After Du Xinxin and the others reached an outrageously absurd consensus, Su Wanli the one who arranged everything was still silently biting her pen cap, anxiously watching Meng Wange step down from the podium step by step.
… Can I really trust these little rascals’ ability to understand?
Did they consciously realize they actually wanted them to go easier?
Although she herself had vaguely said something like “let Meng Wange know how fierce I am,” that was just a necessary act of playing the villain. Right after that, she had them convey to Meng Wange the threat, “I won’t let her off easily.”
Everything was so obvious now these three must already know that they didn’t actually want Meng Wange dead, nor did they intend to cause her any serious harm… right?
No, she still had to say a few more words!
According to the system, as the female lead, Meng Wange definitely wouldn’t be defeated by these few little troublemakers. But what if Meng Wange herself had some flaws she wasn’t even aware of, and these people accidentally caught on?
Noticing Su Wanli’s worried gaze glued tightly to her, Meng Wange slightly tilted her head, then straightened her school uniform jacket, and sat down on the seat beside Su Wanli, smiling gently and looking into her eyes.
… Heh heh, still in the mood to sit here and smile? I advise you to be extra careful when those three bully you later don’t go capsizing the boat in the gutter.
Seeing Su Wanli’s gaze still fixed on her, Meng Wange thought for a moment, then wrote a few words in her notebook before holding it up toward Su Wanli.
Miss Su, did you understand the problems I just explained on the blackboard?
“Ha!”
Although Su Wanli’s eyes had indeed been fixed on Meng Wange just now, her mind was completely elsewhere, with nothing to do with the problems.
She silently rolled her eyes at Meng Wange as her answer to the question.
Immediately understanding Su Wanli’s meaning, Meng Wange quickly added a sentence on the paper.
This example question is quite similar to a big one from last year’s Opening Exam. You might want to leave a slight impression of it and try to understand it.
Opening Exam? What Opening Exam?
Ding.
So caught up worrying about how those three would bully Meng Wange later that she had completely forgotten about the major task called the Opening Exam!!
Su Wanli quietly patted her forehead, then let her tired body slump heavily onto the desk.
Sigh, every single day going to high school, having to take exams, and needing to get good grades…
What am I going to do? Yesterday, Meng Wange and I spent an entire morning together and still only managed to remember less than thirty or forty questions, and I’ve pretty much forgotten everything now…
… Hm, it seems I haven’t forgotten completely; there are still some impressions left?
Based on the analysis Meng Wange had written, even I can smoothly write down a few lines.
I used to think copying notes endlessly was pointless, but it actually works?
Looking at Su Wanli’s expression of “I can’t study anymore,” Meng Wange slowly bent down, took a notebook out of her bag, and handed it to Su Wanli, along with a fresh note.
Miss Su, this is a newly organized notebook I made yesterday. Judging from your situation yesterday, this version might suit your study style better.
A new notebook?
Su Wanli took it and flipped through it casually. The content was indeed much more concise, and the overall thickness was considerably thinner, making it feel less overwhelming.
As expected of Meng Wange, relying on just yesterday morning’s experience, she managed to write this out in one evening…
… One whole evening?
If she remembered correctly, she and Meng Wange had gone to the amusement park yesterday.
They didn’t get home until around 9:30 pm, finished dinner and got to their rooms close to 10:30 pm. Where did Meng Wange find the time to organize a new notebook?
But the evidence was right there in front of her eyes…
How is that possible? Not to mention organizing, even writing this whole notebook would take quite a bit of time, right? Did Meng Wange pull an all-nighter last night?
Yet she still showed up punctually at the banquet hall downstairs at seven this morning, waiting for Su Wanli to have breakfast together?
… Could it be that Meng Wange spends time touching up her makeup every morning to cover her dark circles?
Su Wanli suspiciously looked up and glanced at Meng Wange’s eye bags.
So amazing there really wasn’t a trace at all. Is her efficiency just unbelievably fast? Or are female leads born flawless, never developing dark circles or anything?
With this thought, Su Wanli carefully stared below Meng Wange’s eyes.
