Peerless Cupid System

With one point of ambiguity lost, Cupid smiled sweetly.

"Little brother, keep up the good work!" Cupid-chan released Ling Ziqian's hand.

"..." Ling Ziqian nodded dejectedly and went into his room.

Taking a deep breath to change his mood, Ling Ziqian took out the test paper from his backpack.

Like a bulldozer, it conquered a thick stack of exam papers.

The home environment is nice and quiet.

After lunch, Yu Meiren pulled Cupid into the room for a nap.

Ling Ziqian didn't go to school. He called Dou Xiaorong, worried that she might be waiting for him at the entrance of the residential area.

Today, Ling Ziqian could be said to have been immersed in a sea of ​​questions all day.

Last night, he wrote down all the knowledge, and then spent the whole day today digesting it.

Even with a photographic memory, doing problems continuously is still extremely tiring.

Yu Meiren got up in the middle of the night, planning to launch a surprise attack on Cupid.

She noticed that the light was still on in Ling Ziqian's room, so she tiptoed over.

They thought Ling Ziqian was watching porn, and then they caught him red-handed.

However, when Yu Meiren opened the door, she saw Ling Ziqian asleep on the desk covered with test papers.

Why are you suddenly working so hard?

Yu Meiren didn't understand, but she smiled with relief.

Unable to lift Ling Ziqian, she could only drape a blanket over him, stroke his messy hair, and then turn off the light and leave.

Ling Ziqian slept on the table all night, and when he woke up the next day, his whole body ached.

I took a shower in the bathroom and finally felt better.

As she dried her hair, Huan Yue's voice rang out, "What's the schedule for today?"

Ling Ziqian's answer was simple: "Transfer to another class!"

After packing his backpack, Ling Ziqian went downstairs.

Yu Meiren quickly grabbed him, "You need to eat breakfast! How can you not eat breakfast!"

Seeing the pastries on the table, Ling Ziqian rolled his eyes. "I've been eating that kind of stuff since I was a kid, I can't stand it anymore!"

Yu Meiren wasn't angry; instead, she chuckled, "I think you're not tired of the food, but rather enjoying a lovingly prepared breakfast!"

She let go of Ling Ziqian and urged him to hurry up so as not to keep the girl waiting.

Dou Xiaorong waited at the entrance of the residential area as always.

When he saw her take out the pink lunchbox, Ling Ziqian remembered Yu Meiren's words about the loving breakfast, and he blushed a little.

He and Dou Xiaorong were very close, having grown up together. Ling Ziqian often overlooked her gender.

When he was with her, Ling Ziqian didn't feel as nervous as he did when he was with other girls.

"Is it not tasty?" Dou Xiaorong asked, noticing Ling Ziqian's downcast head.

"No." Ling Ziqian shook his head and smiled. "Auntie is really skillful. The fillings for her steamed dumplings are different every day."

Dou Xiaorong smiled secretly to herself, without saying anything.

Upon entering the school, Ling Ziqian went straight to the teachers' office.

Pan Dongyang eventually transferred schools and left. Should I give him a call?

He dared to tackle himself in front of so many people on the sports field. What would happen if he were alone with me?

Ou Cuisang is like a teenage girl, sentimental and thoughtful.

A voice rang out, breaking the lingering imagery that was gradually forming in her mind.

"Teacher Ou!"

"..." Ou Cuisang was startled again. She turned her head and saw Ling Ziqian, her face immediately darkening. "What, it's you again!"

I don't know why Ou Cuisang is in such a bad mood so early in the morning.

Ling Ziqian scratched his head and smiled, "Teacher, you said yesterday that you agreed to let me transfer classes. If Class 1 is willing to accept me, I can go to Class 1, right?"

Ou Cuisang nodded with a dark expression, wondering if there was something wrong with Ling Ziqian.

You're clearly a student from Class 12, yet you're always thinking about going to Class 1. What good will it do you if you go to Class 1? Will you transform into a dragon and ascend to heaven?

After receiving Ou Cuisang's affirmation, Ling Ziqian thanked her and left.

Watching Ling Ziqian leave, Ou Cuisang suddenly remembered that Ling Ziqian hadn't come to school yesterday afternoon.

Thinking of this incident, Ou Cuisang recalled what other teachers had said, mentioning that a certain student surnamed Ling from Class 12 had shone brightly in Class 1's class.

Could it be Ling Ziqian?

