Shen Nian had Xia Yanchun help take away the special award certificate, and the progress award ceremony was also nearing its end.
Accidentally improving by five hundred places, really sorry about that, bro. Next time I won't improve that much.
Holding his test papers, Shen Nian walked past the many first-year classes. Some easygoing boys even greeted him excitedly.
"Big shot, you're amazing!"
"Is that ranking improvement for real... it's too unbelievable..."
"Senior, just standing there you looked so handsome it stunned me, I almost felt a bit Weibo..."
"I Douyined!"
Shen Nian smiled. Why did this group seem a bit... gay? He was almost embarrassed.
As the only senior in the entire school who had improved by over five hundred places, his eyes always held a trace more steadiness than his peers... (middle part forgotten)... (end part forgotten).
It was a pity the scholarship wasn't issued immediately.
The scholarship still had to go through the homeroom teacher. The teacher would notify the parents, and then the student had to provide a bank account number before the money could be transferred.
Shen Nian could understand. High school students, even if adults, had to be treated like minors in many things, with parents needing to be notified.
Everyone in his class already knew about his grades, so they didn't react too strongly, but glances from other senior classes still occasionally fell on him.
This ranking gap was honestly a bit exaggerated. Those who didn't know might think he had cheated.
Back in class, it was time for regular lessons.
Shen Nian no longer needed to listen to the lectures, basically just working on his own practice papers. Two consecutive periods of Chinese class were enough for him to finish a whole Chinese exam paper.
When Su Kexi came by on patrol and saw him doing Chinese work, she didn't bother him.
She had already heard from Yan Yuzhu about Shen Nian asking for practice papers, so she wasn't surprised.
Shen Nian had already proven with his results that his study method had no problems. What reason did she have to make him listen to the lectures?
Forcing Shen Nian to follow the teacher's review might backfire.
Li Shiyan's grades were also very good. With more effort and a bit more luck, performing above her usual level, she might even become another candidate for Tsinghua or Peking University.
Just thinking that her class might produce three Tsinghua/Peking University candidates made Su Kexi feel like she was floating.
You three must work hard, okay? The teacher is begging you on her knees.
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After class, during the long break.
Su Kexi called Shen Nian and Xia Yanchun, the two special award winners, to the office together.
First, she had them use their phones to contact their families to provide the bank account numbers for receiving the scholarship. Then she took out her phone from her bag and said apologetically, "I originally planned to take the photos this afternoon, but I have something to do later, so I can only use your long break time."
"Come with me downstairs first. Let's get the half-body photos taken. They'll be printed on the honor roll later. This probably isn't your first time on the honor roll."
The honor roll required not only photos but also the announcement of class and name. Everyone from the special award to the first prize winners, and finally the subject masters, had to be registered.
They also needed to include a personal motto.
The long break was only twenty-five minutes. Su Kexi hurriedly took them downstairs, found a spot by some flower beds, and took nice half-body photos for them.
"Alright, find some time to think of a personal motto and tell me before noon. I have to go now, you can head back up by yourselves."
After saying this, Su Kexi pulled at her sleeve and headed towards the school gate. Before she went far, she answered a phone call. She really did seem busy.
The wind was a bit chilly, rustling their soft hair. Xia Yanchun couldn't help but shrink her neck, tucking both her small hands into her pockets.
"Let's hurry back up."
"Wanna go to the school store?"
Their words almost came out simultaneously. Shen Nian clicked his tongue, pointed his thumb towards the school store direction, and said with a grin, "My treat. Don't go if you don't want to."
"Not going would be a waste."
It was the long break, so the school store was quite crowded.
The store sold mostly overpriced goods. Xia Yanchun wasn't as snack-crazy as Shen Nian and didn't know what to buy, so she just followed him around for a lap.
Seeing Shen Nian about to buy drinks again, Xia Yanchun quickly tugged his shirt hem. "Buying drinks again? Not afraid of high uric acid?"
"Uh, alright then, no drinks." Shen Nian moved closer to her. "You buy something. Get some spicy strips, chips, whatever. If you're hungry, get a sticky rice chicken or a chicken wrap. I have money."
Xia Yanchun muttered softly, "I don't know what to eat."
"Then I'll buy for you."
Shen Nian got a bag and stuffed in several chicken feet and duck feet.
These chicken feet, duck feet, duck necks, and such were probably the least overpriced items in the school store. They cost 2.5 yuan outside and 3 yuan in the school store, which was within Shen Nian's acceptable range.
