“Luck is such a thing…”

Looking at the sachet in his hand, Chen Yuan hesitated, wondering if bringing such a thing into the examination room would be considered cheating.

Of course, if he got caught, the invigilator would open the sachet in front of everyone, see the note inside, and then reveal an excited expression before carefully unfolding it...

"Wait, what's this?"

"The long-haired, seventeen-year-old, ten-out-of-ten-for-looks neighbor gave me this lucky charm for the exam. She insisted that I bring it."

"Huh?"

"Forget it, just give me a school-wide reprimand, but please explain the reason clearly. I don't want to be wrongly accused."

"I'm trying to reward you here! Do your problems!"

Thinking of that scene, Chen Yuan felt a pang of regret, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curving upwards with sadness...

[Chen Yuan with 140 points]

Just then, Chen Yuan suddenly heard a familiar voice in his head.

Turning his head, he saw Tang Siwen standing in front of the school gate, eating a bun while looking at English words.

Perhaps because he had just revealed a bitter, sad smile, a hint of confusion appeared in her eyes.

[Why is Chen Yuan, who scored 140, walking and smiling?]

Seriously, was it necessary to add that prefix?

Are you still bothered by me surpassing you once?

What are you going to do when there's a small test every seven days and a big test every month?

"Why are you looking at English? Isn't there a math exam later?"

Because he had already reached the school gate, and the No. 1 High School had put up the examination cordon, there was no way to get in. So he simply stayed there, like other students from other schools, huddled together based on their uniforms.

"I really don't know math, so it's useless to look at it," Tang Siwen calmly replied after taking a bite of her bun. "But with English, if I remember it, it becomes mine."

"True."

She made a good point.

People cram for liberal arts subjects like Chinese and English, but no one does for math, at most they just memorize some formulas.

After all, that's just the nature of the subject.

But she's about to take a competition exam, one that will either send her forward or back home. Studying English at this point is pretty awesome.

Who says our Class 18 has no emperors?

"Did you understand all the problems the homeroom teacher gave us?" Tang Siwen asked.

[He hasn't contacted me once since adding my QQ, so he must understand everything, right?]

"Basically, yeah, since there are answers," Chen Yuan nodded and asked in return, "What about you?"

You didn't ask me either.

"I have no problem looking at the answers, but I'm not sure if I can do them on the exam like that," Tang Siwen replied.

After she said that, Chen Yuan suddenly felt a little cocky.

This is like a conversation between a Silver II and a Grandmaster player.

Silver II rank: Everyone's trash, I'm just messing around.

Grandmaster rank: Not my main champion, I'm worried I'll lose.

However, although Tang Siwen was modest, her modesty was a different type from Xia Xinyu's.

Xia Xinyu knows she's strong. Out of politeness, and also to encourage the other person, she would downplay herself and try to appear as humble as possible.

Tang Siwen is different. She knows she's strong, but she wants to be even stronger.

So even though his exam scores have never stood out, since he surpassed her last time, she can still sincerely ask for guidance with the heart of an apprentice.

Honestly, Xinyu's personality is better.

This Tang Siwen feels a bit like a study demon; she's not easy to mess with.

Continuing to lower her head, Tang Siwen finished one bun, and there was one small bag left in the plastic bag. Thinking that Chen Yuan was, after all, her classmate, she politely offered, "Do you want a char siu bao?" (barbecue pork bun)

[Based on his personality, Chen Yuan is the type of person who has a sense of boundaries and will actively distance himself from others.]

[Therefore, this bun will eventually end up in my stomach.]

"Yes."

"?" Tang Siwen looked up, staring blankly at Chen Yuan.

Her intelligent expression was completely replaced by bewilderment.

"Thank you," Chen Yuan said, extending his hand.

Tang Siwen, I really didn't want your stupid bun.

But since you insist on playing this psychological game, I'll just accept it with open arms.

"..."

Tang Siwen thought that the other person would politely decline, like rejecting a red envelope during the New Year. As long as she was polite, she would eat the bun herself.

But looking at Chen Yuan's outstretched hand, she paused for a long time before using chopsticks to take the bun out of the plastic bag and placed it in his hand.

*Nom*

He swallowed this little char siu bao in one bite.

And in her hand, there was only an empty plastic bag left.

"Thanks, it was pretty good." After swallowing it in a few bites, Chen Yuan asked, "Where did you buy it?"

"...Downstairs from my house."

Who knows which shop is downstairs from your house?

Also, is eating your bun such a shock?

The time freeze lasted for 2.5 seconds.

Just then, the school bell suddenly rang at the school gate. Then, the loudspeaker announced that candidates from each school should enter the venue in an orderly manner.

"We're not in the same exam room, so I'll go first." Feeling that the situation was a bit out of control, Chen Yuan said goodbye and quickly ran away.

And Tang Siwen, after throwing the plastic bag and chopsticks into the trash can alone, was still not quite recovered.

Do you want a bun?

