Quick Wear: Another day of being criticized for falling in love at first sight

Chapter 882: The Passerby in the Campus Story Rejects Puppy Love 5

As soon as the bell rang for the end of morning self-study, the math teacher walked into the classroom with a stack of test papers. The sound of chalk scratching on the blackboard was sharp and piercing. Miaomiao stared at the complicated function questions and felt her eyelids heavy.

Help! She is a top student in body but a poor student in mind. She needs to integrate them together.

Taking a deep breath, Miaomiao opened the exercise book and looked at the exercises on it, with the tip of her pen hanging in the air for a long time without falling.

It would have been fine if Miaomiao had some buffer time after coming here, but now she has to go straight to class. She can accept the original owner's memory, but the ideas for solving the questions need to be slowly integrated together. Now when she sees these questions, she is shocked.

Miaomiao bit the cap of the red pen and unconsciously rubbed the smooth pen body with her fingertips.

The sunlight came through the window and fell on the back of her hand, feeling warm, but the back of her neck felt a little cold and trembled from time to time.

"Don't think about it, don't think about it, the important thing is to do the questions."

She muttered quietly, forcing herself to focus back on her exercise book.

So, the entire morning that followed was simply a necessary stage for Miaomiao to transition from a poor student to a good student.

In math class, as soon as the teacher asked a question, she reflexively lowered her head, and the loose hair on her forehead hung down, covering most of her face.

Clearly, in the original owner's memory, she could do it, but she was just too timid.

It was not until the teacher called the name of the student in the front row that she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and even a thin layer of sweat broke out on her back.

But in the physics class, when the force analysis diagram came out, Miaomiao was overwhelmed. Watching the girl sitting at the same table drawing quickly on the draft paper with a ruler, she barely figured out the original owner's way of dealing with it, but she looked unfamiliar with the questions.

Miaomiao was immersed in studying the whole morning and was quickly adjusting her state.

By noon, he had already gained some control over the memory of the knowledge in his body. He just needed to study hard in the future, and perhaps he could stay in the top 50 in the grade like the original owner.

Perhaps it was the busy morning that made the matter of picking up the pen early in the morning seem even more insignificant. Can the son of luck have exercises?

It was just part of her mission. If she failed to get into Kyoto University, 4000 points would be deducted.

Compared to Miaomiao's increasingly calm performance as she learns more, Xie Yanzhou is the one who starts to lose his composure.

Miaomiao's appearance was like a stone thrown into his gray world, causing ripples.

He remembered that she was his classmate, but before, it was just a vague and incomplete image, just like no one would care about a blade of grass in a painting. What's more, he didn't even care about the painting. He just wanted to know that there was such a thing in the painting.

But now, this little grass is no longer an ordinary thing. It is like a pearl or jade, becoming the most eye-catching existence in the whole painting...

So, for the whole morning, Xie Yanzhou, who had always been focused, was distracted for a rare time. His eyes would unconsciously look at the back of the girl's neck. Just one look and his mind was filled with the desire to taste the white and greasy glutinous rice cake.

But to be honest, perhaps it was not just the white neck that was exposed when she lowered her head, but also the slightly bulging cheeks when she bit the pen cap, and her fingers that were lightly twisted together because of nervousness. He wanted to taste what it felt like.

Especially when she stood up to answer questions, her skin was dazzlingly white under the sunlight. Among the classmates who still had a little dark skin after military training, she was like a quietly blooming white jasmine, clean and conspicuous.

Xie Yanzhou's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the fingers holding the test tube tightened slightly.

For the first time, he felt that his grandmother's decision to let him stay in high school to "experience life" might not be so bad. Instead, it was during this period that he began to feel the eagerness for fun.

After a busy morning, when the lunch bell rang, Miaomiao almost collapsed in her chair.

She rubbed her sore eyes and watched her classmates go to the cafeteria in groups of three or four, while a half-finished math test paper was still lying on her desk.

"One more question and then we'll go eat."

Miaomiao encouraged herself, picked up the red pen again, and started calculating on the draft paper.

Xie Yanzhou didn't leave either. He usually had someone deliver his meals, so he didn't need to squeeze into the cafeteria.

In the past, he might as well have read more books or done more interesting exercises with this time, but now, his eyes fell on Miaomiao's hand holding a red pen in front of him, and he suddenly remembered the countless mornings in his first year of high school.

At that time, Jiang Miaomiao seemed to be sitting not far from him, also busy doing questions every day. But they were obviously people he had known for a long time, so he just thought it was normal at the time.

At that time, all he saw were the various theorems in the textbooks, the solutions to the competition questions, and some subsequent advanced knowledge. Apart from these, everything else was boring.

When I occasionally look up, I just regard the backs in front of me as a breathing background board. Her function is no different from the water dispenser in the back row of the classroom and the green ivy in the corner of the wall.

In his opinion, the original owner's efforts were not even as attractive as a complex differential equation.

When the head teacher praised "Jiang Miaomiao's diligence in making up for her shortcomings" in the class meeting, he was solving physics competition problems. Those words of praise were like the chirping of cicadas outside the window, noisy but insignificant.

In his seventeen years of life, the three words "Jiang Miaomiao" were nothing more than a vague name in the ranking list on the report card, and a string of meaningless syllables from the mouths of classmates who collected homework.

Her existence is like a constant term in a math problem, always there, but never included in his calculations.

Bland...

This is Xie Yanzhou's most accurate definition of the original owner or all of his classmates.

But now it’s different...

Although he didn't know the reason, Xie Yanzhou felt that the girl in front of him was charming no matter what she did.

Even more fascinating than the formulas he was writing, whether it was her biting the pen cap in a daze, or her soft "oh" when she made a mistake in a calculation, or even her eyelashes trembling after occasionally opening her eyes wide, or her fingertips poking tiny dots of ink on the draft paper with a red pen...

Obviously, these were trivial and meaningless details, but now they were like magnified pixels, clearly imprinted on his retina.

Xie Yanzhou suddenly realized that it was not Jiang Miaomiao who had changed, but that there was suddenly a filter in his world that could see colors.

The existence that he had previously ignored had now become the only focus of his life.

Xie Yanzhou believed in his own judgment. This was the thought he had since the first time he saw her. He wanted to get her, or he wanted to stay by her side forever.

He watched her finally solve the problem, and the faint smile on the corner of her mouth melted silently like a piece of candy thrown into the lake of his heart.

"How can you be so cute? I want to kiss you."

Xie Yanzhou thought to himself.