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

Zhao Wenyu quickly made a decision in his mind.

He wanted to show off his extensive knowledge in front of Su Qinghe, severely suppress Jiang Che, this academic failure, and let Su Qinghe know who the truly cultured boy was!

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Wenyu cleared his throat and deliberately raised his voice a few decibels, hoping to attract the attention of the people at the table.

Seeing that none of the four people paid him any attention, his thick skin immediately activated its immunity to awkwardness buff, and he then tried to talk to Su Qinghe, bypassing Jiang Che, "Um... Su Qinghe, I noticed that you were writing the questions pretty fast during class just now. You must have started self-studying before you changed majors, right?"

Seeing that Su Qinghe completely ignored him, Zhao Wenyu, still immune to embarrassment, continued to show off: "Didn't we get a physics mock exam in the last class? I tried the last question, and it was quite difficult."

"Especially the second sub-question of the last big problem, do you think... using the work-energy theorem as a starting point would be a bit too complicated?"

"Personally, I think the solution to this problem would be much clearer if we first used Newton's second law and then combined it with kinematic formulas. What do you think?"

After saying that, Zhao Wenyu deliberately glanced at Jiang Che with a provocative and contemptuous look, secretly sneering to himself: Heh, Jiang Che, a poor student, probably can't even understand the question, right?

He wanted to see how this good-for-nothing would dare to interrupt!

However, upon hearing Zhao Wenyu's "grand talk," Jiang Che was inwardly rolling his eyes.

Could this kid get any more ridiculous...?

Jiang Che's grades have been visibly improving rapidly under Su Qinghe's tutoring recently.

Moreover, Su Qinghe specially found many hellish competition problems and forced him to write them. At first, he couldn't even understand the problems, but Su Qinghe would patiently explain the problem-solving process to him and guide him to answer them again and again.

Even after completing each question, Su Qinghe would use Doubao AI to generate several variations for him to solve.

Over time, Jiang Che gradually accepted this intensity of practice problems. When he looked back at the basic problems, his problem-solving strategies and speed had clearly improved significantly.

The question Zhao Wenyu just mentioned is at most a common, medium-to-high difficulty question type found in the college entrance examination.

Anyone who has done a little bit of practice problems can solve this problem with their eyes closed by simply applying the formula.

That's it?

This guy actually had the nerve to show off in front of Su Qinghe with such a basic question that didn't even deserve the title of "final challenge"?

Jiang Che was able to maintain his serious expression, but he couldn't help it anymore. His lips twitched violently, and he almost burst out laughing.

This is as ridiculous as a primary school student who has just learned addition and subtraction within ten running up to a professor of advanced mathematics to show off that he calculated 1+1 correctly.

"Hey, Che, what are you laughing at?" Su Qinghe keenly noticed the smile on Jiang Che's lips and leaned over to ask in a low voice.

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of a joke." Jiang Che suppressed a laugh, picked up a piece of pork rib from his plate, and casually put it into Su Qinghe's bowl. "Come on, eat more meat. Didn't you say you were going to be my healer? You need to be full to have the strength to use your skills."

Hearing this, Su Qinghe's face flushed slightly, and she smiled sweetly, "Yes, A-Che, you eat too..."

As she spoke, she picked up a piece of shredded potato with her chopsticks and carefully placed it on Jiang Che's plate.

The two of them fed each other without a care in the world, chatting in hushed tones about playing games when they got home that night.

As for Zhao Wenyu, who was still eagerly waiting for Su Qinghe to discuss "advanced physics problems" with him...

They both tacitly treated it as a wisp of transparent air.

Zhao Wenyu's smug expression froze instantly. He stared blankly at the couple in front of him, mouth agape, chopsticks in hand.

He felt as if an invisible, resounding slap had landed hard on his face.

Embarrassment, anger, and utter shame.

At this moment, Zhao Wenyu felt like a self-directed and self-acted idiotic clown. Not only did no one want to watch his performance, but he was also forced to eat a mouthful of sour and stinky dog ​​food!

"Grass……"

Zhao Wenyu cursed inwardly, his face turning bright red. He couldn't eat another bite of food and could only lower his head, sitting there like a punching bag, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

……

Time quickly passed and it was afternoon.

During the first class, most students hadn't yet recovered from their afternoon nap, so even after class, the classroom was still filled with a drowsy and lazy atmosphere.

Su Qinghe put down her pen, gently rubbed her slightly sore wrist, and then got up and left her seat.

The girl's slender and graceful figure quickly disappeared at the classroom door.

The moment Su Qinghe left the classroom, Zhao Wenyu, who was sitting in the front row, immediately turned around to face Jiang Che.

He pushed up his glasses, casually draped his arm over Jiang Che's desk as if they were old friends, and asked in a low voice:

"Hey Jiang Che, I have a question for you."

Jiang Che was concentrating on solving the problem and had finally reached a crucial step when Zhao Wenyu's voice suddenly rang in his ears, instantly cutting off the train of thought that had finally come to him.

He raised his head unhappily, his eyes cold as he stared intently at Zhao Wenyu in front of him.

Zhao Wenyu didn't notice the hint of disdain in Jiang Che's eyes. He cautiously glanced around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he continued to ask Jiang Che in a low voice:

"Um... what exactly is your relationship with Su Qinghe?"

Hearing this question, Jiang Che looked at Zhao Wenyu with some confusion and asked in return, "Why are you asking this?"

"Stop pretending. You two sat together for lunch in the cafeteria today, and you even teamed up to give me the silent treatment. How could your relationship be anything but normal?"

At this point, a hint of jealousy flashed in Zhao Wenyu's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"However, I noticed that you two were only a bit intimate when you sat down to eat lunch together. At other times, you weren't that close, so it doesn't seem like that kind of relationship... So I wanted to confirm it."

Jiang Che looked at his face, which seemed to say "I want to dig up gossip," and couldn't help but find it amusing.

Alas, there are always some ordinary men in this world who think that just because they've read a couple of extracurricular books and become class representatives, they've become wise men who can see through everything.

Jiang Che recalled the "three rules" he had agreed upon with Su Qinghe yesterday.

Although we no longer need to pretend to be strangers, our publicly known relationship can only be "ordinary friends".

If you told Zhao Wenyu now that Su Qinghe sleeps with her arms around his waist every night, he'd probably have a heart attack on the spot.

Jiang Che replied lazily, "Oh, you mean Su Qinghe? We're friends, what's up?"