Bicycle VS Cullinan

Chen Zishi's face, which had been sullen, instantly lit up with joy when he heard that Chu Bai was going to swap seats with Wen Jing.

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

But Chen Zishi couldn't find a chance to talk to Wen Jing face to face. If Chu Bai could swap seats with her, that would be perfect.

Still, Chen Zishi was a bit naive.

Chu Bai actually just wanted to sit next to Xu Muyan.

It wasn't entirely for Chen Zishi's sake that he was swapping seats with Wen Jing.

Of course, Chu Bai could never say that out loud.

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

"Wen Jing, could we swap seats? I want to ask Xu Muyan some questions about the problems." Chu Bai put on a smile.

Wen Jing was bent over her desk, focused on solving problems. Chu Bai's sudden approach naturally disturbed her.

She was a bit annoyed, and when she turned to see that Chu Bai's deskmate was that fat guy Chen, her irritation grew.

She was thoroughly fed up with Chen Zishi.

"No swap." Wen Jing snapped.

She had already done what Wang Haoran told her to. Without new instructions, she didn't want to bother with Chen Zishi.

"I have a bunch of problems I can't figure out. I want to ask Xu Muyan for help. Studying is important—we're all classmates, why can't you just do me a favor? Isn't it the same studying no matter where you sit?" Chu Bai said, annoyed.

"Don't guilt-trip me. This is my seat. Swapping or not is my choice. Please leave and stop bothering my studying!" Wen Jing shot back.

"You—"

Chu Bai was furious but didn't dare argue with Wen Jing, especially with Xu Muyan watching and Wen Jing having that brainless protector Chen Zishi around.

He could only slink back to his seat in frustration.

Chen Zishi waited eagerly, but all he got was disappointment.

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

Chu Bai was utterly dejected.

Then.

Wang Haoran left his seat.

"Wen Jing, could you swap seats with me?"

Hearing this, Wen Jing's eyes were full of petty resentment, her heart sour, but she still obediently stood up and gave her seat to Wang Haoran.

As they passed each other, Wang Haoran subtly touched Wen Jing's hand, a small comfort.

Wen Jing felt as if she'd eaten honey, her mood instantly much better.

Wang Haoran sat down properly and chatted with Xu Muyan about study problems for a bit.

After the discussion, he didn't leave right away.

"In Chinese class today, the teacher praised your essay. Essays are my weak point—could I borrow yours to read?" Wang Haoran asked.

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

"I'll return it tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

The same character, written by different people, has a different style.

Many characters combined together contain countless details.

This makes it extremely difficult for one person to perfectly imitate another's handwriting.

But for Wang Haoran now, it was quite simple.

Getting Xu Muyan's handwriting was just the first step in his plan.

On the other side of the classroom.

Chu Bai was in a terrible mood: "That Wen Jing—when I asked to switch seats, she ignored me. Wang Haoran asks, and she moves without a word. Such discrimination, what a bi—"

"Who are you cursing?!"

Before Chu Bai could finish, Chen Zishi glared at him with bull-like eyes and shouted loudly, as if ready to fight.

It drew the attention of many in the class.

Chu Bai opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. He was utterly stifled.

After a long while, Chu Bai finally calmed down.

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

So his plan to woo Xu Muyan seemed dead in the water.

Thinking this, a mature woman's figure flashed through Chu Bai's mind.

Compared to a youthful beauty like Xu Muyan, Song Zhenyu was actually more appealing to a guy his age.

"Teacher Song lives in the same direction as me, it seems."

Other thoughts stirred in Chu Bai's mind.

Though there were less than a hundred days until the college entrance exam, studying was out of the question—only chasing girls could kill time.

He had X-ray Vision Ability. When the exam came, he'd just copy everything in one go.

How many points he scored would depend entirely on how well the students around him studied.

By Chu Bai's estimate, getting into a decent university shouldn't be a problem.

His X-ray Vision Ability could see far, like a telescope.

Within a few hundred meters, as long as a test-taker was in his line of sight—even through multiple walls—he could clearly read the answers on their paper.

After Evening Self-Study ended.

Chu Bai slowly packed his things while keeping an eye on the person emerging from the office door not far away.

Only after Song Zhenyu walked out of the office did Chu Bai leave the classroom.

Then he went to the campus bike rack and mounted his beat-up old bicycle.

Timing it right, Chu Bai ran into Song Zhenyu at the School Gate, just as he'd planned.

"Teacher Song, what a coincidence." Chu Bai stopped his bike, pretending it was an accidental encounter.

"Oh, it's Chu Bai. Evening Self-Study ended long ago—all the other students have left. Why are you still here?" Song Zhenyu smiled.

Almost all the students on campus had cleared out.

There was hardly anyone at the School Gate either.

That's why Song Zhenyu found it strange.

"My grades aren't that great, so I have to work harder. I just stayed in the classroom a little longer." Chu Bai scratched his head, putting on the act of a diligent student.

"Your grades have been improving fast. Keep working hard, and you'll definitely get into the university of your dreams during the exam." Song Zhenyu encouraged him.

"Thanks, Teacher Song." Chu Bai grinned, then shifted the topic: "Teacher Song, you're walking? Let me give you a ride?"

Song Zhenyu lived not far from the school.

After Evening Self-Study, she usually walked home.

Chu Bai had noticed that long ago.

"Ah, well..." Song Zhenyu didn't know how to respond at first.

"Teacher Song, it's past ten at night. Look how beautiful you are—walking home alone is really dangerous. From now on, let me take you home after Evening Self-Study. It's on my way anyway."

Chu Bai's heart raced with excitement. He quickly wiped the back seat of his bike and urged, "Hop on!"

Just then.

A Cullinan pulled up beside them.

The door opened, and Wang Haoran stepped out.