Peerless Cupid System

"Oh!" Huan Yue suddenly realized. "Young man, you have awareness, that deserves encouragement, keep it up!"

After sitting down, Ling Ziqian took out all the practice sheets that had been handed out before.

Without exception, all the practice sheets were blank.

Ling Ziqian had never had the idea of ​​studying seriously before, not to mention that there was no learning atmosphere in Class 12!

Picking up his pen, Ling Ziqian ignored his surroundings and began working on the problems.

The main reason why Ling Ziqian became so proactive was not actually to find out about Cupid.

Instead, when Dou Xiaorong came home from school yesterday afternoon, she said dejectedly that she was an ugly duckling who would never become a swan, which greatly affected Ling Ziqian.

Ling Ziqian made up his mind to help Dou Xiaorong lose weight.

Since Huan Yue said that Dou Xiaorong's deskmate is a high-quality flirting target, flirting with that girl can earn more flirting points than ordinary people!

Ling Ziqian, who desperately needs ambiguous points to help Dou Xiaorong lose weight, naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass him by!

To get close to that girl, you have to be friendly with her. That's the reason for transferring classes and the reason why Ling Ziqian is so proactive!

After completing several test papers, Ling Ziqian felt a chill run down his spine.

As he had imagined, although he had a photographic memory, he still had to memorize by rote.

Faced with political, historical, and geography exam papers, Ling Ziqian was able to answer 90% of the questions.

But when faced with a math problem that required changing the formula, he was stumped.

There aren't enough examples in the textbook, and the answers in the workbook have already been taken away by the teacher.

Ling Ziqian had never bought any reference books, let alone had any class notes for reference.

"Let's borrow Xiao Rong's class notes," Huan Yue suggested to Ling Ziqian.

"Mm." Ling Ziqian nodded and stood up from his seat.

Ou Cuisang was in class when Ling Ziqian suddenly stood up, leaving her confused.

Ling Ziqian, who had been working diligently, didn't even notice that class had started.

He didn't even know which class it was now.

Seeing Ou Cuisang staring at him with a puzzled look, Ling Ziqian quickly covered his stomach and pointed outside.

Ou Cuisang nodded speechlessly, thinking to herself, "Lazy people have too much to do."

Ling Ziqian quickly left through the back door, walked downstairs, and headed towards Class 1.

When Ling Ziqian reached the classroom door of Class 1, he realized that Class 12 was having class, and Class 1 was having class too!

Class 1 is having a math class. An old man with gray hair and a short stature stands below the podium, watching the students do problems on the blackboard.

Ling Ziqian's sudden appearance at the classroom door drew the attention of the students in the class.

The old man turned around in confusion and saw Ling Ziqian.

Su Mingxi, whose hair was tied in a ponytail, smiled and patted Dou Xiaorong, "Your childhood sweetheart came to find you. Why was he in such a hurry?"

Dou Xiaorong was happy to see Ling Ziqian appear, but her shyness outweighed her joy. She lowered her flushed cheeks, feeling extremely resentful, "What is that idiot doing running over here at this time?"

Seeing the old man looking at him, Ling Ziqian scratched his messy hair on his head, feeling embarrassed.

The old man knew Ling Ziqian wasn't a student in Class 1. "Excuse me, is there something you need?"

Ling Ziqian nodded, "I came to borrow my class notes..."

Before Ling Ziqian could finish speaking, the boy who was working on the problem on the blackboard suddenly spoke up, "Teacher, I can't do it."

The old man turned around and saw that the boy had only written a solution under the question and then nothing else. He was so angry that he glared at him.

"Yang Wenxing, if you can't even solve a problem like this, you can forget about ever talking about getting into Tsinghua University!"

"Teacher, difficulties are temporary, but we must still have ideals." A boy named Yang Wenxing put down the chalk and said this with a smile, which made the students in the class cheer.

The old man looked displeased. He glanced at the whole class and asked, "Does anyone know how to do this problem?"

No one knew that all the students in the class lowered their heads in shame, not daring to meet the old man's cloudy eyes.

Ling Ziqian felt ignored and was somewhat speechless.

The situation in Class 1 is not good. Let's come over after class.

Ling Ziqian turned and left.

However, upon hearing footsteps, the old man turned around and called out to Ling Ziqian, "Boy, stop right there!"

"Huh?" Ling Ziqian turned around, wondering why the old man had called him.

"You just said you came to borrow class notes. Since you're so eager to learn, take a look at this problem and try to solve it."

Ling Ziqian was dumbfounded when the old man said those words.

Before he could refuse, the old man pulled him into the classroom, shoved a piece of chalk into his hand, and pushed him to the front of the question on the blackboard.

"Ah, he's dead, he's dead..." Dou Xiaorong covered her eyes tightly, unable to bear watching such a scene. How could she, his childhood sweetheart, not know how capable Ling Ziqian was!

