Noon, library.
The bald powerhouse Chu Long sat at the table, brows knitted as he wrestled with the problems.
The problems were copied onto a sheet of paper. There were four in total, and he had solved three. The last one had him completely stumped. He had been hesitating over it for half an hour, and a faint sheen of sweat had appeared on his forehead.
"Impossible... That kid managed to solve it. There's no reason I can't..." Chu Long muttered to himself.
Suddenly, a familiar figure pulled out the chair beside him and dropped into it with a bang.
"I'm furious with my aunt!" Qiu Lingshan huffed. She placed her schoolbag on the table and noisily pulled out gel pens.
Chu Long calmly picked up the Exercise Book and covered the sheet he had been working on, hiding it. "What happened?"
"Didn't I ask for a few topology books last month?" Qiu Lingshan deflated. "The books arrived, but my aunt actually gave them to Song He! I thought my aunt doted on me. I never imagined I'd lose her favor—and lose it to a stinking first-year junior!"
At the mention of that name, Chu Long's eyelid twitched, but she said nothing.
Qiu Lingshan continued muttering under her breath, her tone indignant. "My aunt even kept singing Song He's praises to me. She exaggerated horribly!"
"When my aunt first explained where the books had gone, she even put on a guilty expression. But the moment she started praising Song He, she forgot everything and became positively radiant! I think she wasn't guilty at all. She must have felt that giving those books to Song He was better than giving them to me! She's under Song He's spell!"
"Darned aunt! She's siding with an outsider!" Qiu Lingshan pouted, looking gloomy.
"Praising