Bicycle vs. Cullinan

When Chen Zishi heard that Chu Bai wanted to switch seats with Wen Jing, his previously gloomy face immediately lit up with joy.

He had received the thousand yuan Chu Bai returned and planned to give it to Wen Jing to pay off her debt.

It was just that Chen Zishi had never found a chance to speak face-to-face with Wen Jing. If Chu Bai could switch seats with her, that would be perfect.

But Chen Zishi was still rather dense.

Chu Bai actually just wanted to sit beside Xu Muyan.

He was not switching seats with Wen Jing entirely for Chen Zishi's sake.

Of course, Chu Bai could not possibly say that out loud.

Under Chen Zishi's expectant gaze, Chu Bai casually grabbed a few test papers, rose from his seat, and walked over to Wen Jing.

"Wen Jing, could we switch seats? I want to ask Xu Muyan some questions," Chu Bai said with a smile plastered across his face.

Wen Jing had been bent over her desk, fully focused on her work. Chu Bai's sudden approach naturally interrupted her.

She was immediately somewhat displeased. When she turned around and saw that Chu Bai's deskmate was Fatty Chen, she grew even more annoyed.

She was utterly fed up with Chen Zishi.

"No," Wen Jing said irritably.

She had already finished what Wang Haoran had instructed her to do. Until she received new instructions, she had no desire to pay Chen Zishi any attention.

"There are so many questions I don't understand, and I want to ask Xu Muyan about them. Studying is serious business. We're all classmates—what's wrong with doing me a favor? Wouldn't you be studying no matter where you sat?" Chu Bai said unhappily.

"Don't try to guilt-trip me. This is my seat. Whether I switch or not is my freedom. Please leave and stop interrupting my studies!" Wen Jing retorted.

"You—"

Chu Bai was furious, but he did not dare argue with Wen Jing. Xu Muyan was watching from beside them, and Wen Jing also had that brainless flower-protecting knight, Chen Zishi.

He could only leave sullenly and return to his original seat.

Chen Zishi had been eagerly waiting, but all he received was disappointment.

He glared at Chu Bai, then went back to doing his own thing.

Chu Bai was utterly depressed.

Just then.

Wang Haoran left his seat.

"Wen Jing, could we switch seats?"

At those words, Wen Jing's eyes filled with faint resentment, and her heart felt sour. Still, she obediently stood up and gave her seat to Wang Haoran.

As they passed each other, Wang Haoran discreetly touched Wen Jing's little hand, offering her a bit of comfort.

Wen Jing felt as though she had eaten honey, and her mood instantly improved.

Wang Haoran seriously discussed a few academic questions with Xu Muyan for a while.

After they finished talking, he did not leave immediately.

"During Chinese class today, the teacher praised your essay. Essays are one of my weak points. Could you lend me yours for me to read?" Wang Haoran asked.

"Yours isn't bad either." Xu Muyan smiled, found her composition notebook, and handed it to Wang Haoran.

"I'll return it tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

Even the same character could have different styles when written by different people.

When many characters were put together, there were countless details within them.

That made it extremely difficult for one person to perfectly imitate another person's handwriting.

But for Wang Haoran now, it was quite simple.

Obtaining Xu Muyan's handwriting was merely the first step of Wang Haoran's plan.

On the other side of the classroom.

Chu Bai was in a terrible mood. "That Wen Jing ignored me when I asked her to move, but when Wang Haoran asked, she left without a word. She's even treating people differently. What a bitch—"

"Who are you calling that?!"

Before Chu Bai could finish, Chen Zishi glared over with eyes as wide as a bull's and let out a loud roar, as though he were ready to fight to the death.

Many people in the class turned to look.

Chu Bai opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. He felt aggrieved to the extreme.

Only after a long while did Chu Bai calm down.

He could see it now. With Wang Haoran around, it was probably impossible for him to keep asking Xu Muyan for tutoring.

That meant his plan to pursue Xu Muyan had apparently been shelved as well.

At that thought, the image of a mature woman flashed through Chu Bai's mind.

Compared with a youthful beauty like Xu Muyan, Song Zhenyu was actually more attractive to a boy his age.

"Teacher Song's place seems to be on my way home."

Other thoughts began to arise in Chu Bai's mind.

Although there were fewer than a hundred days left until the college entrance exam, studying was impossible. Only chasing girls could help pass the time.

He had the X-ray Vision Ability. When the time came, he could just copy everything during the exams.

How many points he could score depended entirely on how well the examinees around him studied.

By Chu Bai's estimation, getting into a key university should not be a problem.

That was because his X-ray Vision Ability could see very far, with an effect like a telescope.

As long as examinees were within several hundred meters and inside his field of vision, he could clearly see the answers on their papers even through many walls.

After Evening Self-Study ended.

Chu Bai slowly packed up his things while keeping an eye on the people leaving the office not far away.

Only after Song Zhenyu emerged from the office did Chu Bai leave the classroom.

Then he went to where bicycles were parked on campus and rode his battered old bike.

After calculating the timing, Chu Bai got his wish and ran into Song Zhenyu at the school gate.

"Teacher Song, what a coincidence." Chu Bai stopped his bicycle and pretended he had happened to run into Song Zhenyu.

"Oh, it's Chu Bai. Evening Self-Study ended ages ago, and all the other students have left. Why are you still here?" Song Zhenyu asked with a smile.

Almost all the students had already left campus.

There was hardly anyone at the school gate either.

That was why Song Zhenyu found it strange.

"My grades are pretty bad, so of course I need to work harder. I just stayed in the classroom a little longer," Chu Bai said, scratching his head and pretending to be a diligent student.

"Your grades have improved quickly. If you work hard, you'll definitely get into your ideal university in the college entrance exam," Song Zhenyu encouraged him.

"Thank you, Teacher Song." Chu Bai grinned, then changed the subject. "Teacher Song, are you walking? Let me give you a ride."

Song Zhenyu lived not far from the school.

After Evening Self-Study, she generally walked home by herself.

Chu Bai had noticed that long ago.

"Ah, well..." Song Zhenyu did not know how to answer for a moment.

"Teacher Song, it's already past ten at night. You're so pretty, and it's dangerous for you to go home alone. Let me take you home after Evening Self-Study every day from now on. It's on my way anyway."

Chu Bai felt a little excited inside. He hurriedly wiped the back seat of his bicycle and urged, "Come on!"

Just then.

A Cullinan pulled up beside them.

The car door opened, and Wang Haoran stepped out.