Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

The two-day exam ended amidst the bleakness of autumn rain.

The rain fell in a fine, dense drizzle, and the yellow leaves, soaked by the rain, fluttered down, covering the ground with varying shades of withered yellow. The air was filled with a cool, damp chill.

The results came out quickly.

When the report cards were posted on the classroom wall, the noise was filled with a mix of joy and regret.

Qi Yang's gaze lingered on the numbers next to her name, searching for it line by line, and she found it quickly.

Her eyes lit up.

He ranked twelfth in his class and thirty-second in his grade.

This result was far better than she had expected before the exam. She looked up the list and, unsurprisingly, her gaze fell on the top spot, where Chen Zuo's name was prominently displayed.

Qi Yang then looked at the scores of the two people in each subject, a small gleam of joy appearing in her eyes.

Her English score was two points higher than Chen Zuo's, but her math and physics scores were still lower. Even so, Qi Yang was very satisfied, and her eyes and brows were full of undisguised joy.

"What are you looking at so happily?"

A clear male voice sounded behind her, and Qi Yang turned around abruptly to see Chen Zuo standing behind her.

Qi Yang immediately turned around, her eyes sparkling, "My English score is higher than yours."

She said this with a hint of girlish pride.

Chen Zuo chuckled, "Really? Then I'll have to give you a good compliment."

As he spoke, he handed over what he was holding. Qi Yang took it; it was two cups of taro boba.

Having spent so much time with him, Qi Yang had come to understand him to some extent. She asked, "Don't you not drink sweets?"

Chen Zuo said, "I also brought a drink for your deskmate. I hope she'll say a lot of good things about me."

Qi Yang squinted her eyes and said sweetly, "You're so thoughtful."

Her voice was already soft, but now it rose with a smile, as sweet as honey, seeping into one's heart. He gritted his teeth, "How come I never noticed before that you have such a sweet tongue?"

Chen Zuo's gaze darkened slightly as he glanced at her crimson lips without making a sound. Before he could say anything, a light voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Qi Yang, my classmate."

The two turned around at the same time. Xia Nian had appeared beside them at some point, holding a notebook in her hand. Her gaze swept quickly between Qi Yang and Chen Zuo as she explained softly, "The homeroom teacher wants you to go to the office."

Qi Yang was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded, "Okay, thank you."

Xia Nian nodded slightly and walked past them.

Qi Yang turned to Chen Zuo and said, "Then I'll go first."

"Okay." Chen Zuo took the milk tea, held it up, and said, "I'll put it on your desk first."

Qi Yang jogged to the office. The homeroom teacher was behind her desk with a report card and a lesson plan spread out in front of her. When she saw Qi Yang come in, she waved to her.

Qi Yang walked over. "Teacher, you wanted to see me?"

The homeroom teacher glanced at the well-behaved girl in front of her, her usually stern face softening slightly. "I've seen your grades this time. You've made great progress, a remarkable improvement in the entire grade."

The homeroom teacher looked pleased. "I remember your math foundation wasn't very strong before, but after this exam, I can see that your performance is becoming more and more stable. Chinese and English are your strengths, so keep up the good work in those two subjects, as well as math and physics."

She paused, glanced at the report card next to her, and said, "You got 105 in math this time, right?"

Qi Yang nodded, but the smile on her face faded slightly.

"There is still a lot of room for improvement in this score. Teacher Zhou said that you did not lose many points on the basic questions, mainly on the medium-difficulty questions. It is already very good to be able to do this at this stage. If you can improve the accuracy of the medium-difficulty questions, it is possible to reach 120 or above in math."

Qi Yang listened attentively, the initial excitement of her progress slowly subsiding. She nodded, "I understand, thank you, teacher."

The homeroom teacher nodded, "If you keep this up, and give it your all later, getting into a top school isn't impossible."

Top schools.

A few words gently rippled in Qi Yang's heart.

"Alright, go back now. By the way, I heard from other teachers that your performance in class is quite good. You still need to put in more effort in private. For subjects like math, don't be shy about asking questions if you don't understand something. You can also ask your classmates for help."

Qi Yang responded with a "Okay," and the homeroom teacher let her go back.

Qi Yang gently closed the door.

Most of the students in the classroom were either working on their problems or chatting quietly. The taro balls on the table were still warm, and they felt cozy in my hand. There was also a sticky note hidden in the paper bag, with Chen Zuo's handwriting on it, his strokes sharp and forceful.

"Remember to praise me."

Qi Yang couldn't help but chuckle, peeled off the sticky note, folded it, and stuffed it into her pocket. Ji Tingyu had just returned from the restroom when she saw Qi Yang's lovestruck expression. She narrowed her eyes and said, "What are you laughing at? Isn't it autumn? Why are you acting like you're in love?"

Qi Yang quickly suppressed her smile and forced a serious expression, "I didn't."

Ji Tingyu joked, "You're laughing so hard your teeth are practically falling out, and you still haven't shown any signs of it."

Qi Yang's face flushed, and she handed over the milk tea. Ji Tingyu asked in confusion, "When did you buy this?"

Qi Yang whispered, "Chen Zuo gave it to me."

"There's a share for me too," Ji Tingyu said with satisfaction. "Not bad, you've done a good job as a member of the family."

"What do you mean by 'family home'?" Qi Yang said shyly.

In the back rows of the classroom, Xia Nian had an English reading comprehension exercise spread out in front of her. Her pen was suspended in mid-air, untouched for a long time. The English letters seemed to be jumping around, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything.

She closed her eyes, her mind filled with images from last night.

A teacup shattered in the living room, documents scattered all over the floor, and her mother's red-rimmed eyes.

The argument was so loud that even with her headphones turned up to the maximum volume in her room, she couldn't drown it out. She went outside and saw her mother sitting on the sofa, propping her head up weakly. Hearing the noise, her mother looked up, her eyes tired, and beckoned her over.

Xia Nian silently moved her feet and sat down.

Her mother took her hand and sighed, "I'm sorry, I bothered you again."

"Your dad and I have been arguing for half our lives. Our values ​​just don't align, and we can't live together. If Mom wants a divorce, will Niannian support me?"

Xia Nian remembered feeling like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat at the time. She didn't know what to say, so she just nodded.

Her mother forced a smile at her, "So, who does Niannian want to be with?"

......

Xia Nian opened her eyes, blinked hard to force back the moisture in her eyes, and looked down at her ranking marked in red on her report card. She was fifteenth in her class, a drop from the last time.

Xia Nian took a deep breath and closed the workbook.

She knew the reason: her parents had been arguing more and more frequently in the past two weeks, leaving her overwhelmed and mentally exhausted. She was often distracted in class and suffered from insomnia at night.