Chen Zhenzhen is in the top 20 of her class. As long as she maintains her current level and doesn't fall behind, getting into a 985 university is no problem at all. If she goes even further, she might even be able to compete for the top universities.
The boy in front of me seems to be at the bottom of the class in the humanities stream.
So, what does it mean that if Chen Zhenzhen works hard, she can go to the same university as you?
"Squad leader, you seem..."
Duan Chan'er chose a tactful response. "Very confident."
Zhang Zhaomu simply smiled. He understood Duan Chan'er's meaning, but words were ultimately meaningless before proving himself with results. So he didn't respond, but instead asked:
"Speaking of which, Duan Chan'er, which university do you want to apply to?"
"Either is fine," Duan Chan'er said. "My grades are just so-so; I'd be lucky to get into a second-tier university. So, I care more about the location of the school than the school itself."
"You said you liked the seaside before, are you planning to study in Hainan?"
"Of course not." Duan Chan'er chuckled. "Besides, in terms of seafood quality, Hainan isn't actually the best."
She added, "I haven't thought about it yet; it feels like that's still a long way off."
"That's true." Zhang Zhaomu nodded. "Besides, with your writing skills, you might be able to get a guaranteed admission to university if you participate in a competition or something."
I'm not that good.
Chatting casually, the two arrived at the rented room. Zhang Zhaomu walked to the corner with practiced ease, squatted down, and looked at the two little ones who were pupaeing in the doghouse.
They hadn't opened their eyes yet, but the size difference was already noticeable; September was clearly a size bigger and was currently resting her head on Barbecue's body. Barbecue was whimpering and trying to resist, but it was obviously to no avail.
"You're already bullying your sister at such a young age." Zhang Zhaomu poked September, September then started whining.
The sexes of the two kittens are obviously obvious: September is male, Barbecue is female.
"How about I make spicy shrimp and a stir-fried green pepper and preserved egg for lunch?"
Duan Chan'er stood in front of the refrigerator, taking stock of the ingredients.
"OK."
"Where's the soup? What would you like to drink?"
How about seaweed and egg drop soup?
"Okay, I'll start processing the seaweed first."
So Zhang Zhaomu sat back on the sofa, staring at Duan Chan'er's busy back, and suddenly felt that this conversation had a very homely feel to it.
Even though he had only eaten at Duan Chan'er's house a few times, he had already started to get used to this way of getting along.
"However, even by Duan Chan'er's calculations, today is the last day."
It would be a lie to say I'm not disappointed. Putting aside the fact that Duan Chan'er's cooking is delicious, just watching such a beautiful person busy in the kitchen every noon is enough to make one happy all day long.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and someone called out through the wooden door, "Delivery!"
"Class monitor, could you hold this for me?" Duan Chan'er said without turning her head as she was busy chopping vegetables.
"Okay." Zhang Zhaomu got up and opened the door.
The deliveryman was standing outside the door. He handed over several packages and said, "Please sign for them."
It was just a formality. Zhang Zhaomu casually wrote Duan Chan'er's name on each package, waited for the deliveryman to take a picture, and then moved them all in.
"Where should I put it for you?" he asked.
"These are all things I bought for September and Barbecue. If you're not busy, class monitor, could you help me unpack them?" Duan Chan'er said. "Then put the cardboard boxes and stuff in the stairwell."
Leave it to me.
Many people find unpacking packages incredibly satisfying, but Zhang Zhaomu doesn't have that kind of fetish. He casually pulls out his house key and slits open a package.
It turned out to be a bag of teething biscuits.
" Duan Chan'er, isn't it a bit too early for you to buy this for them? They don't even have teeth yet," Zhang Zhaomu complained.
"I couldn't resist ordering it while browsing Taobao," Duan Chan'er said a little embarrassed. "Anyway, it has a long shelf life, so buying it in advance isn't a big deal."
" Barbecue and September are really enjoying themselves with you." Zhang Zhaomu picked up another package and opened it.
Then she exclaimed, "Huh?" and said, "This package doesn't look like it's for pet supplies."
"I haven't bought anything else recently," Duan Chan'er said.
"But this thing looks like a gift box," Zhang Zhaomu said. "The material is quite Refined."
He carefully took out the gift box, and then a greeting card floated down.
"Dear Bing Chan, congratulations on being named one of the Top 100 Online Literature Writers of the Year. Thank you for your support and companionship of China Literature, which keeps good stories alive."
Zhang Zhaomu: "..."
He picked up the package again and discovered that the recipient's name was not Duan Chan'er, but Bing Chan.
"Holy shit!"
Zhang Zhaomu was starting to lose his composure. Although he had known Duan Chan'er's online identity for a long time, he had never intended to expose her.
After all, that's their private matter, and they obviously don't want others to know.
But now that things are like this, it's obviously impossible to pretend not to know, right? They've already exposed their true colors right in front of us!
"What's wrong? Why are you so startled?" Duan Chan'er asked.
"This..." Zhang Zhaomu hesitated for a moment, then told the truth, "It seems to be a commemorative medal, and the greeting card says something about being among the top 100 online writers."
Ding-dong.
A crisp sound rang out, and the spatula in Duan Chan'er's hand fell directly to the ground.
She turned around abruptly and walked towards Zhang Zhaomu. She glanced at the greeting card in his hand, and her expression instantly turned panicked.
Oh no!
Why did the website suddenly send me an award?! The editor didn't even notify me beforehand!
It's clearly a good thing, but... I can't be happy about it at all in this situation!
Her mind was in complete chaos for a moment.
"The class monitor just happened to see it... What should I do?!"
"This is the one thing I absolutely don't want anyone I know in real life to know! Otherwise, my image will be ruined!"
"I need to figure out a way to cover this up... Should I say it was sent to the wrong address? But the address and last four digits of the phone number are on the package, that excuse is too far-fetched..."
"And the greeting card even has a pen name on it! Damn it, will the class monitor search for my novels to read later?"
Seeing Duan Chan'er's panicked appearance, Zhang Zhaomu coughed lightly to break the awkward atmosphere. Since things had come to this, he figured he might as well lay it all out. So he began, "This Bing Chan..."
"It wasn't me!" Duan Chan'er interrupted sharply, as if in response.
Zhang Zhaomu: "..."
Your reaction is so strong, any normal person would think there's something wrong with it, right?
"What I mean is, the pen name ' Bing Chan ' looks familiar."
"I've read his books, and I quite enjoyed them."
Duan Chan'er's mind went blank.
He... saw it?
Did he read all those suggestive scenes and harem plots he wrote?
Duan Chan'er couldn't help but picture Zhang Zhaomu's disgusted face. " Duan Chan'er, I never imagined you were secretly writing this kind of novel. To be so skilled, you must have seen a lot of filthy things, right?"
"You shameless, infatuated woman, I'm going to expose you at school!"
hiss!
Thinking of this, Duan Chan'er shuddered.
Then evil thoughts arise from within.
"I heard that hitting the back of the head can cause amnesia? Why don't we just try it?"