Two math classes in the afternoon. It’s already cold in winter, but the classroom is warm. Everyone in Class Three is sleepy, but they dare not anger the math teacher. They can only fight to keep their eyes open, attending class in a state between heaven and hell. Jiang Nian wears a little hangover, so he’s not sleepy. Li Hua is extremely sleepy. He wants to kneel down and beg himself not to sleep, but then discovers that he can sleep even while kneeling. On the podium, the math teacher is still teaching with varied intonation. A small question is altered by him. From a single solution at the beginning, the process fills up two whiteboards. "Ah, when you see this..." Ma Guojun can’t stand it anymore, gets up, and stands at the back of the classroom to listen to the lesson. As he turns, he gives Li Hua a wink, "Don’t just keep fighting, come on! Together!" Li Hua props his eyes open with his hand and drips a few drops of Fengyou oil into his mouth. Zhang Ningzhi is also feeling sleepy and takes out an orange peel-scented sachet. Smelling it, she comes back to her senses. Slightly turning her head, she meets a curious gaze from someone. "Yes." Jiang Nian isn’t shy about it, reaches out, "Give me two hundred more bucks as well." Zhang Ningzhi: "....Why are you so annoying." "I’ve been since childhood." Jiang Nian said, just about to be cheeky again when suddenly he sensed a gaze from the podium. Immediately shut up, sit upright. Zeng You is resting his head on his hand, already asleep. Huang Fang is also so sleepy that her eyelids are fighting. She reaches into her desk drawer and skillfully pricks her finger with a needle. Face calm, squeezing out a drop of blood. This stuns Wu Jungu next to her, who’s a bit needle-phobic. Just thinking about the needle, his face turns pale instantly. With a bang, he collapses onto the desk. "Ah!!?" Zeng You jolts awake, stands up and babbles, "Take the second derivative of y." More than half of the class is shocked, looking towards the sixth group where the commotion happened. "Teacher, he fainted." The math teacher was startled, quickly instructing Li Hua. "Try pressing the philtrum." At the same time, a bit annoyed, is his class so hard to understand? If he doesn’t wake up, it might turn into a teaching accident. "Should we call 120?" Zhang Ningzhi looked worried. "Don’t know, let’s see." Jiang Nian got off his seat, replacing the flustered Li Hua, "Let your dad do it." Li Hua was sweating profusely, not in the mood to correct him. "Why isn’t it working?" "You’re a good kid, but you don’t press it right." Jiang Nian said, but his actions were swift, precisely pressing the philtrum. Both the location and the pressure are just right. "Ah?" Wu Jungu slowly wakes up, still somewhat dazed, "Auntie, did any guests come home?" Upon hearing, the classroom bursts into laughter. "What the hell, hahaha!!" "I’m that guest, does Auntie have anything good to eat at home?" Because the two math classes were too dry, almost everyone in the class seized every opportunity to stir up trouble. "What can I say, Wangwang QQ candy!" "Are there spacemen? Get me some of those big slap snacks I love." After pressing, Jiang Nian returns to his seat, Li Hua is useless trash. Wait for Dad to intervene, easily suppressing with a flip. Just as he sits, he’s pulled over. Zhang Ningzhi, looking excited, comes closer, youthful breath hot. "How did you learn this?" "Oh, this." Jiang Nian couldn’t say directly, so he randomly lied, "I often watch Health Journey." "Health Journey?" Zhang Ningzhi blinked. "No, where did you press him just now?" Li Hua scratched his head, "I pressed for ages, why no reaction." "Come on, let me press you and you’ll know." "Chi Shi!" Li Hua quickly dodged, pointing at him, "I’m not fainting, you might press me unconscious later." The dull afternoon classes concluded. Small self-study session. Huang Caicai put down his pen, took out a wallet from his pocket. The wallet is nice, given by Brother Yang. Because Brother Yang got a better one, this almost-new wallet wasn’t needed anymore. The wallet is great, but there’s almost no money. He feels that at seventeen or eighteen, he should have his own famine too, always watching Lin Dong making money now and then. "Bro, are you going home for New Year?" "Yeah, who doesn’t go home for New Year?" Yang Qiming, stretched out half of a head across Zhou Yuting in between, asked. "What’s up? You’re not going home?" "Bro, I want to make some money over the winter break." Huang Caicai whispered, "Got any leads?" "Can only do part-time jobs?" Yang Qiming wasn’t sure, "Also, you’ll have to convince your parents and fool the teachers." As New Year approaches, Lao Liu occasionally tells safety anecdotes. Like a student from a certain class, who got robbed in the park. Playing games and singing, when suddenly two huge men appeared. Grabbed the phone, saw the screen was shattered more than Spider-Man grandma’s reading glasses, instantly furious. Damn it, poor deadbeat! Gave that student a solid beating, the phone wasn’t lost. Returned to the dorm with a bruised face, insisting he had fallen. Similar scenes frequently appear with laughter in Class Three. "Sigh, let’s see." Huang Caicai sighed, "Let’s see if there are any part-time jobs that pay." Hearing