Chapter 352: Ten Throws, Nine Hits

Olympiad Class Four.

Evening study hall. The classroom blazed with light.

Xu Qianqian heard a few coughs mixed in with the recitation, and couldn't help glancing toward the back row, then walked down to the seat.

"Your cough still hasn't gotten better?"

"Much better, just an occasional cough." Song Xiyun wore a white mask, with a little cartoon cat on the lower left corner.

"Alright then." Xu Qianqian left right away.

She didn't ask Song Xiyun in front of the whole class whether she should accompany her to take sick leave and see a doctor — she planned to ask privately later.

High school is a little society. Classmates spend all their time together, and there are plenty of conflicts.

Add to that the crowded classroom and poor ventilation — once someone catches a cold and coughs, it also becomes a nuisance to those around them.

Even wearing a mask, they might still get branded with some "xx really loves putting on airs."

So asking in front of outsiders doesn't actually show concern. Instead, it exposes information and invites baseless speculation.

That would only make Song Xiyun's position in the group awkward.

Xu Qianqian returned to her seat, her mind drifting a little.

She instinctively recalled where she'd first heard this reasoning — it was taught to her by some shameless pervert.

Never say too much to outsiders, including being a single-parent family. If it's not necessary, there's no need to even mention the cause of death.

The people who truly care about you are few and far between. The more you say, the weaker you appear.

Some people, even with no grudge against you, will still step on you at every turn, treating you like "Xianglin Sao."

"Done in a sec." Xie Zhihao bounced his leg and twirled his pen, muttering to himself, "This is so easy, don't even need to calculate."

Cai Xiaoqing turned her head and glanced at the new student in the back row.

Silently, she turned back again.

Before long, more muttering drifted from the back.

"The way this question was set up is all wrong — a complete waste. If I were the one writing it, I definitely wouldn't give this condition."

Cai Xiaoqing's eyelid twitched. She turned around and said,

"Could you stop bouncing your leg?"

Xie Zhihao froze on the spot, nodding quickly.

"…Okay."

Awkward, he tried to cover for himself.

"Sometimes when I get worked up, I can't help bouncing my leg. Old habit. Sorry about that, Cai Xiang."

At the same time, he was puzzled.

Why would a girl have such a weird name?

Cai Xiaoqing's face immediately turned strange as she stared at Xie Zhihao. He was a new student, currently enjoying a few days of invincibility.

"Mm, get it treated soon."

Xie Zhihao: "."

Are all the people in Class Three like this?

"Physics 57, tsk tsk." Li Hua shook his head at an answer sheet. "No wonder he's transferring — how do you even get a score like that?"

"He's going to the elite class, not a regular class." Jiang Nian glanced at him. "Hua, could you go?"

"Like hell I could." Li Hua instantly lost interest, crumpling the answer sheet into a ball. "If you ask me, the elite class is trash too."

Beep!

Li Hua heard it and turned his head, looking utterly bewildered.

He saw that bastard Jiang Nian had somehow pressed stop on a recording on his phone, wearing the same barely-contained smirk as the Long Tu meme.

He hit play, and Li Hua's voice was replayed.

"If you ask me, the elite class is trash too."

"Holy shit!! You fucking—!" Li Hua instantly panicked, jabbing a finger and lunging for the phone. "I'm reporting you to Old Liu!"

Jiang Nian snickered and stuffed the phone straight into the pocket of his deskmate on the right, Zhang Ningzhi.

"Old Liu can't touch me."

"Beep beep!!" Li Hua had no phone, so he could only mimic the recording sound with his mouth. "You're really out of your fucking mind!"

Jiang Nian grinned.

Suddenly, Zhang Ningzhi elbowed him and said in a low voice,

"The teacher's here."

Old Liu walked in, looking exhausted.

"What subject is this… forget it. How many people in the class signed up for the Pitch-Pot competition? Raise your hands, let me see."

Jiang Nian raised his hand, then tilted his head slightly and noticed the class monitor had raised hers too.

???

"You play this too?"

Li Qingrong glanced at him, lowered her eyes, and said,

"Never played."

Hearing that, Jiang Nian hesitated and asked quietly,

"Then how are you going to win?"

Li Qingrong glanced at him and said flatly,

"I don't know."

Old Liu stood at the lectern speaking, his gaze slanting a glance at the two of them. He really wanted to put on a stern face and then loudly berate them.

"You two, come up here!"

Too bad, he could only wildly fantasize in his heart about being an "authoritarian head teacher."

If he really let the two of them come up, he'd be even less happy.

Throwing the mouse would damage the vase — the mouse here refers to the 600-point Dejiang. The exquisite porcelain refers to Li Qingrong, who has a shot at 700.

If they really got together, rounding up, he might turn into a 500-point stray dog.

"That... the people who signed up, come with me." Old Liu made a snap decision. "Ah, Liu Yang, organize things, bring the pitch-pot."

Clatter — a group of people rose and left the classroom in a grand procession.

In the slightly empty classroom.

Sun Zhicheng saw Xie Zhihao, who had transferred from the zero class, leave the classroom, and couldn't help but stop his pen, look up, and mutter a complaint.

"Dong-ge, don't you think the new guy is a bit pretentious? Just doing problems is doing problems, but he has to keep putting on airs."

"His math really is pretty good, though." Lin Dong replied. "Physics starting at 90, ridiculous, right?"

Hearing that, Sun Zhicheng immediately had nothing to say.

Yang Qiming heard it and couldn't help but sneer.

"Why the silence?"

Sun Zhicheng: "."

Seeing Sun Zhicheng at a loss for words, Yang Qiming felt immensely pleased in his heart. He wished he could rush to a barbecue stall and eat big chunks of meat and drink big gulps of beer.

Thinking of this, he decided to find Lin Dong for a meal tonight, to deepen their brotherly bond.

Building D was also known as the Repeater Building.

Old Liu and Liu Yang led ten people in a grand procession toward that side. On the second floor of Building D, the right side was the reading room, the left side was the activity center.

The activity center, made up of three large classrooms, was mainly used for holding small-scale events.

Clearly, Old Liu planned to finalize the two spots for the pitch-pot competition, with the location being the activity center in the Repeater Building.

On the way, someone in the group asked.

"Teacher, in principle, don't you have to file an application to use the activity center?"

"You don't need to at night, right?" Jiang Nian said.

"You do, our class used it just a few days ago." Xie Zhihao walked to the left side of the group, a hint of superiority showing in his words.

The "our class" in his mouth was naturally zero class C201.

Luo Yong reminded him with a smile, "You're one of our class now."

"Oh, sorry, sorry." Xie Zhihao wore an apologetic expression, scratched his head with a smile, and said, "Mouth habit, forgot to correct it."

Jiang Nian exchanged a look with Yao Bei Bei in the group, silently mouthing a word.

"Poser."

Yao Bei Bei also rolled her eyes and mouthed a word back.

"Idiot."

Old Liu heard it and felt nothing in his heart.

If he wanted to improve, getting on good terms with Yu Tongjie's parents certainly wouldn't hurt, but he wasn't the only smart one.

If he was swapped out, so be it — Xie Zhihao was also a seed for a key university. Swapping out Yu Tongjie and compensating with a performance point was fine too.

"Heh heh, said something wrong, then pay attention next time,