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

Seeing that the time was right, Jiang Che suppressed a laugh and said, "Oh, Qinghe, Class Representative Zhao meant well, let's not talk about it..."

"By the way, where did you go? I happen to have a physics question I'd like to ask you, it's about the motion of an inclined plane..."

When Jiang Che suddenly asked about the question, Zhao Wenyu was immediately delighted.

Here it comes! Jiang Che is finally going to start setting the stage for him!

He pricked up his ears, even holding his breath, eagerly anticipating Jiang Che's next sentence: "Actually, Class Representative Zhao is quite knowledgeable about these kinds of questions. Why don't we hear his opinion?"

however……

Jiang Che pulled out a workbook and naturally moved closer to Su Qinghe, and the two of them started discussing it as if no one else was around.

"Look here, isn't the force analysis here a bit cumbersome if we follow the conventional approach?"

"Hmm, we can use the infinitesimal method to handle this. A-Che, your approach is correct, but you were a little careless in your calculations..."

When Su Qinghe talks about studying, her tone always becomes gentler, especially when she is facing Jiang Che, where her coldness has long since dissipated.

The two chatted enthusiastically, from force analysis to dinner, from formula derivation to whether they should keep a cute husky at home in the future.

Zhao Wenyu, who was listening from the front, was completely numb.

He waited for a full ten minutes!

In those ten minutes, Jiang Che brought up physics, biology, and even the fact that the shredded potatoes in the cafeteria didn't have ginger in them...

But he, Zhao Wenyu, was not mentioned at all!

The bottle of iced tea stood there all alone on Jiang Che's table corner, as if mercilessly mocking Zhao Wenyu's foolishness.

Zhao Wenyu was so angry he almost crushed the ballpoint pen in his hand.

Is this what you call "putting in some effort"? Is this what you call "speaking well of him"?

This is a complete waste of his iced tea!

At this moment, Zhao Wenyu felt an intense urge to snatch the iced tea back.

If it weren't for Su Qinghe being there, forcing him to maintain his magnanimous and gentle image, he would have done it long ago.

And so, Zhao Wenyu sat there feeling miserable all afternoon, unable to find even the slightest opportunity to question Jiang Che.

As if she had anticipated that Zhao Wenyu would cause trouble for Jiang Che, Su Qinghe quietly sat in her seat and did her homework for the remaining classes, except for the one during the break between classes.

Finally, the school bell rang.

According to the three rules of the agreement, Su Qinghe and Jiang Che cannot enter the school gate at the same time when they go to school, and they also need to walk separately after school.

After packing her things, she looked back at Jiang Che with some reluctance.

He then gave Zhao Wenyu a cold look before walking away.

No sooner had Su Qinghe left than Zhao Wenyu turned around, his face already extremely grim.

"It's not Jiang Che! What do you mean?!"

Because there were still classmates in the classroom, Zhao Wenyu kept his voice down even as he roared, out of consideration for his image.

But that didn't stop him from staring intently at Jiang Che with his eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.

"Was my bottle of iced tea just wasted? You had such a great opportunity, you talked to her for so long, you could have at least mentioned me once! Why didn't you say a single word?"

Faced with Zhao Wenyu's anxious and questioning tone, Jiang Che calmly closed his book, picked up the unopened bottle of iced tea, weighed it in his hand, and then gave him a look as if he were an idiot.

"Oh, Lao Zhao, this is something you just don't understand."

Jiang Che sighed, deliberately adopting the air of a seasoned veteran in love, and slowly shook his head with an air of profound mystery: "Your way of pursuing someone is too low-level."

"Think about it carefully. Who is Su Qinghe? She's the school's undisputed ice queen! Even if I'm her friend, what do you think she'd think if I suddenly mentioned your name?"

Seeing Zhao Wenyu's furrowed brows and puzzled expression, Jiang Che, with a hint of exasperation, bluntly revealed the truth: "She'll definitely think I'm taking bribes from you and acting as a matchmaker for you."

"Given her personality, once she has this thought, she will only develop a stronger aversion to you, and she might not even speak to you again."

"So, bro, do you think I'm helping you or hurting you?"

After being fooled by Jiang Che's words, Zhao Wenyu was truly stunned.

He blinked, and his mind, which had been somewhat clouded by anger, actually began to make sense after Jiang Che's "twisted logic" stirred things up.

"Then... then what do you mean?" Zhao Wenyu asked hesitantly.

Jiang Che patted him on the shoulder, his tone deep: "High-level situations often only require the simplest groundwork."

"I talked to her for so long about all sorts of random things just to lower her guard and let her get used to the presence of the guys around us."

"When the time is right, I'll casually mention, 'Hey, actually, Class Representative Zhao is quite hardworking.' Think about it, wouldn't that be a hundred times more effective than saying it directly now?"

"You have to do things step by step, bro. You can't rush things, you know?"

Zhao Wenyu was completely bewildered by Jiang Che's series of logical arguments.

He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that what he said did make some sense...

Su Qinghe's personality is indeed different from that of ordinary girls. An iceberg won't melt instantly; it really takes time.

It seems I misunderstood Jiang Che.

"Oh, I see... Oh, brother, I'm so sorry, I was too impulsive just now."

Zhao Wenyu scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, then produced a bottle of iced tea from who-knows-where and slammed it onto Jiang Che's table.

"This bottle is for you too! Good bro, I was short-sighted earlier. Keep it up, my happiness depends on you!"

Jiang Che looked at the two bottles of iced tea on the table, which cost a total of six yuan, and the smile he had been suppressing for so long was finally about to burst out.

This guy is really something else. He thinks he can get help to win over the most beautiful and aloof girl in the whole school by offering a six-yuan iced tea?

Jiang Che glanced at the still bright sky outside and wondered why Zhao Wenyu was already dreaming before it was even nighttime.

"No problem, no problem. Class Representative Zhao's business is my business. You can rest assured that I will handle it."

Jiang Che was completely immersed in the joy of teasing Zhao Wenyu, the fool. He suppressed the urge to grin wildly and solemnly pulled the bottle of iced tea closer to himself, indicating that he would definitely help to the end.

Zhao Wenyu was completely fooled by his honest appearance and believed him without a doubt.