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Chapter 293 School Uniforms
Not many people will call themselves during long breaks between classes.

Ai Liang knew without even thinking that it must be Yang Xingyue.

He took the phone back from Ye Qing, but instead of calling back, he sent a private message to Yang Xingyue, asking what she wanted.

The private message was sent less than a minute ago.

Ai Liang's phone received another video call request from Yang Xingyue.

This time he answered.

"Ai Liang, are you not busy right now?" Yang Xingyue asked cautiously.

If you want to know if I'm available, shouldn't you ask first before calling?
Ai Liang sighed, "I had time. I was just picking up my school uniform and didn't take my phone with me."

"Hey? You guys are getting school uniforms too? What a coincidence, us too."

Yang Xingyue excitedly held her phone away and showed off her Neihua Experimental Middle School uniform: "We have two sets of uniforms, one for summer and one for winter. What about yours?"

The school uniforms of Neihua Experimental Middle School are similar in style to those of Qianhua Experimental Middle School.

Yang Xingyue is currently wearing a dark blue knitted vest, which is similar to Ai Liang's winter school uniform.

Ai Liang glanced at the khaki school uniform wrapped in a transparent packaging bag on the table: "It's the same here, just a different color."

"Oh, I see. At first, I thought high school uniforms would be like junior high school uniforms, which are all sportswear."

At this point, Yang Xingyue's face flushed slightly, and her gaze wandered: "Um... how about it?"

"Qianhua Experimental Middle School does not have a rule that requires students to wear school uniforms to school. I plan to try it again after school."

Ai Liang pointed the camera at the table: "From the outside, it doesn't look much different from your school uniforms..."

That's not what I meant.

Yang Xingyue held up her phone shyly: "What I want to ask is... is my school uniform suitable for me...?"

Yang Xingyue's voice grew softer and softer, until the last half of her sentence was almost a whisper.

Although her voice was very soft, for some reason, Ye Qing and Yi Wenna behind her could hear it.

Even Ai Liang's unnamed deskmate seemed to be waiting for her to answer, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Faced with the shy Yang Xingyue and the onlookers' curious gazes.

Ai Liang's expression remained unchanged: "Isn't Qi Hua right beside you? Wouldn't it be more convenient for you to have her check if it fits?"

"Pfft, cough, cough..."

The student next to him was drinking water and choked quite a bit when he heard this.

Ai Liang glanced at her deskmate, whose name seemed to be Chen Zili.

Chen Zili and Ai Liang met eyes, then quickly looked away and focused their attention on the history book.

They put on an image of being hardworking and diligent.

Ye Qing and Yi Wenna exchanged a glance behind them.

Originally, Yi Wenna wanted to take advantage of Ai Liang's phone call to deliberately show her face and cause him trouble.

But it seems... whether it's exposed or not makes no difference?
Yi Wenna thought to herself, 'Ai Liang doesn't seem to have that kind of relationship with the girl on the phone, hmm... at least I can be sure it's not him.'

'If I had deliberately acted intimately and moved closer, wouldn't he have used me as a shield?'

'That was close! I almost became a tool!'

"Sigh, that's exactly what you'd say, Ai Liang."

Yang Xingyue sighed.

It's unclear whether she felt relieved or regretful for not hearing the evaluation.

"So what exactly do you want from me?"

Ai Liang changed the subject and continued asking.

"He just wanted to talk to you, you jerk! Get a grip on the atmosphere! You're such a clueless straight man!"

Ai Liang's blunt remarks were so outspoken that even Yi Wenna couldn't stand it anymore.

Her initial amusement turned into deep sympathy for Yang Xingyue.

Because Yi Wenna seemed to see her own reflection in Yang Xingyue.

She glanced at Ye Qing discreetly.

'I understand, liking someone like that must be exhausting.'

However, in reality, Yang Xingyue had long been used to Ai Liang's indifference.

"It's nothing, I just have two questions I'd like to ask you..."

Yang Xingyue quickly pulled out the tricky exercises she had prepared beforehand.

In order to have a legitimate reason to launch an attack on Ai Liang... to ask for help with study problems, Yang Xingyue, with the help of Yue Qihua, prepared a whole notebook full of difficult questions.

Without a valid reason, Ai Liang would definitely hang up the phone without hesitation and chat in the group.

Therefore, exercises are necessary.

It's like before launching an invasion, you always need to find an excuse to cover up your actions.

No matter how absurd or unrealistic the excuse may seem.

But it must be there.

Seeing Ai Liang and Yang Xingyue discussing serious study issues.

The onlookers stopped focusing on Ai Liang and went about their business.

The half-hour break between classes flew by as we discussed the problems.

Five minutes before class started, the history teacher walked into the classroom early with a stack of test papers.

Ai Liang stopped her at the right moment: "Class is about to start, let Qi Hua teach you the rest first."

"Well, thank you."

Yang Xingyue looked at her phone and smiled happily.

Before she could admire Ai Liang's face for even a moment longer...

Ai, the Iron Warrior, hung up the video call without a second thought.

"We will have a short quiz in the next hour and a half. The test will cover the content of the first two lessons. You can open the book. Please be prepared."

"That's what the history teacher said."

"Huh? Wasn't the last class a story lesson?"

"Yeah, why do we have to take exams?"

"Damn it, I didn't take any notes in the last class."

The class erupted in chaos as soon as they heard that Wang Zhenghao was going to test them on what he had covered in the previous lesson.

The student who loved taking notes looked relieved.

And those students who didn't take notes.

I regretted it after hearing that it was an open-book exam.

Based on the students' summaries of the teaching methods in the advanced classes over the past few days.

This history test will definitely be just like the math homework; even if it were open-book, I doubt I'd find many useful facts.

But the history teacher didn't care about any of that: "Don't worry, most of the test questions are fill-in-the-blank questions, the same ones I asked you in the last class."

If you listened attentively to others' answers when I asked questions in the last class, you would have passed this part alone.

So, there are still quite a few open-ended questions, and they're based on the stories you told?
The students who had been listening to the first two lessons as if they were biographies were now completely distraught.

We agreed it was just a story, but it turned into an exam in the blink of an eye?

What about trust between people!
"Teacher, what kind of punishment will I receive if I fail?"

Ai Liang's deskmate raised his hand and asked.

"Personally, I'm not comfortable with deliberately punishing students for failing a grade."

The history teacher's attitude relieved many in the class.

If it's just a simple test, then it's fine.

But things can take unexpected turns: "I will send the list of students who failed to your homeroom teacher, and he will decide how to handle it."

Blanch!
You despicable scoundrel!
(End of this chapter)