The System Says My Childhood Sweetheart Is My Future Blind Date - Chapter 40

Things went just as Shen Yuan had predicted.

That evening, the weekly math test papers were handed out.

“Haha, fun time is about to begin!”

Zhou Shaojie looked at the papers being passed around, his face beaming with anticipation.

“Shen Yuan, guess what your score is?”

Shen Yuan rolled his eyes: “Lower than you.”

“Hey, hey, that’s not funny.”

“You’re building your happiness on my suffering, aren’t you?”

Zhou Shaojie found his paper, passed it around, and then said to Shen Yuan, “I did teach you math, after all. I’m just checking your work.”

Shen Yuan rolled his eyes and picked up his paper from the pile.

“91?!”

Shen Yuan was stunned, then cheered, holding his weekly math test paper.

Damn, I passed!!
A 150-point paper, barely passing.

Awesome!!!
Zhou Shaojie glanced at Shen Yuan’s math test paper and swung his Great Wilderness Prisoner’s Finger: “You brat, you’re lying about getting 90 points?”

Shen Yuan retorted, “What do you mean lying? I just didn’t do well! 90 points can’t be considered a good score!”

“Pah!”

A-Jie scoffed, “Not doing well is relative to your usual grades. Your score already blows away your past self.”

Just as A-Jie finished speaking, Shen Yuan’s lips curled into a smile.

Damn, this guy

really got his kicks. Shen Yuan was indeed feeling great.

Actually, aside from math, Shen Yuan’s scores were relatively stable.

English was consistently around 145, Chinese above 110, and all three science subjects were above 80.

Including the miscellaneous scores, overall, excluding math, Shen Yuan could reach around 510.

Then it all depended on math.

This time, math did well, and Shen Yuan conservatively estimated he could reach 600 points!
Great, finally not just a nobody.

Of course,

the final result would depend on the weekly test scores.

When the first class ended, Shen Yuan summoned everyone to announce the good news.

But all he received were disdainful looks.

“That’s it?”

“90 points is considered good news?”

“Exactly, I’d be going to a funeral if I got 140.”

As soon as A-Jie finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.

Soon, an order was given.

“Get him!”

Zhuo Peipei quickly made way for him, and the group of boys lifted A-Jie out of his seat, around the back door of the classroom, and to the front door.

“I’m not wrong, you math scum are the ones who are wrong! You’re all jealous of my talent!!”

A-Jie shouted hoarsely, successfully summoning his older cousin, who was grading papers in the teachers’ office.

Yang Yishui peeked out of the classroom door and glanced at the boys who were making a ruckus.

A-Jie seemed to have found a lifeline and cried out sadly, “Sister Shui, Sister Shui, save me!!”

His older cousin turned her head and said, “You guys continue.”

Seeing Zhou Shaojie, Yang Yishui’s mind immediately recalled A-Jie.

“That old woman, Sister Shui.”

Let her be, better off hanging on the door.

While A-Jie was suffering, Shen Yuan strolled around Li Zhi.

The “Painful Sacrifice” wasn’t thinking about spreading pain at the moment, but was playing on his phone.

It was the weekend, after all.

They’d already been through the ordeal of Lao Zhou’s math score, so let the students enjoy their evening study session comfortably.

Li Zhi still wanted to accumulate some good karma. She just

didn’t know if it would translate into college entrance exam scores.

Apparently, students in regular classes would hang up Conan (a popular Chinese web novel character) before exams and perform some strange prayer rituals.

That’s just last-minute cramming.

Li Zhi wouldn’t do that; she couldn’t.

But Li Zhi also wanted to ask, how can one consistently score over 700?

Share lucky charms? ”

If you don’t work hard when you’re young, you’ll be sharing lucky charms when you’re old.”

Speaking of lucky charms, Li Zhi glanced at Shen Yuan walking around nearby.

Just as their eyes were about to meet, Li Zhi looked down at her phone.

She didn’t want to talk to him.

“He got a 91 and he’s already bragging about it, what a stupid boys’ high school.”

Shen Yuan saw Li Zhi lower his head and was about to speak when he saw Li Zhi put down his phone and start playing with origami on his math test paper.

He folded it into thirds and then lifted it up.

Shen Yuan immediately saw the score marked in red pen:

150.

Damn, I’m not wandering around anymore.

Seeing Shen Yuan wander back to his seat, Li Zhi’s lips curled up, ready to continue scrolling through his phone.

“Zhi Zhi, how did you know Shen Yuan came to see you?”

Li Zhi looked up at He Zhiyu: “Of course I, as his mother, understand him.”

He Zhiyu nodded, seemingly understanding. The

way these two addressed each other was a bit absurd.

But…

it’s fine, isn’t it?

He Zhiyu turned her head and wrote in her phone’s memo app.

[The changing titles between them don’t really have any specific meaning. No matter what they are, the core logic connecting them never changes.]

He Zhiyu blushed and reached out to type the last two words on the virtual keyboard.

[It’s love.] As members of the “CP (couple) association, ”

constantly injecting sweetness into their minds has become an essential skill.

Even the slightest hint of CP (couple) chemistry is sculpted into an incredibly sweet relationship.

In this absurd CP network, the members of the association, wrapped in a sweet web, temporarily forget the pressure of exam-oriented education.

The second period of evening self-study passed by amidst Old Zhou’s incessant chatter.

Then, Class 15 received their weekly English test.

A-Jie’s happy time was over.

As everyone knows, A-Jie’s English grades have always been remarkably consistent.

A ghost of failing English hovered over Class 15, and upon seeing A-Jie’s score, it chuckled.

65.

“Honestly, with a score like that, you could stomp the answer sheet on the ground.”

Hearing these hurtful words, A-Jie slumped against his desk, utterly defeated.

His older cousin didn’t actually go over the test.

She simply felt annoyed seeing Zhou Shaojie and wanted to make him suffer by handing out the test.

It’s a bit lacking…

Oh well, it’s already a good deed that my older cousin hasn’t quit her job to focus on her social media.

The third period of evening self-study ended, and Class 15 was changing seats.

The noisy scene immediately returned.

“Goodbye! A-Jie!”

“Yuan! Lao Yuan! I can’t bear to part with you!!”

A-Jie watched Shen Yuan pull out her desk, her face full of reluctance as she stretched out her hand: “Yuan! What will I do without you!!”

“Yuan!”

Facing A-Jie’s performance art, Ke Peipei exclaimed.

“True love, this is true love.”

Hearing this, A-Jie immediately became as obedient as a quail.

Yang Ze laughed out loud at the sight.

Shen Yuan slowly pushed her desk into the back row, then waited for Li Zhi and the others to move their seats

. Once everything was ready, Shen Yuan lined up and moved her desk to the very back.

Then she looked at Li Zhi with a cheerful smile.

“Ta-da! Your best friend is back!”

Li Zhi immediately gave a wry smile, as if playing a game of wry humor.

This was somewhat embarrassing.

However, Li Zhi had become somewhat immune to Shen Yuan’s thought process.

“My sister can’t get below 100 in math.”

“Then we’re buddies, bro.”

“That’ll have to be 120.”

Shen Yuan wiped his sweat: “Apple you, you’ll have no friends like that.”

“There aren’t many people in the class who get below 100.”

Shen Yuan broke down.