Zhou Yi said with an indifferent expression, "No need for you to worry about that. Focus on yourself."
The class bell rang.
Xu Cong walked into the classroom carrying a math textbook, a laptop, test papers, and a thermos. He first glanced at the students below before instructing the class monitor to take attendance.
Class 3's performance in advanced math was indeed poor, which had something to do with Xu Cong's laid-back attitude—but not entirely.
He taught all three classes the same way. If there were issues, it wasn't his fault.
Generally, art students spent most of their time on their specialized subjects, leaving little room for math. Naturally, they were at a disadvantage in this area.
It wasn’t that they weren’t capable—they just didn’t have enough time to study.
Among the three classes in Visual Communication, Class 3 had the highest number of art students and, relatively speaking, the lowest average math scores. However, they outperformed the other two classes in their specialized subjects.
Competing for the math modeling competition slots against the other two classes wouldn’t be easy.
Each major in the art department only had one spot, and in Xu Cong’s opinion, Class 3’s chances were slim.
The original host of Zhou Yi’s body had been a somewhat diligent student, but he spent too much time working part-time jobs and dating.
Aside from studying his own major, he also had to help Xia Qiuzhi and Chu Ning with their assignments from different majors, forcing him to learn their course materials privately. It went without saying that he had almost no time left for his own studies.
As a result, failing exams was a regular occurrence for him, and he ranked at the bottom of the class.
Zhou Yi knew what Su Ning cared about—grades.
To capture the school belle’s attention, he first had to make her see him in a new light.
A man’s good looks alone didn’t make him a perfect idol. He had to be outstanding to truly earn that title.
Zhang Wu simply thought Zhou Yi was putting on an act. He snorted coldly and didn’t say another word.
"Last semester’s final exam results weren’t ideal—our major ranked at the bottom of the school. I’m an old man nearing retirement. Don’t make me lose face in my final year teaching you all."
Xu Cong’s words were harsh, but his expression showed no real reproach.
He wasn’t the type of teacher who pushed students relentlessly. For those willing to learn, he taught earnestly. For those who weren’t, he didn’t waste time trying to persuade them.
Everyone had their own path in life. No matter how much he lectured, those who didn’t want to study still wouldn’t.
Advanced math and English exams were standardized across the school, making the differences in performance obvious.
"Alright, class, we’ll start with a small quiz. It’s related to the selection for the math modeling competition, so take it seriously."
"Any volunteers to solve the problems on the blackboard? I’ll grade them on the spot and use them for explanations later, so we can see where the issues lie."
In other words, those who wanted to participate should step up. He didn’t want to check and grade each student’s work individually.
Several top-performing students raised their hands—Su Ning among them.
Xu Cong pointed at five students to write their answers on the board, then walked down with his thermos in hand.
He circled halfway around the classroom.
When he reached Zhou Yi’s desk, he noticed the test paper was completely blank—Zhou Yi hadn’t even picked up his pen.
"You haven’t answered a single question. Do you not want to study anymore?"
"Teacher, these problems are too easy. I don’t feel like doing them."
Zhou Yi’s response drew laughter from the entire class.
Sure, Zhou Yi had become more handsome, but academic performance and intelligence didn’t skyrocket overnight.
Given his previous ranking at the bottom of the class, how could he possibly say something like that?
Xu Cong wasn’t angry, but he pointed at the blackboard. "Then go up there and solve them now."
It was a subtle challenge—a way to make Zhou Yi an example of what not to do.
Zhou Yi took his test paper and walked to the blackboard. His maxed-out intelligence allowed him to glance at the problems and immediately derive the answers.
As he stepped onto the platform, he found himself standing right next to Su Ning.
The girl finished writing her answers and gave him an impassive glance.
Zhou Yi didn’t even look at her, focusing entirely on solving the problems.
His intense concentration only earned him more ridicule from the others.
Xu Cong had expected to review Zhou Yi’s answers only after finishing the lecture. To his surprise, Zhou Yi completed everything in less than ten minutes.
"If you’ve scribbled nonsense, I’ll make you do three extra test papers as punishment."
"Teacher, I didn’t scribble nonsense. These are carefully calculated answers."
Zhou Yi smiled calmly, exuding confidence.
Su Ning rolled her eyes. Solving an entire math test in ten minutes? Who did he think he was, bragging like that?
Everyone waited for Zhou Yi to be proven wrong.
Xu Cong glanced at his answers, then leaned in closer with a puzzled expression.
He set down his thermos and began comparing Zhou Yi’s answers to the correct ones.
Zhou Yi stood steadily beside Su Ning. In terms of looks alone, the two of them were a sight to behold—they could’ve been cast in an idol drama together.
The other four students on the platform had already noticed something odd—Zhou Yi’s answers didn’t seem randomly written.
About ninety percent matched theirs, with only two multiple-choice questions and the final problem differing.
Honestly, the test wasn’t easy. They refused to believe Zhou Yi had solved it himself.
"Did he just copy ours?"
"Definitely. Only a couple of answers are different."
"Does he think changing a few will stop us from laughing at him?"
"What’s the difference between this and cheating? He just copied someone else’s work."
Apart from Su Ning, who stayed silent, the other two boys and two girls looked at Zhou Yi with disdain.
Top students might not look down on struggling peers, but they harbored a natural disgust for cheaters.
In their eyes, Zhou Yi was a slacker who didn’t work hard, copied answers, and boasted shamelessly.
How could they possibly treat him kindly?
Xu Cong clicked his tongue and suddenly chuckled. "Let me check your answers."
He picked up a red chalk piece and began marking right and wrong.
The first student: two multiple-choice questions and one major problem wrong.
The second: one multiple-choice and one major problem wrong.
The third: one multiple-choice and two major problems wrong.
The fourth: one multiple-choice and one major problem wrong.
Then came Zhou Yi, the fifth.
"Now, let’s see Zhou Yi’s..."
"—Perfect score."
The moment Xu Cong said those words, the class erupted.
"No way! Even Su Ning got two wrong. How could he get everything right?"
"His math scores used to be at the bottom of the class!"
"Is Old Xu messing with us?"
"Did he steal the answers from somewhere?"
"Blind luck?"
"Impossible. The last problem wasn’t multiple-choice. Even if he guessed, there’s no way he’d get the decimal points exactly right."
...
The students below weren’t the only ones shocked—the expressions on the faces of those on the platform were utterly disbelieving.
Su Ning stared at Zhou Yi in astonishment. "Did you get the answers in advance and have someone else solve them for you?"
Most people assumed Zhou Yi had somehow obtained the answers beforehand.
Xu Cong didn’t say anything like that. Instead, he asked Zhou Yi to write out the solution to the last problem on the board.
Zhou Yi first responded to Su Ning’s remark: “I figured it out myself. If you don’t understand, you can ask me after class.”
Su Ning let out a cold laugh and retorted without mercy: “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You think this will make me notice you more? Dream on.”
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
