You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Since Lao Li went to the conference room, where did Su Qinghe go?

Before the dean of students could speak again, Jiang Che hurriedly thanked him and then turned and disappeared into the corridor leading to the office building.

There were more students in the corridor, and groups of two or three students in school uniforms passed by.

Jiang Che walked against the flow of people, his eyes darting around anxiously as he frantically searched for that familiar figure in the crowd.

Although people were coming and going all around, there was no trace of Su Qinghe.

If Su Qinghe fails the exam, the principal will most likely force her to return to the humanities class.

Oh, right, it's a humanities class!

Jiang Che immediately changed direction and rushed towards Class 31, where Su Qinghe had originally been.

But when he actually arrived at the entrance of Class 11, Jiang Che scanned the people inside three or four times, but still couldn't find a trace of Su Qinghe.

Where did she go?

Jiang Che walked briskly through the teaching building and office building, even wandering around the women's restrooms on each floor, but after a long day of work, he still found nothing.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the image of Su Qinghe hiding in a corner and wiping away tears after being wronged. He began to suspect that the little girl had failed her exam and couldn't stand the principal's harassment, so she left the school directly.

The more Jiang Che thought about it, the more agitated he became. He took out his phone from his pocket, opened Su Qinghe's WeChat chat, tapped a few times on the keyboard, and then angrily deleted everything.

This is, after all, a school. If Su Qinghe is with her teachers right now, and he sends her a message rashly and the teachers hear it, it will only cause her more trouble.

After searching around without finding anyone, Jiang Che had no choice but to return to the classroom of Class 1, Grade 12.

Time flew by and it was time for the third period.

As the crisp school bell rang, the noise outside the corridor quickly subsided, and students returned to their classrooms in twos and threes to prepare for class.

This class happened to be Mr. Li's math class.

The students opened their math textbooks and sat up straight in their seats.

Under the watchful eyes of dozens of students, Mr. Li walked into the classroom as usual, carrying his math lesson plan under one arm and a thermos in the other.

But just after Old Li came in, a slender and tall figure followed him in.

When the face of that figure was clearly seen, the once quiet classroom instantly erupted into a series of suppressed gasps and gasps of surprise.

The boys' eyes widened in unison, their gazes fixed on the girl on the podium, unable to look away.

The girl who walked onto the podium wore a loose blue and white school uniform, but it still couldn't hide her curvaceous and graceful figure.

She had a face so beautiful that no one could find any flaws; her skin was as white as snow, and her long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall.

She exudes an aloof and unapproachable aura, like a white lotus growing atop a snow-capped mountain.

This girl is Su Qinghe.

Jiang Che was sitting in the back row of the classroom, originally looking down at his math workbook. Hearing the commotion around him, he also raised his eyelids to look over.

The moment their eyes met, Jiang Che was slightly taken aback. The heart that had been hanging in his chest for so long finally settled down.

Old Li on the podium cleared his throat and tapped the lectern twice with the blackboard eraser to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Quiet down."

After the classroom quieted down again, Mr. Li scanned the students around the class, then pointed to Su Qinghe next to him, "Let me introduce you all. This is Su Qinghe. Starting today, she will officially transfer to our Senior Three Science Class 1 and fight alongside you all to prepare for the college entrance examination."

"Su Qinghe, could you please give everyone a brief self-introduction?"

Su Qinghe stood on the podium, her cold gaze sweeping over the crowd below.

In front of outsiders, Su Qinghe always maintained a cold and aloof demeanor, which she had before dropping out of school.

There was no hesitation or unnecessary expression on her face.

He just looked calmly at the dozens of people sitting below the stage.

"Hello everyone, I am Su Qinghe."

They wouldn't utter a single more word than those seven simple words.

Another commotion and whispers erupted from below.

The boys were captivated by Su Qinghe's aloof and elegant demeanor, and they all fantasized about having some kind of interaction with this legendary academic genius and school beauty.

Old Li was already used to Su Qinghe's personality. Before the classes were divided in the first year of high school, he was the one who taught Su Qinghe's class math.

He smiled nonchalantly, then scanned the classroom, looking for a suitable empty seat.

"Su Qinghe, you can go ahead now..."

Old Li's gaze fell on the middle left of the classroom, where there was an empty seat next to a girl. "You can sit there for now. After the mock exam, we'll rearrange the seating for the whole class."

Following the direction of Old Li's finger, the selected girl straightened her back, somewhat flattered, and then looked at Su Qinghe with expectant eyes.

However, Su Qinghe only glanced at the location Old Li mentioned before looking away.

She stood still, then her clear, cool voice rang out in the quiet classroom, "Teacher, may I sit in that seat?"

As she spoke, she raised her fair and slender arm, extended her index finger, and pointed straight towards the back row of the classroom near the window.

The eyes of the entire class immediately turned in the direction she was pointing.

That direction was directly in front of Jiang Che's seat.

This seat was originally occupied by a boy, but he was suspended from class for fighting a while ago, so the seat became vacant.

Sitting next to him was Zhao Wenyu, the class's Chinese language representative.

For a moment, the crowd below the stage began to whisper among themselves, all wondering why Su Qinghe had chosen to sit next to Zhao Wenyu.

At this moment, Jiang Che's eyes widened slightly as he looked at the calm-eyed girl on the podium, his brows twitching slightly.

Okay, okay, so you're going to use the bug of the three-point agreement with him, right?

Indeed, although their agreement yesterday mentioned that they couldn't sit at the same desk, it didn't mention that they couldn't sit in front of or behind each other.

Although Jiang Che saw through Su Qinghe's little tricks, there was nothing he could do about it, and he could only sit in his seat and rage helplessly.

He frantically sent signals to Su Qinghe with his eyes, indicating that she should not do anything reckless and should quickly obey the arrangement to sit next to that girl.

Su Qinghe's gaze followed everyone across most of the classroom and landed on Jiang Che's face.

Her gaze lingered on Jiang Che for only a second before she casually looked away, treating him as an insignificant stranger, without a trace of emotion in her eyes.

After looking away, Su Qinghe turned to look at Lao Li and gave her reason in a flat tone, "That seat is by the window. I like to sit by the window because it's well-ventilated and helps me concentrate."