No, thank you.

Okay.

*Nom* (sound effect of swallowing the bun)

According to my understanding of Chen Yuan's personality, that should have been the conversation.

But today, he did something that was inconsistent with his personality. Combining that with the incident where he almost ate my bun last time, I can conclude…

Chen Yuan, the bun killer.

He's a bun lover who is crazy about eating buns.

There's no point in thinking about this anymore. Regarding that char siu bao, Tang Siwen only felt a subtle discomfort, not for any other reason, but just…

If I had eaten that bun, I would have reached the border of being just full.

And now, it feels like I'm missing just one bite.

…………

Xia Hai No. 1 High School.

The best high school in Xia Hai City, and also the best in Hai Dong Province.

As an old and strong school, its dominance over Xia Hai and even Hai Dong has continued to this day.

The "one" in No. 1 High School is the "one" for "number one."

And No. 4 High School is like a rising steel army in recent years. Several principals, with their iron-blooded methods, abnormal pressure, and near-military management, have pushed No. 4 High School to new heights, with Zhang Jianjun being particularly outstanding.

Rocket classes eat first, the ace class absolutely prohibits nepotism, and even uses subtle differences in the style of school uniforms to distinguish students into different grades, giving No. 4 High School the capital to compete with No. 1 High School.

Last year, the number of students from No. 1 High School admitted to Ji University and Hua Qing University exceeded that of No. 4 High School, but No. 4 High School produced two top scorers.

The two schools are both competing.

In Chen Yuan's examination room, there were several strong students from No. 4 High School.

Before, when Xia Xinyu was taking a shower at his place, the narration described that Xia Xinyu was wearing a white school uniform with pink trim.

You might think this is only for the girls' school uniform.

Not so.

The ordinary students of No. 4 High School, of course, even ordinary people are considered to be the strongest after the direct disciples (Class 1) of No. 11 High School.

And their school uniforms are white with gray trim.

Pink trim is a unique identifier only for students in the rocket class, like Xia Xinyu.

There are four such monsters.

At this time, they were surrounding a boy sitting in his seat drinking water, chatting and laughing.

The boy was also talking and laughing with them, looking quite silly.

But uniquely, the lines on the edge of his school uniform were not pink.

Of course, it wasn't the gray of normal students either.

But golden yellow.

This is the unique identifier of Class 1 of the science stream of No. 4 High School.

Damn it, the pressure is so strong!

Zhang Jianjun, you've turned people into ghosts!

Thinking that Xin Bao could still emerge from the mud unsullied in such a meat grinder, I'm really glad.

Is there a possibility that Xin Bao was more innocent and kind before entering No. 4 High School?

"Which class are you in?"

Just as Chen Yuan was sitting quietly, observing the other schools, a short-haired girl from No. 11 High School, wearing a red and white school uniform, came over and asked with a smile.

She looked like a very energetic and cheerful girl.

"Class 18," Chen Yuan replied.

"Chen Yuan from Class 18..." Hearing this, the other person was a little surprised. After looking at his exam number, she introduced herself, "My name is Qiu Meng, from Class 3."

Class 3, a class of strong students with an average score of around 600.

And to stand out in this class, you must also be a strong person at the level of Class 1.

However, I'm still preparing to copy the ninjutsu of that man from Class 1 of No. 4 High School.

Although I usually force myself to be compared with the twin prides of No. 4 High School, at critical moments, I will definitely still gamble on the grandpas of No. 4 High School.

"Basically, everyone in this classroom is from key provincial schools, and the better schools are No. 4 High School and ours," Qiu Meng said to Chen Yuan.

"Yeah, pretty much."

Although he's not worthy of being compared with the grandpas of No. 4 High School, Qiu Meng is right.

No. 11 High School is on the edge of being a top 20 school in the province. Here, apart from No. 4 High School which is an outlier level, No. 11 High School is really stronger.

But No. 11 High School is not currently the second strongest, it's just that there are slightly more students from No. 11 High School, there are three.

There is one each from No. 2 High School and the Experimental Foreign Language School, they are stronger, at the top ten level in the province.

And the rest are ordinary provincial experimental schools that are not as good as No. 11 High School. They are not close to the edge of famous schools, and the pressure is not too strong.

"It's a bit strange, I haven't seen any students from No. 1 High School. They value competitions quite a bit."

Faced with Qiu Meng's question, Chen Yuan guessed, "No. 1 High School also has boarding students, and the competition is held in their school. Maybe they'll come together later..."

Before Chen Yuan could finish speaking, the opened door was pushed wider.

The students in the classroom were immediately attracted to it.

The students from No. 4 High School who were chatting also stopped briefly and looked over with subtle expressions.

Four students wearing dark green uniforms with Western-style trousers on their lower bodies, three men and one woman, entered the classroom and looked for their seats side by side at the classroom door. Because of the unique color and style of the uniforms, the aura of these four people covered them head-on, like the Four Heavenly Kings…