… Hiss, this texture, this quality…
The more she looked at Meng Wange’s face, the harder it became for Su Wanli to look away.
Heavens… just how is her face made?
Whether it was a gentle smile, biting her lip, or a calm expression, Meng Wange’s face was like a masterpiece sculpted by an artist every curve so exquisite and perfect.
Even her face from different angles was flawless, including her light-colored irises and long eyelashes, each blink seeming to strike right at Su Wanli’s heart, and those subtly arched eyebrows were captivating as well…
And then there was this straight, prominent, artificial white frame.
“Punishment 2.”
Just as Su Wanli was lost in admiring the beauty, for some reason a white sheet of paper suddenly appeared between her line of sight and Meng Wange’s face.
… Who?!
Who is blocking me?!
Snapping out of her immersive experience all at once, Su Wanli’s satisfied feeling instantly turned into an empty sense of loss.
The fingertips holding the white paper were connected all the way to Meng Wange’s fair wrist.
It was Meng Wange herself, using two fingers of her left hand to hold the paper, stretching it between Su Wanli’s eyes and her face.
Damn it!
… Could it be that my gaze was too obvious and she noticed?
I was supposed to be her tool, yet Meng Wange didn’t even want me to look at her a little longer!
A flush of shame or anger immediately rose to Su Wanli’s cheeks.
As the instigator, Meng Wange kept her hand steady, tilted her head slightly, and gave Su Wanli a gentle smile along the paper’s edge. Then she flipped the paper over, revealing several large characters written clearly.
— Miss Su, there are no test answers on my face, you know?
You!
Su Wanli clenched her teeth and immediately bent down, quickly writing a line on the paper before tossing it onto Meng Wange’s desk.
— I was just looking at how much you wrote all night to see if you had dark circles! You’re misunderstanding things!
After unfolding the note, Meng Wange tapped her thick lips twice with the end of her pen, wrote a few words, and prepared to return the note to Su Wanli.
“… The two students behind you have already passed notes back and forth so many times, haven’t they?”
The Math Teacher spoke as he lectured at the podium, inserting a subtle jab.
“Passing notes during class is rude. If you have something special to say, wait until after class.”
The chatter in Class Three was always loud, but after hearing this, they quieted down a bit. However, only Su Wanli knew the teacher was definitely referring to her and Meng Wange.
She lightly cleared her throat twice, awkwardly looking out the window, and didn’t take the note from Meng Wange.
Although Su Wanli was now the eldest daughter of the Su family, mentally she still held respect for her teacher. She clearly didn’t have to react so strongly.
… Damn Meng Wange! Who cares if I want to look at you? Yet she dares to hide from me! When we get home, I’m going to make sure you stay put so I can look at you properly…
Suddenly, a soft tapping sound came from beside Su Wanli.
“Miss Su? Miss Su Wanli?”
Passing notes wasn’t enough—now they were even whispering. Didn’t this guy worry about breaking rules at all?
Su Wanli tore a piece of paper aggressively, crumpled it into a ball, and prepared to throw it at Meng Wange to teach her a lesson—
But in front of her was Meng Wange, staring at her with one eye tightly shut.
“Huh? I haven’t even taken care of myself yet, and it’s just a paper ball—it won’t really hurt.”
Seeing Su Wanli turn around, Meng Wange pursed her lips and furrowed her brows slightly, slowly moving her fingertips away.
Below her eye, a faint black ink mark had appeared without anyone noticing. It hung under her left eye in the shape of a crescent mark, as if it were the dark circle formed after several sleepless nights.
… This mark appearing on Meng Wange’s perfect face was like slapping a pair of party glasses on the statue of the Winged Victory of Samothrace.
“…”
Without any mental preparation, Su Wanli instinctively tried to hold back her mouth, but the sound still uncontrollably slipped out—
“Hah… haha, hahahaha… ahem.”
The notoriously unruly students of Class Three quietly glanced toward the corner of the classroom, following the source of the laughter.
Then, someone unknowingly joined in, and soon the entire Baiying Academy teaching building echoed with continuous laughter from Class Three during that math class.