The System Says My Childhood Sweetheart Is My Future Blind Date - Chapter 15

Shen Yuan stood obediently at the shop entrance, waiting for the owner to finish making the rice balls and egg pancakes, and also waiting for Li Zhi to review the results of his hour and a half of work the previous night. Multiple

choice questions, fill-in-the-blank questions, calculation problems, and the final big problem.

It’s no exaggeration to say that Shen Yuan needed a while just to read the questions.

But to be honest, Shen Yuan didn’t ask for any outside help with these three problems; he did them entirely on his own.

Otherwise, Li Zhi wouldn’t be frowning like this.

Li Zhi knew Shen Yuan’s math foundation was weak, so he didn’t have high expectations for Shen Yuan solving these three problems. What

Li Zhi wanted to see was Shen Yuan’s problem-solving approach.

Frankly, it was very poor.

When breakfast arrived, Shen Yuan respectfully presented the deluxe egg pancake with both hands.

“Young Master Li, please give me some pointers.”

Li Zhi weighed the egg pancake in his hands; it was quite heavy.

The pretty girl spoke slowly and deliberately: “I have a bet with you, why should I teach you? If I teach you and I lose, wouldn’t that be a loss?”

“It’s just a bet, not a marriage contract.”

Upon hearing this, Li Zhi immediately looked at Shen Yuan warily: “Are you lusting after my body?! Then I definitely can’t teach you!”

“I…”

Shen Yuan opened his mouth: “Yes, baby, I’m really lusting after you.”

Seeing Shen Yuan take the bait, Li Zhi’s lips curled up, and he teased: “Oh? You really lust after me? Then why were you so infatuated with that guy surnamed Tong back then?”

Damn it!

A moment of stupidity left a stain on his reputation for life.

“No, Young Master Li, can we not talk about this?”

Li Zhi sneered: “Your dark history, I’ll eat it for the rest of my life!”

What a embroidered spring knife.

Oh no, in high school it should be called a ballpoint pen.

In the end, Li Zhi still gave Shen Yuan the solution.

The pretty girl had already written down the answer and put it in her pocket, just waiting to see if she could get something out of Shen Yuan.

Sure enough, with just a little bait, Shen Yuan took the bait.

The day’s fun began with digging into Shen Yuan’s embarrassing past.

Senior year, as He Zhiyu said, was undeniably stressful.

Especially seeing the daily countdown to the college entrance exam torn down in the classroom, the tension became even more palpable.

In this situation, everyone needed to find some amusement to breathe.

Li Zhi’s amusement was her sharp tongue.

Her motto was, “As long as I’m happy, I don’t care if you’re uncomfortable or not.”

Previously, Li Zhi’s sharp tongue was evenly distributed across everyone in Class 15, but now she only favored Shen Yuan.

If Li Zhi caught him, Shen Yuan would inevitably suffer a verbal beating.

Shen Yuan, however, didn’t care.

Based on his understanding of Li Zhi, she was just being sarcastic; she didn’t really mean to look down on anyone.

The young girl’s mind was still pure and easy to understand.

He’d take the bait and make her happy.

In this way, even at the risk of losing the bet, the pretty girl will still choose to give us problem-solving strategies and improve our math scores.

You always have to give something to get something in return.

It’s just a little bit of embarrassing history, it doesn’t hurt at all.

That’s called emotional intelligence.

Family, isn’t this a huge win?

As long as we get 620, it’ll be a complete redemption!

Waaah.

I have to say, Old Zhou does have some teaching methods.

…

According to the weekly test tradition, three subjects are tested on Friday and three subjects on Saturday.

As for the specific arrangements, that depends on the teachers themselves.

Since only the seniors are on Saturday, there’s no need for exercises.

Then, the long break is used by Sister Lan for the weekly Chinese test.

A few minutes less for the other subjects is fine, after all, for math, if you can’t do it, you really can’t do it, even an extra hour won’t help.

But it’s different for Chinese.

Ten minutes less, and you can’t even finish the essay.

So Sister Lan usually chooses Saturday or Sunday, which can take up the long break, for the weekly tests.

