But a trace of pride would occasionally flash in his eyes. Aiden quickly glanced through
the questions on the paper. The first thing he noticed was a question on a trigonometric
function that Aiden had never seen before in his life.
Still worse, the question was close to ten lines in length, confusing him completely.
System, how much experience does it take to solve this question? According to the
host's current math ability level, at least eleven more experience points are needed to
solve this problem on trigonometric functions. Eleven experience points? Fortunately,
that did not look like much to his eyes.
Aiden immediately flipped through the math textbook in front of him, hoping to gain
some insight from doing so. However, in the eyes of the other students in the class, this
was just for show. Like I said, Aiden is definitely only good at French.
He's no good at all at any other subjects. Trash will always be trash. His efforts will be
useless no matter how hard he tries.
I heard that Alan knows a lot of senior year students, so the questions shouldn't be too
hard for him to solve with their help. After a long while, Aiden put down his textbook
dejectedly. It seemed that the math textbook from this semester had already served its
purpose for him.
As he had expected, there was no point in reading it over again. He would gain nothing
more from doing so. Aiden could not help but glance at Alan, who was sitting a few seats
in front of him.
However, he noticed that Alan seemed to be unfazed by the sheet of math questions, as
if he somehow had a plan in mind. How strange. In the previous year's exams, Alan's
score had not been much higher than his.
So, why was he so confident that he could solve this problem about something he hadn't
yet learned? Seeing Aiden furrowed his brow, Viola could not help but whisper some
words of encouragement. Don't worry, Aiden. I believe you can do it! Hearing Viola's
voice, Aiden responded to her warmth.
He turned and asked, Viola, could you help me borrow some math textbooks from the
senior year or freshman year? Math textbooks from senior year or freshman year? Viola
was startled and frowned. Hmm, the freshman year math textbook would be difficult, but
I'll try to see whether I can get my hands on the senior year one. It just so happens that
Blake Gray, the son of one of my mom's colleagues, is in his senior year.
Nice! Aiden had just asked out of curiosity, without expecting Viola to actually be able to
get one. However, Viola asked doubtfully, But Aiden, what do you need the senior year's
math textbook for? Do you think it will happen to have the answers to those math
questions? And even if it did, would you be able to finish reading the textbook and solve the problems all in a single day without the help of a teacher? Aiden gave a mysterious
smile. Don't worry, I have my ways.
That afternoon, after school had ended, the entrance to the senior year classrooms
opened. Immediately, Alan rushed over and blocked the back doorway. Just as a small
figure was about to leave quietly with the crowd, Alan quickly stepped forward and
grabbed him by his shirt.
Stop! There's no need to run. I don't bite. Scared away by Alan's ferocity, the whole
corridor suddenly emptied.
The boy whose clothes had been grabbed by Alan wore a pair of thick glasses and was
now trembling in fear. You could tell at a glance that he was a hard worker. He lowered
his head in fear.
Alan, what do you want me to do? Alan shoved the sheet of paper from Mr. Harvey into
the weak boy's hands and said fiercely, Blake Gray, you're a swoat, aren't you? I have a
job for you. Solve this problem for me before tomorrow or I'll cripple your legs. Do you
hear me? From Blake's perspective, how could he, a simple, hard-working student, dare
to answer back or question Alan, the one bullying and threatening him? Seeing Blake
accept his instructions without hesitation, Alan nodded his head in satisfaction.
Blake, well known as a mathematical genius at Otis High, had represented the school in
the regional math competition last year, so Alan was not worried about his abilities in the
subject. Aidan, let's see how you compete with me. Just as Alan was about to leave, he
saw a beautiful figure walking towards him from a distance.
Viola, what is she doing here? Alan frowned as his heart beat faster. Could it be that
Viola had also come to ask Blake for help? All for Aidan? Viola, you slut! His face sank in
rage, but lit up again after coming up with a deadly scheme. If Blake were to give the
wrong answer to Aidan... Thinking of this, he snarled at Blake.
Don't tell her that I've come personally to ask you for help. Do you hear me? Blake's face
turned pale as he nodded his head obediently. Alan immediately turned and hid in the
shadows of the classroom, leaving Blake alone in the corridor.
The senior year classroom was located on the second floor of the school building, and
they soon heard Viola's footsteps coming upstairs. She had just come out of the stairwell
when she noticed Blake acting strangely in the corridor, so she could not help but be
stunned for a moment. However, she did not give it much thought, but simply smiled
and said, Blake, there's something I need your help with.
Due to their parents' relationship, the two had known each other since childhood, so
Viola did not bother with small talk and asked directly, Can you lend me your math
textbook for a few days? Not only did Blake feel shocked, but so did Alan, who was eavesdropping on their conversation in the classroom. This was not what he had
imagined. Could it be that Aidan was actually so honest that he wanted to study the
senior year's mathematics textbook at night to solve that problem? Was he not being far
too honest? A cold, menacing glint flashed across Alan's eyes as he thought, Even so, I
won't allow him to get his way.
Blake thought little of it and happily agreed. Wait here for a moment. I'll go in and get
the textbook for you.
He turned and went back into the classroom, rummaging for the math textbook under
his table. Viola, who was standing outside the corridor, thought that she had helped
Aidan a great deal. She started humming happily, looking out of the window over the
fields outside.
However, she failed to notice a shadow secretly moving behind Blake in the classroom.
Alan slapped Blake on his shoulder, scaring him so much that he began trembling in fear.
He quickly snatched the math textbook from Blake's hands and asked with a dark
expression, Which pages deal with the question that I talked to you about? Pages 30 and
42.
Alan flipped to the two pages and ripped them out of the textbook. Blake opened his
mouth but did not dare say anything. Alan sneered and threw the incomplete book back
at Blake.
You can give it to her now. Remember, don't slip up. Blake nodded repeatedly in fear.
Alan glanced at Viola's back as he walked out of the classroom. With a sinister smile, he
disappeared through the back door of the classroom. When Aidan received the math
textbook from Viola, he was so elated that he could not help but blurt out, Viola, can I
treat you to some chicken noodle soup at my house to say thank you? Is that alright with
you? Aidan swore to heaven that he just wanted to thank Viola and that his motives were
entirely innocent.
Viola seemed to have misunderstood. She reddened and blurted out, House? Your
house? No, no, our relationship is going too fast. Aidan, I'll go home.
Swallowing her words, Viola lowered her head, hugged her school bag tightly, and fled in
panic like a gust of wind, Leaving Aidan behind, a confused expression on his face. Was
eating a bowl of chicken noodle soup that scary?