Ye Chen watched the nervous looks on Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo's faces and secretly found it hilarious.
"The person is someone in our class."
Ye Chen said with a smile.
"Someone in our class?"
Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo both frowned.
That answer was as good as no answer at all!
The two girls were now basically sure that the girl Ye Chen liked had to be one of them.
Yet neither could tell which.
Seeing their puzzled expressions, Ye Chen went on: "Mm, that girl is very pretty and scores top marks."
As he spoke, Ye Chen pointed at Li Sitong.
The pretty faces of Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo instantly flushed red.
Winter-Melon—wasn't that her?
This guy Ye Chen was really wicked.
Thinking this, both girls felt delighted inside.
Ye Chen continued, "All right, I won't tell you who for now. We're in Senior Year; from here on we have to study hard."
Saying this, he pulled out a copy of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" and started reading.
Li Sitong: "????"
Hadn't we just agreed to hit the books?
Li Sitong found Yu Weiwei: "Weiwei, come to the washroom with me."
"Go to the toilet? I don't feel like it."
Ignoring Yu Weiwei's protest, Li Sitong dragged her off toward the restroom.
On the way, Yu Weiwei asked nosily, "Si Tong, is something up? Who exactly does Ye Chen like?"
"Ye Chen said the girl he likes is in our class, pretty, studies well, and—most important—she—" Li Sitong pointed.
"Ah? Then it has to be you, Si Tong!"
Yu Weiwei looked utterly deflated.
"Sigh, too bad I'm only 'this' big, so it definitely isn't me."
Li Sitong glanced at her. "Mm, indeed, probably not."
Yu Weiwei: "Li Sitong, I'm going to fight you to the death!"
The two girls chased each other toward the toilets.
After fooling around a bit, Li Sitong said seriously, "Right, Weiwei, help me with something—find out Xia Yingluo's size."
"Leave it to me."
Li Sitong and Yu Weiwei returned to the Classroom.
Yu Weiwei went up to Xia Yingluo.
"Yingluo, I'm planning to buy a bra but I'm not sure of the size, so I wanted to ask yours," Yu Weiwei said.
Xia Yingluo looked at her own curves, then at Yu Weiwei's flat plains.
Why did it feel like there was no comparison?
Yu Weiwei caught Xia Yingluo's expression and blushed crimson.
Damn, was she being despised?
She kind of regretted promising Li Sitong.
This was simply asking for humiliation!
Yu Weiwei took a deep breath—for her best friend she would risk it all.
"Right, if you don't know…"
Xia Yingluo thought for a moment, then, red-faced, told Yu Weiwei, "Um, I should be… Winter-Melon. What about you?"
"I… I'm a teeny-tiny bit smaller than you!"
Yu Weiwei felt life was no longer worth living.
Why—why are you all so pretty, study so well, and still so… well-endowed?
Thinking of her own Little Fried Eggs, Yu Weiwei sank into depression.
She lifelessly texted Li Sitong.
"Asked for you—she's Winter-Melon too."
Seeing the message, Li Sitong glanced at Xia Yingluo.
Xia Yingluo happened to be looking at Li Sitong as well.
"Turns out both of us are winter-melons—then who could it be?"
As class time drew nearer, the students grew more nervous.
Xia Yingluo asked Ye Chen, "Ye Chen, what was the answer to the second-to-last Physics problem?"
Ye Chen glanced and gave an answer.
Xia Yingluo groaned: "I'm doomed, I got that one wrong—ten whole points."
Beside her, Li Sitong was also stunned: "Ah, I got it wrong too."
Both girls felt gloomy.
Ye Chen smiled slightly: "Getting it wrong now is a good thing; find the gap from the mistake. The National Higher Education Entrance Examination is the real battlefield. Later I'll drill you two on this type of problem."
Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo nodded.
Still, their pretty faces turned a little red.
Thinking of the "punishments" in Ye Chen's Little Tutoring Sessions, both felt a strange flutter.
Zhang Yang turned sideways, watching Ye Chen chat so happily with the two goddesses he adored, flames of anger in his eyes.
This guy—monopolizing one school flower would be enough, yet he's hogging both of them.
Too much!
"A-hem…"
He deliberately raised his voice and asked his deskmate, "Wang Zhe, what score do you think you'll get this time?"
At the mention of scores, the class quieted a bit; many eyes turned their way.
Wang Zhe sighed: "This paper felt pretty hard; I should be around six hundred."
Then Wang Zhe asked, "Zhang Yang, what about you? What will you score?"
Zhang Yang wanted exactly this straight-man setup; he raised his voice, feigned calm and said, "Mm, the paper was indeed a bit tough, but I think topping seven hundred shouldn't be a problem."
"Gasp!"
The moment Zhang Yang spoke, the Classroom drew a collective sharp breath.
"Over seven hundred—so damn awesome."
"With my strength, I'll be lucky to hit five-something."
"He's a Top Student—how can we compare? Looks like it's still anyone's game between Ye Chen and Zhang Yang for first place!"
Hearing the chatter, Zhang Yang felt elated.
To boost his grades, he'd hired a one-on-one tutor from Huaqing University.
And lately Zhang Yang had indeed worked very hard.
His goal was single-minded: beat Ye Chen.
Zhang Yang turned his head toward his two goddesses.
The instant he looked, the smile on his face froze solid.
His two goddesses were in full, animated conversation with Ye Chen, paying him no attention at all.
Zhang Yang burned with rage.
What's so great about him—just a bit handsomer, right?
Besides being more handsome, taller, and having better bearing, where exactly am I worse?
Actually, all three of them heard Zhang Yang's bragging.
"Zhang Yang says he can break seven hundred—does that mean making top three is iffy for me?" Xia Yingluo said nervously.
"His score shouldn't reach seven hundred; his usual marks are about the same as mine, and yesterday's paper was harder than usual—he's just shooting his mouth off," Li Sitong analyzed.
"Mm, relax—I have faith in you. This exam's school-wide top three will definitely be us three," Ye Chen reassured them confidently.
Ye Chen naturally knew Zhang Yang's petty scheme.
Nothing more than showing off to grab Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo's attention.
"Ding-ling—"
The bell rang; Wang Chao walked in carrying a stack of papers.
Wang Chao was still glowing after besting Chen Tao in a verbal sparring match at the doorway.
But the instant he stepped into the Classroom his face turned dark.
Seeing Wang Chao's grim expression, every student's heart sank.
"We're screwed—this must have gone badly."
Bang!
Wang Chao slammed the papers onto the desk: "Before I even entered I heard you making a racket—scoring like this, and you still have the nerve to fool around?"