Ou Cuisang pulled out Ling Ziqian's monthly exam report card, looked at it carefully, and revealed a cold smile.

Just kidding, it couldn't possibly be him!

Chapter 14 I am a gentleman, not a barbarian!

After leaving the office, Ling Ziqian went straight downstairs and entered the teachers' office on the first floor.

The homeroom teacher of Class 1 works in this office.

Ling Ziqian didn't know which one was the homeroom teacher of Class 1, but he saw the little old man from yesterday.

Ling Ziqian took out his lesson plan from his backpack and walked over with it.

Upon seeing Ling Ziqian, the little old man with gray hair smiled and asked, "Have you finished reading?"

Ling Ziqian nodded. "I've finished reading it."

"Is there anything you don't understand?"

“No.” Ling Ziqian shook his head. “The lesson plan is very detailed and easy to understand.”

The old man smiled broadly, "Since you say so, then I'll have to test you!"

Ling Ziqian was not afraid of the test, and he nodded.

Since Ling Ziqian had already nodded, the old man naturally couldn't just say it.

He quickly wrote a problem on the draft paper, then stood up and gestured for Ling Ziqian to sit down and do the problem.

Ling Ziqian did not sit down; he picked up his pen and quickly answered the questions.

The old man was extremely surprised to see Ling Ziqian answer the questions so smoothly.

Yesterday, when Ling Ziqian was doing his homework, he dawdled for a long time before he started writing. But now, he hardly thinks at all.

That's a thick lesson plan, did he manage to digest it all?

The old man was quite surprised!

After finishing the questions, Ling Ziqian spoke first, seizing the initiative. He was worried that the old man would ask too many questions, "Teacher, who is the homeroom teacher of Class 1?"

"Are you looking for Xiao Cui?" The old man stretched out his hand and pointed to a woman in her thirties.

Given his age, it is only natural to add the word "younger" to those younger than him.

Ling Ziqian smiled and thanked him, then took a deep breath and walked over nervously.

The woman had shoulder-length short hair and was diligently writing a lesson plan.

Ling Ziqian called out nervously, "Teacher Cui."

Cui Qiuzhen looked up and saw Ling Ziqian. She frowned slightly; this wasn't her student. "Classmate, what can I do for you?"

“I want to transfer to another class,” Ling Ziqian quickly answered. “I want to transfer into Class 1.”

"Which class are you in?" Cui Qiuzhen asked curiously.

Class 12.

Cui Qiuzhen was speechless, feeling that this student was wasting her time.

Normally, some parents would call or try to use their connections to get their children into Class 1.

If the grades are acceptable, Cui Qiuzhen will reluctantly accept it.

But if her grades aren't good, even if the school leaders intervene, Cui Qiuzhen won't accept it.

An elite class should act like an elite class!

Now, a student from Class 12 ran over, clamoring to transfer to Class 1, and Cui Qiuzhen tried to wave him away.

The old man sitting not far away was delighted when he heard what Ling Ziqian said.

Seeing that Cui Qiuzhen wanted to send Ling Ziqian away, the old man quickly stepped forward and said, "Little Cui, this is the student from Class 12 in my class yesterday."

Hearing the old man say that, Cui Qiuzhen became somewhat interested in Ling Ziqian. "I heard you're very good at math?"

Just as Ling Ziqian was about to answer, the old man handed a piece of draft paper to Cui Qiuzhen, saying, "I pondered this problem all morning, and he solved it in half a minute."

Cui Qiuzhen nodded. Being affirmed by the old man meant that Ling Ziqian had some ability.

After opening the academic affairs system on the computer, Cui Qiuzhen clicked on the score statistics page of Class 12 and found Ling Ziqian's appalling score.

The old man looked at it curiously, and his expression suddenly became quite interesting, as if he had seen a ghost.

Ling Ziqian was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.

“I’m not trying to reject you. Class 1’s doors are always open. It’s just that your score…” Cui Qiuzhen didn’t say anything hurtful.

“Those were my past achievements. The me now is different from the me before,” Ling Ziqian said, taking a deep breath.

"The September monthly exams just ended, how come you're different now?" Cui Qiuzhen asked curiously.

Ling Ziqian forced a smile and said, "I've been studying hard lately."

Cui Qiuzhen looked at the old man speechlessly.

The old man's smile was forced. Seeing Ling Ziqian's grades, he knew why Ling Ziqian was in Class 12.