The System Says My Childhood Sweetheart Is My Future Blind Date - Chapter 39

“I’ve got it! I’ve got it!”

Before Sunday morning reading began, Zhou Shaojie, unlike his usual last-minute arrival at school, arrived five minutes early.

“So you finally realized you’re a time traveler?” Yang Ze chuckled, looking at Zhou Shaojie.

“Time traveler my foot!”

Zhou Shaojie said, turning his back to Zhuo Peipei as he walked to his desk.

After sitting down, Shaojie began calling to his neighbors.

“Come on, come on, listen to my groundbreaking discovery! This is absolutely a gem in biological history!”

“If you feed me shit this early in the morning, I’ll hang your name on the school’s confession wall and find Nantong,” Zhuo Peipei threatened.

“I’m not a priest,”

Shaojie cleared his throat, and seeing everyone seated, began seriously.

“Yesterday, didn’t Aze say what the dominant gene is between mixed-race individuals? I looked up some materials after I got back.”

“The European and American region?” Chen Mingyu asked instinctively.

Silence fell.

“Ahem!”

Shen Yuan broke the silence with a tactical cough: “Ah Jie, continue.”

Ah Jie touched his nose, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Actually, you see, in mixed-race populations, there’s one thing that’s most prominent and obvious!”

“What?” everyone asked in unison.

“The largest organ in the human body, skin!”

Ah Jie continued, “Think about it, when white and yellow people are mixed, the appearance of the baby’s skin is actually not very distinguishable, right?”

Everyone thought for a moment and nodded.

At this moment, Shen Yuan had a premonition that Ah Jie was about to pull off something amazing.

“But what if it’s a black person? Whether a black person is mixed with yellow or white people, the child born will have black skin!”

Ah Jie said excitedly, “So, the black skin gene is a dominant gene in humans! Applause if you understand!”

“Awesome!” ”

A biologist! This is a biologist!”

Shen Yuan could only say.

“Damn, amazing.”

To be able to draw such a conclusion from watching a movie, to pull off such a great piece of work so early in the morning, that’s truly worthy of Ah Jie.

Because of A-Jie’s “discovery” of dominant genes in humans, the entire morning reading session was filled with an unusual kind of joy.

“Why learn English? This is cultural invasion!”

“You don’t know anything! This is so you can learn it and then use it for cultural invasion, Chinglish, Chinese English, don’t you understand? Make your opponent look like yourself!”

What do you think being good at English means?
Going into a restaurant, sitting down, and when the waiter comes over, do you rattle off a bunch of English words to tell them what you want to eat? ”

Hello, I’d like to order a salad. ”
Do you think you’re talking to the Queen?
Going into a restaurant, opening the menu, holding up one finger, and saying to the waiter, “This, this, this, thank you.”

The purpose of language is communication.

Achieving the purpose of communication means achieving the use of language.

Any sophisticated phrasing used in everyday communication has only one purpose—to show off.

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The second and third periods are the weekly Chinese test.

Because there’s an essay to write in Chinese, Sister Lan usually schedules the weekly test during long breaks, or rather, during evening self-study.

After the weekly Chinese test, the week’s tests are considered completely finished.

I reckon that during evening self-study, Old Zhou will hand out the math test papers to spur everyone on.

“The weekend’s over, everyone get back to work and focus on your studies. You’re in your final year of high school now, just tough it out, hang in there, and you can relax once you get to college.”

That’s pretty much the kind of bait-and-switch tactic.

Giving you a glimmer of hope, just to keep you from giving up.

The mood in Class 15 is pretty good, pretty stable.

Stably ecstatic.

But Old Zhou is right about

one thing: hang in there.

After the fourth period, it’ll be a short break.

Shen Yuan’s holiday plans are already in place; he was starving last night because Li Zhi made him skip a midnight snack.

So he had to treat them to a good meal.

These two, despite saying they wanted to avoid each other, still ended up hanging out together during the holiday.

As a small county town, Jiyang only has a few places to eat.

“Where do you want to eat?”

“Let’s go eat grilled fish, it’s been a while since I’ve had it.”

Shen Yuan nodded.

Taking Li Zhi out had one advantage:

she didn’t have decision-making anxiety.

Generally, when Li Zhi thought of something to eat, she would make a decision immediately, instead of looking at a bunch of shops and hesitating.

Of course, sometimes when Li Zhi was too lazy to make a decision, she would leave it to Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan didn’t have decision-making anxiety either.

After making a phone call home, the two went to the mall.

Grilled fish was quite popular a few years ago.

But in recent years, the hype had probably died down, and the shops seemed a bit lukewarm.

At mealtimes, the shops were quite crowded, but there was no need to queue.

In Jiyang, with malls opening one after another, the flow of people naturally dispersed.

However, the popular shops remained popular.

Neither of them particularly liked spicy food, but both preferred sweet and sour flavors.

Shen Yuan believed that a moderate amount of spiciness could enhance the taste, but excessive spiciness would mask the natural flavor of the ingredients.

Their taste buds were practically exploding with pain; they couldn’t even taste the quality of the meat, their mouths were

just filled with spiciness. These days, some Sichuan restaurants just add spiciness to everything. They

think spiciness is Sichuan cuisine, and Sichuan cuisine is spiciness.

But in reality, spiciness is only one aspect of Sichuan cuisine.

Shen Yuan hated things that were spicier than anything else.

Before the food arrived, Shen Yuan went downstairs to get Li Shaozhong’s 30% sugar, less iced mango pomelo sago, and also picked up his own sugar-free, regular iced passion fruit drink.

“Are you confident you can get over 600?”

Shen Yuan stopped stirring his straw.

“Sister, can we not talk about this?”

Li Zhi didn’t reply, her gaze fixed on Shen Yuan, making him feel uneasy.

“No, I did poorly on the math test, probably around 80.”

Li Zhi poked at his milk tea, then said after a moment, “If it’s really too bad, we’ll wait for the next round of review. The next round starts after this monthly exam, and you should be able to catch up then.”

Shen Yuan nodded, “But I’ll try to catch up now if I can.”

“Ask me if you don’t understand,”

Shen Yuan replied.

After evening self-study tonight, Shen Yuan would switch seats with Li Zhi.

Compared to A-Jie’s abstract, logical problem-solving methods, Li Zhi was clearly better at explaining problems.

They were speaking the same language, but Shen Yuan couldn’t understand the math A-Jie explained.

Just like his math teacher who had taught him for the past two years.

Just then, the grilled fish was served.

Li Zhi rubbed his hands together, “Let’s eat!”

After dinner, the two went home.

On such a hot day, it was much more comfortable to go home, turn on the air conditioning, and sleep.

Studying?

I’ve been studying for a week, can’t I even rest for a few hours?
Shen Yuan lay down on the bed, took out his phone, and played two games. After losing two stars, he was so angry he couldn’t sleep.

“Just one more game, I’ll sleep if I win, I’ll sleep if I win!”

“Damn it! One more game!”

“The last one!!”

After losing seven games in a row, Shen Yuan silently uninstalled the game.

“Trash game, ruining my youth.”