After the Chinese weekly test, the biology weekly test follows seamlessly.

It’s really killing me.

“Damn it, senior year of high school is worse than being in jail!”

Zhou Shaojie cried out in anguish as the exam papers fell like snowflakes.

Yang Ze turned and passed the papers to him: “You talk like you’ve been to jail.”

“I may not have eaten pork, but I’ve seen pigs run, haven’t I?”

Biology is relatively simpler than physics and chemistry.

The question types were all the same, and the problem-solving approaches were largely the same.

Just some damn peas and fruit flies.

The more you do, the more you understand, and your score basically stabilizes.

By the afternoon, after the weekly physics test, everyone was basically in a daze.

Then Old Zhou came with the test paper to pour cold water on them.

He just woke them up.

Shen Yuan looked at the 85 on his test paper, completely numb.

He glanced at the test papers of the two people next to him.

Zhou Shaojie 150, Li Zhi 150.

Damn!

“How did I get into the top class?”

Hearing Shen Yuan’s mutterings, Zhou Shaojie turned to look at Shen Yuan’s score.

He couldn’t help but blurt out

, “Damn, is your cerebellum underdeveloped?”

“You’ll see during evening self-study!”

Zhou Shaojie then remembered that Shui Shui had skipped class today, and Shen Yuan was supposed to have those two evening self-study periods!

He immediately knelt down.

“Brother, I’m sorry! I’ll treat you to a Coke!”

“Mango pomelo sago, bring it tonight.”

“Okay!” Zhou Shaojie readily agreed.

“That’s more like it. Let me tell you about your English homework first.”

Shen Yuan took out his practice book and casually flipped through a page.

A-Jie happily started doing his English homework.

He was already imagining the envious looks he would receive when he said he had finished his English.

As for Shen Yuan, he focused all his attention on Old Zhou.

Then he was astonished to find that he actually understood.

Especially the explanations for the last three big questions.

In the past, Shen Yuan would have had absolutely no sense of participation in explaining these kinds of questions. All

he would do was nod in his seat, pretending that he understood.

Even in the top class.

There was no way around it; his foundation was too weak. No matter how

well Old Zhou explained, he couldn’t build a skyscraper for him from scratch, nor could he break down the problem from beginning to end for Shen Yuan alone.

Unless Shen Yuan asked him after class.

But today was different. With the experience package given to him by Li Zhi, Shen Yuan filled in the gaps in his knowledge.

He understood how to solve this type of question.

He couldn’t guarantee that he would get it completely right next time, but at least he could get the points.

Thinking of this, Shen Yuan leaned closer to Li Zhi: “I’ll treat you to mango pomelo sago tonight.”

Li Zhi nodded calmly.

It was only right.

Then, Shen Yuan gave Li Zhi the mango pomelo sago that Zhou Shaojie had given him.

He didn’t spend a penny, and he made his childhood sweetheart happy.

Tsk (smug).

Before evening self-study, Shen Yuan went to the office.

His older cousin was indeed not in the office, but the test papers were piled high.

Shen Yuan picked up the test paper from Class 15 and muttered, “I’m not even a class representative, yet I’m doing the work of a class representative, I really…”

No…

I seem to be doing the teacher’s work.

Thinking this, Shen Yuan felt even worse.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Shen Yuan said, “Sister Shui isn’t here. When you hand out the test papers, I’ll copy the answers onto the blackboard. If you got them all right, I won’t say anything. If you got them all wrong, I’ll explain them. If you got a few wrong, ask the ones who got them right.”

Shen Yuan put down the test paper and suppressed his dissatisfaction with his words.

“After self-study.”

“Yuan! I love you!”

“Yuan! I want to have your babies!”

Shen Yuanxu patted his hands a few times: “Quiet down, everyone. Oh, by the way, there’s no English homework today.”

The shouts grew even louder.

At this moment, Zhou Shaojie, who was furiously flipping through an English dictionary, looked up.

“?”

Looking at Zhou Shaojie’s expression—three parts astonishment, three parts regret, three parts anger, and one part sadness—

Li Zhi couldn’t help but laugh.