Qingzhou's memory: Zhang Yuxin.

Several envious gazes fell upon Xu Qingzhou.

Xu Qingzhou's personality was dull, his grades average. Only physics was something he could show off. His overall grades were neither high nor low, belonging to the most inconspicuous type in class, the kind the teacher couldn't name after graduation.

Xu Qingzhou held down Guo Zi, who was preparing to give up his seat, and looked calmly at Zhang Yuxin, saying: "Sorry, I still have to do problems, no time. Go ask someone else."

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Just like the blurry books in the depths of his memory.

Chinese, Math, English, Science.

Zhang Yuquan was ignored and stood there awkwardly, shouting at the back: "Yuxin, then let's talk about the problem later."

Once, he won the Nobel Prize at 35, and it was ground out with his life. Fate gave him another chance; in this life, body and honor, of course, I want them all.

"Xu Qingzhou, you've gone too far. Old Shen said in class yesterday that we're seniors now, and we should ask each other about what we don't understand, growing together... Even if you don't have time, you should say it nicely..."

"Yuxin..." Zhang Yuquan's tone carried a plea.

Looking at this sentence on the draft paper, Guo Zi was stunned. At first glance, it was nonsensical, but upon careful appreciation, it produced a feeling of being profound and containing life philosophy.

At this time, there was no meme of "Boiling Sheep," and the people around listened with confusion.

Zhang Yuxin didn't move, staring unwillingly at Xu Qingzhou. The more she thought, the more aggrieved she felt. Why? He was the one chasing me, why is he the one ignoring me first!

*Hua-la~* The attention of many students around was suddenly attracted.

Rebirthing before the college entrance exam might be a disastrous start for other transmigrators, but for Xu Qingzhou, it was an opportunity.

Xu Qingzhou flipped through the Chinese textbook nonchalantly and spoke to Guo Zi: "Fatty, do you know that a large part of things in the world can be attributed to two things?"

"The first thing: None of my business; the second thing..." Xu Qingzhou looked up and glanced at Zhang Yuquan, "... None of your business." The smile on Zhang Yuquan's face froze. *Heh*, breaking the jar to pieces, are we?

Just as he was praising, this guy's peripheral vision seemed to scan something, and he jolted, sitting up honestly.

If it were the old Xu Qingzhou, he might have really broken down, face red, offering his noble self-esteem once again.

A door to a new world was opening.

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"There, Boiling Sheep is there, why don't you go over." Xu Qingzhou closed the Chinese textbook, just wanting to distance himself from Zhang Yuxin quickly.

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"Acting cool, you are..." Guo Zi curled his lips, wanting to continue hitting Xu Qingzhou, but remembered something, "Why did you suddenly mention Boiling Sheep just now?"

"That... you guys talk, I'll go..." Guo Zi showed an 'I understand' look, preparing to stand up. "Hmm?" Zhang Yuxin had an unexpected look of shock on her face; Xu Qingzhou had always been responsive to her requests... "Xu Qingzhou, I really don't have plans to date in high school. Why must you force me? Can't the relationship between men and women be just friends? Can't other things wait until college?"

Zhang Yuxin had only transferred over for half a year. At the cultural festival, one dance made her a god, and her fame had even surpassed the original class beauty, Song Yao.

【Boiling Sheep, Pleasant Sheep has no strength left, you push him quickly!】

"You misunderstood, I don't want to date now either, and, I'm really a bit busy." Xu Qingzhou said very sincerely. After speaking, he nodded politely and checked the books on the desk.

When did this guy become so sassy?

Xu Qingzhou only then realized the classroom atmosphere was a bit strange. He looked up and saw a woman standing at the door, expressionless, her eyes like searchlights, scanning everyone sharply.

Xu Qingzhou took out draft paper, *shua-shua* wrote a row of words, and threw it to his best friend.

"Damn it, Qingzhou, you must be crazy!" Guo Zi grabbed Xu Qingzhou's clothes, hating that he couldn't make him better, "You deserve to be single. Can't you see this? She's giving you a chance! If you strive for it, maybe it'll work!"

Zhang Yuxin and Xu Qingzhou, that was a fresh flower stuck in cow dung.

This person was Zhang Yuquan, the class's number one, and occasionally the grade's number one.

The first book was Chinese, the ordinary high school curriculum standard experimental textbook, Chinese, with the Great Wall on the cover.

"Xu Qingzhou, you are very childish."

Seeing Xu Qingzhou looking down, touching things on the desk, not doing proper work, Zhang Yuxin was even more certain that Xu Qingzhou was retaliating, deliberately ignoring her.

Zhang Yuxin dropped a sentence and left angrily. Pretending not to care when rejected, as a boy, he had no capacity at all. Fine, let's see who can outlast whom, who comes to apologize first.

She said it aggrievedly, the corners of her eyes even a bit red. She only said she wouldn't date in high school, not college! As long as he worked harder, she could consider it. Some boys had been rejected by her seven or eight times, and their attitude toward her hadn't changed.

"Awesome."

Someone who had been an old corporate slave for over ten years would have lived in vain if they fell into the trap of trying to prove their innocence.

Guo Zi had a typical student mentality—thin-skinned. Being stared at by so many people, he panicked immediately.

The boy adjusted his glasses, speaking softly, immediately labeling Xu Qingzhou as someone unwilling to help classmates.

Over ten years of extra experience made him more mature and steady. Although he wouldn't go as far as retaliation, it was limited to this.

He suppressed his anger, looked at Zhang Yuxin, and revealed his true purpose: "Yuxin, I happen to have time. If there's anything you don't understand, we can discuss it."

Wherever she passed, students lowered their heads one after another.

"Now, only studying can make me happy." Xu Qingzhou patted away his best friend's claws, his expression calm. He flipped through the pile of books in front of him and pulled out four stacks of test papers.

"Ah? What's the matter?" Guo Zi turned his head.

Liu Ying, their class teacher, an old teacher in her fifties. He remembered that not long after they graduated, Liu Ying retired.

Liu Ying's eyes scraped over the students one by one, and she met Xu Qingzhou's eyes.

Xu Qingzhou? This child is quite honest, but it's a pity his partiality in subjects is too serious.

Hmm? The two just looked at each other like that. Liu Ying couldn't hold it anymore and shifted her gaze as if nothing had happened.

(End of chapter)