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

This reason sounds perfectly reasonable and leaves no room for criticism.

Old Li knew that Su Qinghe wanted to sit there because of Jiang Che. He looked at the seat and saw that Zhao Wenyu was sitting next to her.

As the class representative, she had decent grades and was generally honest and well-behaved, never causing trouble.

It's not that we can't arrange for people to be placed there.

"Alright, since you like sitting by the window, then you can sit there." Old Li nodded, agreeing to Su Qinghe's request.

Amidst the envious and jealous gazes of the boys, Su Qinghe strode down from the podium with her long legs, carrying her schoolbag.

She walked straight through the classroom aisle without looking to either side, heading directly to the back of the classroom.

After walking to the seat in front of Jiang Che, she stopped, pulled out the chair, and sat down quietly and gracefully.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't even spare a single glance for Jiang Che in the back row.

Zhao Wenyu, who sat next to her, pushed up his glasses. He was clearly surprised that the school's most famous ice queen would choose to sit with him instead of having a female deskmate.

Even though Zhao Wenyu usually appears calm, at this moment, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

The faint fragrance wafting from beside me made me feel a little distracted.

After Su Qinghe sat down and took out her books and arranged them neatly, Old Li turned around, picked up the chalk, and began writing today's blackboard notes.

"Students, please turn to page 120 of your workbooks. Today we will continue our review of conic sections..."

Old Li on the podium quickly immersed himself in teaching, imparting knowledge fluently and eloquently.

But Jiang Che, sitting in the audience, couldn't hear a single word.

He had been restless and unable to concentrate during the first two classes because he was worried about Su Qinghe's exam.

Now, I know the exam results, but who would have thought that this little girl would disobey and sit in the seat in front of me?

The two were less than half a meter apart.

After taking a few deep breaths, Jiang Che forced himself to focus his attention on the blackboard.

But every time his gaze was about to fall on the blackboard, without exception, it would fall on the slender figure in front of him, as if it were beyond his control.

Su Qinghe sat very upright, her back straight, her long, black hair cascading down her swan-like neck, the ends of which brushed against the back of her chair.

A gentle breeze blew into the classroom through the open window, carrying the faint fragrance of her hair into Jiang Che's nostrils.

Jiang Che was all too familiar with this smell.

Ever since he took Su Qinghe home, he has fallen asleep every night surrounded by her sweet fragrance.

Jiang Che knew very well that his willpower was not very strong, in fact, it was quite weak, especially when facing Su Qinghe.

Now, with just a slight effort in his breathing, the sweet aroma would flood his mind, constantly stimulating his nerves and making his already restless mind even more agitated.

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. If they were deskmates, he could at least secretly hold hands under the table to ease his restless mood.

What else can we do? He made this choice himself, so we just have to accept it.

Unlike Jiang Che's torment, Zhao Wenyu, sitting next to Su Qinghe, felt as if he were floating on clouds.

Although he was the class representative for Chinese, his grades were only barely above average in the class, yet he always pretended to be a diligent and studious student.

To put it bluntly, it's just fake effort to deceive yourself.

He was fairly good-looking, and in a science class where most men and women were of average appearance, he was quite popular with the girls in the class.

Over the course of my three years of high school, I received a few love letters, though not many, and none of them were genuine.

It was all a prank played by boys who couldn't stand Zhao Wenyu's arrogant appearance.

However, Zhao Wenyu was completely unaware of this matter. Every time he received a love letter, he would deliberately pretend to be very surprised to attract the attention of the students around him.

Then, after glancing at it twice, he showed a disgusted expression, tore the love letter to shreds, and threw it into the trash can.

Zhao Wenyu had always looked down on the group of science girls in his class. Not only were their grades not as good as his, but they were also all short and ugly, and just looking at them made him feel nauseous.

He even felt that being liked by these girls was a kind of pollution to him.

But Su Qinghe is different.

She's the school's undisputed ice queen, not only is she incredibly beautiful, but she also exudes a cool and aloof aura that easily ignites boys' desire to conquer her.

The fragrance wafting from beside him made Zhao Wenyu feel his ears burning, and he gradually lost his ability to concentrate on the lesson.

He greedily stole glances at Su Qinghe's fair and delicate profile out of the corner of his eye.

A delicate nose, long eyelashes, and a flawless, porcelain-like face...

She's more than a million times better than the girls in the class.

As the saying goes, "being near the water tower, one gets the moon first," Zhao Wenyu was already secretly calculating in his mind. Since Su Qinghe took the initiative to sit next to him, it meant that she did not dislike him.

What do transfer students need most when they arrive in a new environment? It's the help of their classmates.

As long as he demonstrates his knowledge and thoughtfulness in front of her, how could he not win over this iceberg?

He refused to believe that any woman in the world could resist his gentleness and handsomeness.

The thought of his former icy beauty now nestled in his arms, whimpering and acting coquettish, made Zhao Wenyu grin from ear to ear.

Once he made up his mind, Zhao Wenyu didn't want to waste a moment and immediately took action.

He first glanced at Su Qinghe, who was studying diligently, then deliberately pretended to be puzzled and moved his workbook closer to Su Qinghe.

"Su, the second question about conic sections is a bit tricky, I didn't quite understand it, could you please help me?"

Unexpectedly, Su Qinghe completely ignored Zhao Wenyu's "humbly seeking advice".

He kept his eyes glued to the blackboard, sometimes looking down to work out formulas on scratch paper, sometimes taking out the answer key from his workbook to work on the solution process.

He completely ignored Zhao Wenyu sitting next to him, treating him like he was invisible.

Zhao Wenyu was left feeling awkward, and the smile on his face froze.

However, he was not discouraged by this, and simply thought that Su Qinghe was shy and embarrassed to talk to boys in class.

Yes, that must be it.

Soon, Zhao Wenyu's second opportunity came.

Old Li wrote a question on the blackboard, saying it was a variation of a challenging question from previous years' college entrance exams, and asked everyone to think about it on their own first.

Zhao Wenyu pretended to look at the questions for a while, and when he saw that the time was right, he moved closer to Su Qinghe again, still putting on a humble and eager-to-learn look.

"Su, do you think it's okay to approach this problem by finding a coordinate system transformation? Could you help me check if my approach is correct?"