In the bathroom, Song Xiyun was frightened. What’s going on outside? But she had no choice but to play deaf and dumb, continuing to shower with the sound of water, and quickly the noise outside subsided. On the sofa, Jiang Nian snatched the phone. Leaving Xu Qianqian aside, he unlocked it to glance at the scores. Almost simultaneously, he experienced a metaphorical blackout, Official source ıs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 as a pillow whizzed towards him, knocking him down with a thud. "That’s what you get for snatching!" "Wait a minute, do you have to hit so hard?" Jiang Nian lay down directly where he had fallen. He was reminded again of the fear ruled by an LV bag hitting his face. This woman never holds back. But that wasn’t him in the past, anyway, he still doesn’t know what happened. That timeline was around twenty-eight years old. Probably after breaking up with Zhizhi and before preparing to get engaged to his ex-wife. Oh man, the relationships are seriously messed up. "Who told you to put your hands all over?" Xu Qianqian, wearing socks, stood on the living room carpet, looking down at him. "Are you done? Give me back my phone." "Are you that sensitive?" Jiang Nian asked her, and seeing she was about to hit him again, he instantly guarded himself with his hands. "Hey, hey, I was just joking." Using the momentum, he glanced at the phone, and this time he really had a blackout. Three-digit score, like it came from the heavens. "What the heck, how come you started with a 7?" "Humph humph," Xu Qianqian stepped on his arm and gently kicked twice, "Little punk, behaving now?" Some chatty girl comments, probably watched too many TikTok videos. But, slurping noises. "Is that a score a human can achieve?" Jiang Nian suddenly sat up in shock from his dying condition, "Full marks in English?" "Impressive, right?" Xu Qianqian said proudly. "Just okay, you only beat me by one point." Jiang Nian took a chilly breath, "How come math also.... oh, 143." "Just okay, you scared me." After Jiang Nian finished looking at Xu Qianqian’s full score, he realized the difference between a partnership team and a regular team wasn’t on the surface. A deep sense of loss swept over him. Finally knowing what it means to be naturally talented, even exhausting a lifetime of effort... still powerless to defeat. Song Xiyun was still in the shower, what a super persistent shower king. "And you, what’s your total score?" Xu Qianqian stepped on him twice, "Made progress or regressed?" "Why?" Jiang Nian didn’t answer directly, instead asked, "If I regressed, is there a punishment?" "No, nobody cares about you." Xu Qianqian took the phone, returned to the sofa, "Isn’t studying your own thing?" "I was just bored, asking casually. If your score is too low, it’s embarrassing for me as the older brother." "652," Jiang Nian said. "What?" Xu Qianqian turned her head and was stunned for a moment, "You just said... what did you score?" After confirming repeatedly, she couldn’t help but purse her lips. "Is ’okay’ good or not?" Jiang Nian didn’t care too much, "When I get serious, I can surpass anyone." "Start surpassing you first." "You freak! Don’t think I don’t know what you’re saying!" Xu Qianqian slightly poked him with her foot. Jiang Nian was exposed but didn’t feel particularly embarrassed. "Oh, where is Song Xiyun?" At that moment, Xiao Song was still on the way out of the shower. She had already dressed but hesitated to open the door. Entangled in fate, burdened by millions. "I don’t know, still in the shower I guess." Xu Qianqian’s voice came, "Hey, you..... where are you going?" The bathroom door was knocked, scaring Song Xiyun behind it. She almost shouted out, but luckily she covered her mouth tightly. Just can say, stealing felt heavy. "Wha..... what’s wrong?" "Nothing, just checking on you." Jiang Nian asked across the door, "Results are out, what’s your score?" It’s normal for friends to care for each other, right? "Oh oh." Song Xiyun spoke a number through the door, "661, the..... total score." Six hundred sixty-six, seems like next time have to surpass Xiao Song first. With a bang, the door closed. Song Xiyun walked into the living room holding her clothes, glanced at the closed door, and then at Xu Qianqian. Actually, she had already heard, but just wanted to clear her suspicion. "652, if that guy were mute." Xu Qianqian said, "With this score and looks, he would’ve had someone by now." "Then how do you know he doesn’t have someone now?" Song Xiyun couldn’t help asking. Jiang Nian was still up early, washed up, stuffed the test paper in his bag, and went out, solving problems all day long. Honestly speaking, he’s almost becoming a mathematician. But, bearing the name Motivational Star, he couldn’t lose. "Morning." Zhou Haifei turned his head, looking at him seriously, "Hey, can you help me check a score?" At these words, Jiang Nian paused for a moment. Checking scores was something he did casually, but what surprised him was that Zhou Haifei, who never asked for help, actually opened up to him. "Oh, you haven’t registered, right?" Jiang Nian suddenly realized, thinking no wonder she didn’t ask someone else, instead asked him. "Is..... it troublesome?" "Not troublesome." Jiang Nian didn’t lift his head, "Send the verification code... once bound, score oh my." "What’s wrong?" Zhou Haifei looked nervous. "Six hundred forty-something, a bit high." Jiang Nian handed the phone to her, casually stood there chatting for a while. Early morning, thick mist. Zhou Haifei sat on a cold stone stool, with half of her butt hanging in the air, copied the scores one by one with a pen. When she finished writing, she unexpectedly raised her head to ask. "Ten points higher than you." Jiang Nian explained briefly, took back the phone, and then leisurely turned and left. "Bye..." Zhou Haifei stared at the numbers on the paper and daydreamed, adding another column, "Opponent 652."