Shen Nian's backpack had long been out of snacks. He planned to go buy more outside during lunch after Chun Bao fell asleep.
"Okay, okay!"
The small bag was about to burst from how much Shen Nian was stuffing in. Xia Yanchun patted the back of his hand. "Why buy so much!"
"You really can't be my sister."
"What are you talking about? Explain clearly!" Xia Yanchun was a bit triggered, touching a bottom line, wanting to get defensive.
"If it were my older sister, she'd definitely tell me to buy a whole bunch to take back, so she could eat while watching variety shows. But you, my class monitor, you won't even let me buy a few more."
“Well, that's true. No one said sisters have to be exactly the same,” Xia Yanchun argued. An older sister is an older sister. Even two biological sisters would have some different habits, let alone her.
She wasn't falling for Shen Nian's trap.
One could only say, as expected of the top of the grade, her thinking was quick. Shen Nian couldn't fool her, so in the end he only bought about ten.
While lining up to pay, Shen Nian patted his pockets, his mouth twitching. "Crap, didn't bring cash..."
"......" Xia Yanchun gave a forced smile, pulling out a fifty from her inner pocket. "Remember to pay me back."
"Of course."
Shen Nian paid happily and then stuffed the change into his own pocket. "Hehehe, pay back? As if. It's mine now."
"Robbery! Give it back!"
"No, no, whoo-hoo!"
Shen Nian had already taken off running.
His legs were long and his strides big. By the time he was gnawing on a duck foot back in the classroom, Xia Yanchun had just pouted and arrived at the back door.
Pouting angrily like a little bull.
Too many familiar people around to argue with Shen Nian.
Class began.
Shen Nian propped his cheek on his hand, twirling a pen, thinking about the honor roll personal motto.
Something facing the whole school should be positive and uplifting.
Hmm... He quickly wrote a line on paper.
[Advertising Space For Rent, 5 Yuan Per Day]
Holy crap.
Shen Nian was stunned by his own business acumen. With this kind of business mind, he would succeed at anything in the future.
Zhuanzhuan, come! Xianyu, come! Miaojie, come! Pinduoduo, come! Taobao, come! Tender-hearted catgirls, come!
All Ads Return to One!
The three morning classes were all very easy for Shen Nian.
Now, no matter what he did, as long as he didn't disrupt the class, the teachers wouldn't say anything.
He ranked eighth in the whole school. What could they say? Tell him he wasn't working hard enough?
Shen Nian spent all his time writing practice papers, writing and writing until he became tired of it.
During the lunch break, Shen Nian rushed to the cafeteria. Xia Yanchun hadn't gone to eat yet, but he was already full.
Xia Yanchun arrived late today. It was already past twelve forty when she finished eating, and she sat obediently at her desk.
"Ahem, do you have any water?" Shen Nian cleared his throat, pulled over the chair from the desk in front of Xia Yanchun, and sat down with a clatter, facing her with a grin.
He had eaten two duck feet in the morning and a big bowl of rice for lunch. He wasn't very thirsty before, but now his mouth felt parched.
Xia Yanchun only glanced up at him briefly, then pretended not to hear, lowering her head again to look at her book.
"Uh."
Shen Nian took out some change and placed it on Xia Yanchun's desk.
Only then did Xia Yanchun give a little huff and acknowledge him. "Isn't there water? Go drink it yourself."
"I don't have a cup."
"You drink so many beverages usually, and you don't even have an empty bottle?"
Shen Nian shook his head. "Threw them all away."
"......"
With a heavy sigh, Xia Yanchun put on an expression of helplessness and took out her small water bottle, which was still half full.
"Tears of joy, we really are the best of friends."
"Who's friends with you... Hey, don't drink from the mouth of the bottle!"
Shen Nian downed it in one go, a little water clinging to the corner of his mouth. Water in winter is always ice-cold no matter what, and it felt incredibly refreshing.
He wiped the corner of his mouth. "What's the big deal? I'll go wash it for you later."
"You definitely did that on purpose."
"Are you mad?"
"......"
Xia Yanchun scrunched up her fair, delicate face, stretched her feet out comfortably, and propped her cheeks with both hands. "I hate you, you pig-head."
Shen Nian was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled softly. "It seems we really are destined foes."
"What do you mean?"
"Our thoughts just don't align."
Xia Yanchun blinked her almond-shaped eyes, a bit confused. How could they go from 'destined foes' to 'thoughts' in an instant?
"What are you talking about? I don't understand. What thoughts?"
"You hate me, I like you. Indeed, destined foes are just that—even our thoughts are completely opposite."
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