Chapter 402

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

As soon as Li Jianjia spoke, the classmates in the class immediately laughed and started a commotion.

Wang Xiaohua couldn't help but be stunned, his face inevitably turning somewhat hot, a bit embarrassed.

Li Jianjia didn't pay attention to the commotion-making classmates, and hurriedly urged Wang Xiaohua:

"Xiao Hua, hurry up, don't be so hesitant!"

"Oh oh... okay..."

Wang Xiaohua picked up the pen and signed his name on the left side of Li Jianjia's chest.

That was the first time in his life he had such close contact with a girl.

A fragrant scent came from Li Jianjia's body, making his heart race, to the point that the hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

At this time, the nervousness in his heart could be said to be even more nervous than the college entrance exam.

He felt very uneasy, reminding himself in his heart not to have wild thoughts.

A girl with such superior conditions as Li Jianjia, how could she possibly fancy a male student like him who was both short and ugly?

The reason Li Jianjia left this spot for him was purely because he was good at studying, he was first in the whole class, that's all, no other meaning.

"Signed."

When Wang Xiaohua handed the pen back to Li Jianjia, his ears were already red.

Li Jianjia, on the other hand, was very casual; she smiled radiantly:

"Thanks! I'll go find other classmates to sign, I'll come back to find you later!"

After saying this, she went to find other classmates.

Wang Xiaohua returned to his seat, took a deep breath, to calm his heart and suppress his brain cells' wild thoughts.

"Xiao Hua, you're something, didn't expect Li Jianjia actually let you sign in that spot, how did it feel? Hehe..."

Deskmate Lin Xiao had a face full of mischievous smiles, teasing Wang Xiaohua.

"Feel..." Wang Xiaohua almost blurted out the three words "soft and soft," but the words reached his mouth and he swallowed them back, then forcibly changed his tune: "Feel is still not as comfortable as writing on the desk, the words written on her clothes came out ugly as hell."

Lin Xiao immediately had a speechless face:

"That's your reaction? Worthy of Li Jianjia leaving you such an important spot?"

Wang Xiaohua rolled his eyes:

"Then how else should I react?"

Wang Xiaohua actually understood everything, but he just pretended not to understand.

He didn't want to face all this directly.

He was even more willing to believe it was all him overthinking.

That sensitive and inferior personality shaped in him from childhood to adulthood in his heart made him feel that Li Jianjia absolutely could not have impure friendship toward him, and he was not worthy of letting Li Jianjia have any improper thoughts toward him.

The two were destined not to be people of the same world, so don't waste her youth, and don't waste his own time.

"Do you want to let classmates sign on your clothes too?" Lin Xiao asked at this time, he also said: "You have to leave an important spot for me, I've been your deskmate for two years after all."

Since the arts and sciences class division in sophomore year, Lin Xiao had always been Wang Xiaohua's deskmate.

Lin Xiao's grades in the Special Elite Class could only be considered average; his biggest goal was just to test into a first-tier university; as for competing for top rank, he didn't even dare think about it.

So in his heart he also quite admired Wang Xiaohua.

You know, when they just entered freshman year, Wang Xiaohua's grade ranking was even behind him; later, for some reason, Wang Xiaohua suddenly rushed to the top ten of the whole school, and later steadily sat at first in the whole school; Lin Xiao could only admire from afar.

"Better not, I still want to wear this school uniform for a while longer, don't want to get it dirty." Wang Xiaohua answered like this.

"Does your family have no clothes to wear? It's graduation already, still wearing school uniform?" Lin Xiao expressed incomprehension.

Wang Xiaohua just smiled, didn't answer.

At this time, the Homeroom Teacher came.

She told everyone the time for gathering to take photos tomorrow, then singled out Wang Xiaohua and called him to the Office.

"Xiao Hua, how did you perform this time?"

The Homeroom Teacher's face carried concern.

In her heart, she was actually even more nervous than Wang Xiaohua.

After all, this year's college entrance exam, whether the Special Elite Class could produce especially good results, basically depended on Wang Xiaohua alone.

This small County Town, since the college entrance exam was restored, still hasn't had anyone test into Tsinghua University and Peking University; the best class, the first-place student, was still ten-odd points away from the Tsinghua/Peking University lowest admission score line.

And such a student, in the county middle school, is also a rare commodity; under normal circumstances, the county's two high schools, Senior Year Three over two thousand people, those able to test into a second-tier university are less than two hundred, while those able to test into a key university, at most fifty or sixty people.

Two high schools, a total of four arts and sciences Special Elite Classes, each science class twenty-odd people make the key university line, each arts class ten-odd people make the key university line.

The small county town's education level, the difference from a big city's District, is this big.

The School, from the Principal down to the service personnel, all would value a quality student source like Wang Xiaohua very much.

So now the Homeroom Teacher caring about Wang Xiaohua's exam situation is also reasonable.

"Alright, count as normal performance, didn't encounter especially difficult questions."

Wang Xiaohua answered like this.

The Homeroom Teacher let out a breath of relief, laughed:

"That's good, as long as normal performance, you're guaranteed to get into Sun Yat-sen University at minimum; as for Tsinghua/Peking University, let's not think about it yet; before scores come out, lower your expectations, don't set such high expectations; next we need to start researching volunteer applications; schools we can not delve into deeply for now, anyway 985, 211 definitely won't be too far off; the key is to research majors."

"Mm mm, got it, Teacher, thank you for your suggestion to me."

"Don't stand on ceremony; just come back and visit the teacher when you have time, but it doesn't matter if you don't come back either — I don't expect you students to do anything for me. I've taught several cohorts of Special Elite Class students, and several cohorts of Regular Class students. To tell the truth, most of those who come back to visit the teacher are Regular Class students; Special Elite Class students are comparatively few. Maybe after you Special Elite Class students test into university, you all get comparatively busy."

Wang Xiaohua listened to these words, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

From the homeroom teacher's face, he saw a trace of melancholy.

The homeroom teacher spoke again at this time:

"Right, let me give you my mobile phone number. If there's anything you don't understand, call and ask me anytime. Additionally, you must absolutely remember this: when it comes to filling out the volunteer application, you must make the decision yourself — don't let your dad and mom make the decision. Your dad and mom have no culture; besides Tsinghua University, Peking University, Sun Yat-sen University, and South China University of Technology, they probably don't know any other universities. As for choice of major, they're even more completely ignorant. They can't give you any good suggestions; they'll probably just think it's best if you're closer to home."

The homeroom teacher had seen too many students whose futures were utterly ruined because their parents at home randomly helped fill out the volunteer application, so she specially exhorted Wang Xiaohua with this one sentence.

Wang Xiaohua nodded:

"Okay, I'll go back and seriously research what major to study."

Actually, even if the homeroom teacher hadn't said it, he wouldn't have let his dad and mom help him decide the volunteer application matter — not to mention letting them decide, even letting them give reference suggestions, he didn't want that.

It's not that he looks down on his own parents, but he knows his parents' bottom line better than anyone. They have no culture to speak of, no knowledge to speak of; they even live their own lives in a muddle-headed way, so how could they be expected to plan his life?

However, he's just afraid that old man will forcefully interfere. When that old man gets unreasonable, even eight oxen couldn't budge him, so he must think of a method to stop him from pointing fingers and meddling in his own volunteer application matter.