"What's wrong?" Su Mingxi asked curiously.

Dou Xiaorong raised her tear-streaked face and cried to Su Mingxi, "That guy is a student from Class 12!"

Su Mingxi's expression immediately became interesting. She looked at the figure standing on the podium and lost all expectation for that guy with the messy hair.

The students in Class 1 whispered among themselves, very curious about who that guy with the messy hair was.

Some gossipy students recognized Ling Ziqian and knew that he was the guy who confessed his feelings to a girl last week and was humiliated as a result.

Negative rumors about Ling Ziqian spread throughout the class, and Dou Xiaorong turned ashen-faced when she heard them.

Ling Ziqian stood in front of the blackboard, oblivious to the whispers behind him. The more he looked at the question, the more familiar it seemed…

Chapter 12 Dare to yell like that, or you'll regret it!

The students in Class 1 all learned about Ling Ziqian's deeds and that he was a student in Class 12.

Many people shouted that Ling Ziqian should step down and not waste everyone's time.

Dou Xiaorong's face turned deathly pale one moment and then ashen the next.

She was worried about Ling Ziqian and disgusted by the group of classmates who made a ruckus in class.

Su Mingxi gently patted Dou Xiaorong's back and softly comforted her.

The people who slammed Ling Ziqian off the stage chanted slogans in unison.

Just then, Ling Ziqian raised his hand and began writing numbers with the chalk in his hand, answering the question.

"Xiao Rong, he's started answering the questions, and it seems like he can do them!" Su Mingxi excitedly shook Dou Xiao Rong.

"Really?" Dou Xiaorong looked up, staring in disbelief at Ling Ziqian writing.

Ling Ziqian wrote very slowly, one number at a time.

The jeers behind him didn't lessen because he was doing the problem; in fact, they grew louder.

No one had high hopes for Ling Ziqian.

Ling Ziqian's speed increased.

As he finished writing, he seemed to be writing with divine inspiration, his words flowing like dragons and phoenixes.

After writing down the last number, Ling Ziqian turned around and put the chalk away.

He then realized that the commotion in the class was an attempt to get him off the stage, and he immediately felt embarrassed.

The old man remained silent until Ling Ziqian finished answering his question, at which point he turned around and looked at the students in the class.

The students who had been making a fuss in the class, when faced with the old man's gaze, felt as if they had been doused with cold water, and could no longer keep up their energy.

"Is this the quality of the most outstanding class in the senior year of Shilian Middle School, the humanities class?" the old man asked the students in the class in a cold voice.

"Ninety-nine percent of your class will be able to get into university. After graduating, you will either enter companies or government. You will be the pillars of the future society. But your quality is like this. This makes me worry about the future of the country."

When the old man said those words, the usually arrogant students of Class 1 immediately lowered their heads.

They firmly believed they had a bright future, but the old man shattered their hopes.

The old man looked at Ling Ziqian standing on the podium and gave him a kind smile. “I have always been against the school’s practice of grouping students by grades. Thank you for proving me right, student. You from Class 12 have really slapped those people in the face!”

Upon hearing what the old man said, the students in Class 1 gasped in shock.

They weren't stupid; they were all quite clever, so they naturally understood what the old man meant.

Ling Ziqian from Class 12 solved the difficult problem on the blackboard!

How can this be?

The proud students of Class 1 refused to believe it.

The old man smiled at Ling Ziqian and asked, "Student, how did you solve this problem?"

Ling Ziqian scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, "I happened to have seen a similar question before, and then I solved it by copying the same method."

A collective gasp of realization rippled through the class; everyone understood that Ling Ziqian had simply been lucky.

But the old man glanced sideways at the students in the class and said, "Why don't you guys have this luck? If you don't do a lot of practice problems regularly, how can you expect to have good luck at this time?"

The old man belittled all the students in Class 1, but he was actually praising Ling Ziqian.

Ling Ziqian was extremely embarrassed, as he had only just encountered this question.

"If he's so good, why is he in Class 12 instead of Class 1?" someone said.

“Just because he wasn’t serious enough before doesn’t mean he won’t try now.” The old man smiled and looked at Ling Ziqian. “Didn’t you hear him? He came to borrow class notes. Which of you would be tempted to borrow notes during class time?”

The arrogant guys in Class 1 were immediately speechless.

Ling Ziqian was extremely embarrassed; this old man had praised him way too much!

The old man walked to the podium, picked up his lesson plan, and stuffed it into Ling Ziqian's hand. "You want to borrow my class notes? I'll lend them to you. I believe you have the ability to get into Class 1!"

The old man smiled kindly and patted Ling Ziqian's shoulder affectionately.

Ling Ziqian quickly nodded his thanks, then left with the old man's lesson plan in his arms.

Dou Xiaorong didn't come to her senses until Ling Ziqian left.