Zhi Ying had planned to take the science route from the beginning. So for the liberal arts subjects, she simply flipped through the problems. She did not plan to do extra practice problems. Listening to the teacher's lectures and the problems given from school was enough.
However, the content of the subjects mathematics, physics, and chemistry would be tested extensively in the next three years. Zhi Ying wanted to be familiar with the topics, so she contacted the store owner and bought a bunch of exercise sets.
However, the difficulty of the test papers from M province was not high enough, and average bookstores did not sell exercise sets from other provinces. Zhi Ying could only ask Jiang Wei, who she thought was a little bit more familiar, to help her.
In her opinion, her classmate Jiang Wei was friendly and had helped her several times. This time was no exception.
Sure enough, the next day, Jiang Wei came to Class Two to look for her.
At that time, Zhi Ying was immersed in solving math problems. She was isolated and shielded from the outside world, not noticing anything at all.
Han Jiaojiao turned back to chat with Zhao Qian but found Jiang Wei walking in through the back door. She desperately patted Li Ge next to her and motioned for him to look behind them.
"What's wrong?" Li Ge's mouth was still holding a piece of potato chip, biting into the crispy chip, producing a crunch sound.
Jiang Wei ignored the curious eyes of Class Two and went straight to Zhi Ying. He put the book on her desk and said, "Your book."
The problem she was focused on got covered by the book, so Zhi Ying had to look up. She stared blankly at her visitor and then finally said, "Oh, thank you, Jiang Wei."
Jiang Wei nodded, turned, and walked out of Class Two.
Zhi Ying stared at the pile of books and suddenly called out, "Classmate Jiang Wei, wait a minute."
Jiang Wei turned his head. His heart was calm, and he looked straight at Zhi Ying.
"Can you give me your phone number? It will be more convenient to contact you to get books in the future." Zhi Ying didn't know the meaning of taking advantage of the fire.
"..." Jiang Wei looked at Zhi Ying, who had already taken out her phone, and said, "The school stipulates that no phones are allowed."
"It's fine, just bring it quietly," Zhi Ying said, seriously. In order to get the information in the pictures her neighbor sent faster, she went past her limits again and again.
Perhaps Jiang Wei felt that Zhi Ying was too natural, prompting him to share his phone number unconsciously.
"I remembered it." Zhi Ying lowered her head and fiddled with her phone for a while. Then she said, "I'll send a text message later. You can save my number then."
As soon as Jiang Wei exited the classroom, Han Jiaojiao and her other two friends held on to the topic and questioned Zhi Ying.
Han Jiaojiao said excitedly, "You said that you didn't know each other before, but he even has your book!"
Zhi Ying sat down and flipped through the books that Jiang Wei had brought over and said, "Didn't you say before that Jiang Wei lives on Fengyang Road? I just asked him to help me buy books at the bookstore."
Li Ge responded quickly and said, "Oh. Last time you asked him to buy books for you?"
Zhi Ying nodded and opened her scratch paper again.
After the second-period morning class, Jiang Wei received an unfamiliar text message. A simple sentence was written: [Classmate Jiang Wei, hello. I am Zhi Ying.]
After staring at the text message for a few seconds, Jiang Wei put a remark under her phone number: Debt Collector
This was the first correspondent Jiang Wei saved since coming to Quan City. There was a feeling of buying and selling by force, though.
If Zhi Ying had gone to speak to Jiang Wei, it could still be regarded as a single arrow. But now Jiang Wei had also gone to Zhi Ying. There was a different meaning.
Anyone who knew Jiang Wei knew that he didn't like interacting with people very much, especially girls. He never took the initiative to speak.
But now, Jiang Wei not only talked to Zhi Ying but also went to Class Two to find her.
For the girls who had just sprouted love for Jiang Wei, this was a serious blow.
However, for the next half a month, the two of them did not have any contact with each other, which made everyone at No. 1 High School feel relieved. Gradually, some people felt that they were only discussing academic-related topics. After all, Zhi Ying had good grades and since Jiang Wei was in Class One, his grades couldn't be poor.
As for why Zhi Ying was quiet for so long? It was because her books had arrived—a huge box of mathematical theory books.
Zhi Ying, who was addicted to the world of mathematics, had no time to continue practicing her skills in other subjects.
She would finish her homework in class every day. When school was over, she didn't even think about eating, and started to flip through the pages of the mathematical theory books.
Multiple teachers have emphasized that students should not do other assignments unrelated to the lesson in class. This statement applied to most students, but it didn't apply to someone like Zhi Ying, who had already learned the knowledge thoroughly.
Therefore, Zhi Ying often listened to the teacher's lectures while finishing the homework assigned by the teacher. It saved a lot of time after class to do her math problems.
"Students, I found that some of my students' handwriting is really ugly! It's so ugly that I fainted when I saw that test paper. I don't ask you to write beautifully, but at least you have to be neat and tidy. A horizontal line is horizontal, and a vertical line is vertical." The language arts teacher held the Class Two exam papers that had not been completely graded yet and said, "Like Zhi Ying, her handwriting is crooked, but it is neat and clean. You should pay more attention to it! In our Class Two, grades for other subjects are about the same, but it is different for language arts. Some people have grades that have lagged a considerable distance from their other subjects."
Zhi Ying, who was silently writing her homework, quietly put down her pencil and started scratching the corner of the desk with a guilty conscience.
Sure enough, after class, the language arts teacher waved to Zhi Ying, who sat in the last row, motioning for her to come out and go to his office.
"I took a look at your composition. It's not off-topic. It introduced the topic in the first paragraph," the language arts teacher flipped through the test paper, took one out, and said, "However, you have to learn to think from the perspective of a normal person. Sometimes, writing an essay needs a bit of romance, and it shouldn't be too rigid. Take Han Jiaojiao's essay back and look at it for reference."