this, Yang Qiming felt a bit uneasy. "Alright, I’ll help you find out." Jiang Nian saw the door was open but still knocked out of habit. Upon entering, he found all the top students there. Their positions formed a C-shape, surrounding Qi Xue in the middle. Of course, "Brother Pen" was there too. Cheng Zihao saw Jiang Nian coming and felt somewhat dissatisfied. That day, he sensed the math teacher’s double standards. "You’re here?" Qi Xue stopped teaching, "Just stand anywhere, did you bring pen and paper?" "I did," Jiang Nian replied. "Alright." Qi Xue nodded and then continued her lecture, "I’ve covered this type of problem many times." She lectured without realizing the shocked expressions on the top students’ faces. Qi the Great Demon King actually had such patience, stopping her lecture. Asking individually, advising individually. If the person were a genius with a perfect score, it would make sense. No matter how strict the teacher, they will always favor standout students in their subject. Thıs content belongs to 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 He’s someone with an average score of one hundred, why? Cheng Zihao was shocked, a familiar feeling surged through him again. He couldn’t help shivering, trembling all over. Too familiar, it’s exactly this feeling. Damn dog, a troublemaker from another class. How come he’s so familiar with the math teacher and gets special treatment? Jiang Nian didn’t know much about Qi Xue, so he didn’t think much of it. But precisely because of this, it made it easier for him to become stronger. After all, there were not many who dared to bother Qi Xue. And Jiang Nian happened to be the most meticulous among those brave ones. Likewise, he was the most courageous among the meticulous ones. High EQ: Excellent at managing relationships. Low EQ: Really knows how to suck up. People are human after all, Qi Xue, apart from being a bit serious, is also a person aside from being a teacher. Jiang Nian’s friendly nature, knowing the right limits. Qi Xue looking out for him was also reasonable. If they were in the same class, he would already be a class representative. Jiang Nian listened for a while and found that Qi Xue was actually quite patient. Though strict by nature, if a student didn’t understand, she wouldn’t mock, but instead quickly repeated the explanation. When she explained the second time, students who didn’t understand would listen with full concentration, learning with gratitude, becoming devoted followers. The best teachers naturally have students to support them. After finishing, Qi Xue felt a bit thirsty. She instinctively reached for her cup, and upon lifting it, found it a bit light. "Teacher, let me help." A voice sounded, capturing the attention of all the top students present. Qi Xue was momentarily stunned, the thought hadn’t registered yet. Her muscle memory over days had her hand already reaching out. However, when she saw the cup in Jiang Nian’s hand, she was momentarily dazed and then quickly changed her words. Cheng Zihao, holding his workbook, almost blushed. How can you be so presumptuous!! How can you be so selfish!! Jiang Nian had no idea that this action hurt "Brother Pen". Even if he knew, he wouldn’t care. Although he didn’t know what was being expected of him, this was reality. Refilling the cup with tea, Jiang Nian straightforwardly stood beside Qi Xue. Qi Xue didn’t chase him away, but rather asked him a few questions now and then. The top students looked at each other, confused like Louis XVI. Once the lecture ended. "Hey, Jiang Nian, you stay behind for a moment." Qi Xue called out to him, "The rest of you, you can go and eat." Cheng Zihao almost gritted his teeth to pieces, not leaving even after exiting. He heard a few vague conversations from the office, with Qi Xue asking Jiang Nian if he fully understood. Jiang Nian: "I understood parts of it, but couldn’t solve it." Qi Xue sighed, "Studying can’t be rushed. We all stumble at first when the foundation is weak." "Teacher, I know." Jiang Nian responded, "As long as I keep studying, over time, naturally, I’ll give up." Outside, Cheng Zihao silently clenched his fists. He thought that comment would most likely get him scolded. You think you’re funny? Like telling jokes, do you? Then go ahead, I won’t be telling them. Yet, Qi Xue’s voice came from the office. "You’re quite optimistic." "But it’s good to tell a joke or two. When I teach, students get tense and don’t dare say such things." Outside, Cheng Zihao almost fainted from what he heard. He couldn’t bear listening further, walking away in a daze. He internally lamented that, perhaps, outsider capabilities are better appreciated here? Qi Xue pulled up all his grade reports, including improvements in each subject and total scores, and couldn’t help but remark. "Although your basics aren’t solid, your resilience is quite strong, continuously making steady progress." "Biology and chemistry have both improved from a level of sixty-something to ninety, now it’s math’s turn?" "Yeah." Jiang Nian thought for a moment, "Teacher, can I come to the office often to ask you questions in the future?" "Of course." Qi Xue nodded and thought for a moment, "If I’m not in the office, you can go to..." "Never mind, just add me on WeChat."