Lately, Ruan Ruan hadn’t checked the school forum because she had been teasing Song Shize.
On Saturday night, with midterms looming, she suddenly felt like checking the wailing in the forum to comfort herself.
Since Xie Ying’an now occasionally opens the school forum, no one dares to gossip about him and Li Qingmo anymore.
This made Ruan Ruan feel like life was lacking a lot of fun.
Unexpectedly, upon opening the school forum, she saw a poll initiated by a student, seemingly related to the midterm exams.
Ruan Ruan got excited instantly and eagerly clicked to participate.
But when Ruan Ruan clearly saw the content, her smile froze on her face.
The bet was on whether Student Li Qran from Class 2-1 could still make it into the top ten in the grade this ti!
The number of people betting "no" had already reached over three hundred, while those betting "yes" were only in the twenties.
Damn! With an odds ratio of 115, what’s even the point in playing?
Ruan Ruan furiously checked who the initiator was.
Damn, it was anonymous again.
Her finger accidentally touched the screen, automatically scrolling down a few lines in the comnts, the most liked ones, which also had the most words.
Thinking it over, Ruan Ruan decided to get the full picture before telling Ranran, so she started reading the comnts.
Second floor: It’s anonymous, I heard the school bully is soone’s big brother, we really can’t afford to ss with him. But I sincerely recomnd everyone to bet "no," and I will explain the reason on the third floor.
Third floor: That soone has already beco a negative example according to our horoom teacher, I heard that in the past few quizzes, that soone’s scores have been dropping dramatically, horribly to the point of being unbearable to witness, and the teacher warned us to take it as a cautionary tale, if anyone knows they can co out and vouch for .
Fourth floor: Damn, pupil quake!
Fifth floor: I can vouch for the second floor, during this period Li truly has beco a negative example in our class, I heard she dropped from the top ten in the grades to not even equaling an average student in the class.
Sixth floor: The midterms haven’t even started, isn’t it too early to say things like this?
Seventh floor: She’s been performing this poorly normally, do you think she’ll suddenly do wonders on the midterm? @Sixth floor
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Ruan Ruan couldn’t bear to read any further comnts, she decisively clicked "yes," knowing all too well Qingran’s efforts.
However, Qingran’s grades have indeed been slipping recently, and if Huang Qianyu hadn’t been so caught up in a power struggle with Wen Shiyi lately, she would have already ridiculed Qingran to death.
Actually, Ruan Ruan herself didn’t feel sure deep down; Qingran has always been studying hard, but the decline in grades was real, and lately she’s been avoiding ntioning grades altogether fearing it would upset Qingran.
Who would have thought, what kind of terrible horoom teacher from another class would cruelly use Qingran’s drop in grades as a negative example to warn students, utterly excessive.
Ruan Ruan tapped her cellphone screen aggressively and quickly typed a sentence—
"Those betting ’no’, wait and watch Student Li slap your faces!!!"
In less than a minute, people had started replying to Ruan Ruan.
"Let’s wait and see."
"Hope for a face slap, haha."
"This student, if Li can’t slap our faces, how about letting slap yours?"
Ruan Ruan was half-dead with anger, directly turned off her phone; barely two lines into her howork, she now had no mood to continue.
Before closing her eyes to sleep, Ruan Ruan was still thinking, tomorrow she needs to go find Ranran and study together.
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As a result, on this weekend, Xie Ying’an’s imagined scene of two people sitting together doing howork turned into a group of four.
Not only did Ruan Ruan show up, but even Li Qingmo, who had planned to play a couple of rounds of gas first, felt a sense of crisis seeing everyone studying, and grabbed his papers to join them at the table.
Qingran had arranged the most systematic study schedule, planning ticulously what books to read in the morning and what papers to work on in the afternoon.
In contrast, Ruan Ruan was the least systematic, usually pulling out whatever books she saw first from her backpack and starting with those.
Li Qingmo was even less organized; he had a tendency to procrastinate, constantly putting off tasks, resulting in a pile of papers as high as a small mountain, comparable to Xie Ying’an.
Xie Ying’an had worked on the papers until midnight yesterday and had absolutely no mood to do howork today. He liked to skip around when doing papers, focusing only on the challenging ones; he wouldn’t waste ti on problems he was either too familiar with or deed too easy.
Previously, Old Wu would push him on this matter and try to redy it, but seeing it as hopeless, he gradually gave up. After all, Xie Ying’an was ambitious, managing to secure the first rank in his grade each year. As long as Xie Ying’an’s grades did not slip, he didn’t bother much with how.
Initially, Ruan Ruan felt a bit awkward sitting with two top students, but seeing Qingran complete a paper, she lost the mood to feel awkward and imdiately bent her head down to write furiously.
The four of them sat around a table doing their howork until lunchti.
It was not too hot yet, and Li Qingmo suggested they all have hot pot together. After everyone agreed, Aunt Liu prepared a split pot for them.
Among them, Xie Ying’an was the only one who didn’t really eat spicy food.
Actually, Xie Ying’an used to eat spicy food, but ever since living with his grandfather for a while, who had a weak stomach and couldn’t handle spicy food, Xie Ying’an gradually stopped eating it as well.
Li Qingmo scooped up so spicy oil with his chopstick and turned to tease Xie Ying’an with a laugh: "You can’t be like this, you know. I heard that n who can’t eat spicy food will end up being afraid of their wives, haha."
Xie Ying’an, who was cooking his food in the non-spicy broth, responded indifferently with an "Oh."
Ruan Ruan glanced back and forth between them, then lowered her head with an aunty-like smile.
Xie Ying’an coolly glanced at Ruan Ruan, who shivered and imdiately sided with Xie Ying’an like a wind vane: "Brother Mo, it’s not right for you to say that. It’s not about being afraid of a wife—only if you like soone, you’d be afraid."
"Oh," Li Qingmo raised an eyebrow. "Then between you and Song Shize, who’s afraid of whom?"
Of course, Song Shize was afraid of her, afraid she’d embarrass him and spill his embarrassing secrets.
But Ruan Ruan couldn’t really say that and just gave an awkward smile.
Qingran, unable to stand their childish banter any longer, picked up a piece of taro with the serving chopsticks and offered it to Li Qingmo, "Bro, eat this."
Li Qingmo quickly dodged, "No thanks, it’s sweet, I don’t like it."
Just as Qingran was about to retract her chopsticks, Xie Ying’an swiftly intercepted them in mid-air and calmly ate the piece.
Qingran’s words "That’s spicy" ca up to her lips but then she swallowed them back down.
Too spicy—Xie Ying’an took a sip of water.
Ruan Ruan finally noticed sothing amiss and her eyes darted back and forth between Xie Ying’an and Qingran with disbelief and shock.
anwhile, Li Qingmo, still oblivious, picked up a spicy dish and tried putting it in Xie Ying’an’s bowl, but Xie Ying’an quickly dodged it.
Li Qingmo mumbled, "Why dodge? Weren’t you just eating fine? Xie Ying’an, do you know how much joy you’re missing out on by not eating spicy?"
Xie Ying’an took another sip of water and then slowly said, "My joy doesn’t depend on whether I eat spicy food or not."
Ruan Ruan really wanted to ask: If not on eating spicy, is it on my Qingran?
But she didn’t dare to ask.
After the al, they resud their tough journey of frantic howork writing.
Only this ti, Ruan Ruan could no longer fantasize about the unspeakable stories between her Brother An and Brother Mo.
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