The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 4 Zhang Muchen, the Sigma Man [Please recommend and add to your favorites]

"Master, what do you think of this move?"

No sooner had Zhang Muchen’s resounding refusal fallen than Lin Wentao’s deskmate, Chen Hao, couldn’t help but nudge him with his elbow and ask in a low voice.

"I think this move is called 'feigning weakness to lure the prey'."

Lin Wentao pushed up his glasses, his tone resolute.

Lin Wentao, male, is one of Zhang Muchen's friends.

He has a nickname—Master Advisor.

This nickname comes partly from his mature appearance. But the more important reason is that he always likes to give advice on how to date, offering suggestions like a relationship expert.

Although she has never had any romantic experience herself, she is always engrossed in the pleasure of teaching others.

A dating expert, but with no track record of success.
This is Zhang Muchen's evaluation of him.

As for his deskmate Chen Hao, Zhang Muchen's evaluation was only two words.

Licking the dog.

Evaluation complete.

"Playing hard to get? Are you serious?" Chen Hao looked at him with suspicion.

Lin Wentao, the advisor, waved his hand dismissively and said, "You don't understand. This is called tactical preparation. First, refuse to create a cold and aloof persona, and then find an opportunity to show your personal charm."

"Isn't he afraid the teacher will just move him to another seat?" Chen Hao asked, his face full of doubt.

“That’s what you don’t understand.” The advisor pushed up his glasses, looking inscrutable. “Zhang Muchen’s English is superb; he was the only one who got all the listening comprehension questions right last time. What about Chu Jiuli? Her English is just so-so, which is why she didn’t get first place in the grade.”

Chen Hao nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite, and echoed, "So?"

"So, Teacher Liu arranged this on purpose. Otherwise, why do you think Zhang Muchen and Chu Jiuli would end up sitting at the same desk?" The advisor analyzed confidently. "Teacher Liu is going to use Zhang Muchen to help Chu Jiuli improve her English. This is a done deal, and no matter how much Zhang Muchen refuses, it won't make a difference."

"Then why did he refuse?" Chen Hao asked, even more confused, his brows furrowed.

“That’s where the brilliance lies.” The advisor lowered his voice, a glint of wisdom in his eyes. “His refusal was a deliberate snub. First, he acted like he didn’t care, to pique Chu Jiuli’s interest, and then he slowly made his move. It’s called putting on a virtuous facade before acting like a bitch, understand?”

"Oh, I see." Chen Hao suddenly realized, then sighed in frustration, "Damn it, why can't I learn these things?"

The advisor patted Chen Hao on the shoulder with a regretful expression and said earnestly, "Even if you learn it, it's useless. This move requires good looks. There's still a gap in appearance between you and Zhang Muchen."

"Your uncle's!"

Chen Hao blushed with anger and immediately began to vigorously rub the advisor's thigh, causing the latter to cry out in pain.

The interactions between boys are always so simple, unpretentious, and full of love.

However, the fight between the advisor and Chen Hao was just a minor incident in a corner of the classroom. What truly attracted attention was Zhang Muchen, who stood there calmly.

All eyes in the class fell on him, and whispers rose and fell.

"Holy crap, this is an inversion of the Heavenly Gang!"

"Give it to me! Give it to me! I'd love to be the school beauty's deskmate!"

A cacophony of noise erupted in the classroom, and Liu Wuyang's face instantly darkened, her eyes flashing with anger.

This Zhang Muchen really doesn't know what's good for him!
"Zhang Muchen, you don't want to sit, do you? If you don't want to sit, then go stand by the wall!" Liu Wuyang frowned, her pretty face full of dissatisfaction.

"I arranged a seat for you to improve your grades, but instead, you're acting like a big shot!"

Zhang Muchen wasn't flustered at all. He lazily gave an "oh," picked up his textbooks and test papers, and leisurely walked to the wall. He stood against the wall, his expression still somewhat nonchalant.

"I'll just stand there, I'm not going to sit next to her anyway."

As soon as Zhang Muchen finished speaking, the classroom fell into a deathly silence, and everyone was stunned.

Two seconds later, someone suddenly shouted, "Holy crap, Sigma Man!" This sentence ignited the entire room, and everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

It turns out those videos I saw online are actually real! Zhang Muchen is the real-life projection of the Sigma Man!

The boys' gazes suddenly became complex, a mixture of shock and a subtle admiration.

Zhang Muchen's actions instantly elevated him to legendary status.

Chu Jiuli, who was sitting in the front row without saying a word, was already in a state of shock.

She looked down and flipped through her notes, appearing calm on the surface, but in her mind she was thinking through all the bad things she had done in her life.

"What did I do to offend him?" she asked herself, clutching the pen cap.

Unfortunately, she didn't know that Zhang Muchen's reason for refusing was simply because she was too "tsundere" towards her younger sister.

The quiet murmurs in the classroom spread like ripples on the water.

Although the voice wasn't loud, Liu Wuyang had very sharp ears and heard every word clearly.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that ten minutes had already been wasted; if she dragged it out any longer, the lesson would never be finished.

Liu Wuyang's eyes darkened, and she grabbed a piece of chalk from the teacher's desk, aimed it at Zhang Muchen who was standing by the wall pretending to flip through a math test paper, and threw it decisively.

"Snapped!"

The chalk tip struck Zhang Muchen's shoulder precisely, leaving behind a cloud of white dust.

Zhang Muchen was startled and paused for two seconds before looking up at Liu Wuyang: "Teacher, isn't this a personal attack?"

"Count my ass!" Liu Wuyang glared at him coldly, pointing her finger at the wall. "Stand there, and from now on, you'll stand in my classes! Stand until you can get this test right!"

Liu Wuyang suppressed her anger. "Open the test papers. In this lesson, we'll go over the mock exam from the day before yesterday. Our class average score this time was average, with a particularly severe gap between high and low scores. The high and low scores were overwhelmingly concentrated, while the middle scores were pitifully low."

At this point, she suddenly looked up, her gaze locking onto Zhang Muchen, who was standing by the wall: "Zhang Muchen, stand up straight and stop shaking your leg!"

Liu Wuyang's face was full of anger, but she felt a mixture of love and hate for this student.

His English grades were outstanding, but math was his weakest area. Most importantly, he was very smart, and although he could have done better, he simply didn't focus on his studies.

As a young teacher who took on a second-year high school class in her first year after graduation, Liu Wuyang wanted to produce an impressive report card to prove her teaching ability. But dealing with Zhang Muchen, this troublesome student, was giving her a real headache.

She composed herself and continued explaining the problem.

However, Zhang Muchen, standing against the wall, had no interest in the math test. Tucked inside the test paper was a bill, a record of his recent earnings from selling snacks and running errands.

For Zhang Muchen, making money is more interesting than studying.

Money is easiest to earn at school.

This is Zhang Muchen's business acumen.

Although he doesn't have exceptional business acumen, he can easily trigger a buying frenzy by simply selling some snacks.

With favorable timing, location, and people, they made a fortune.

While checking the bills, he pondered what kind of goods he should stock next to improve sales.

Just then, a yellow wad of paper suddenly hit him squarely in the face.

Zhang Muchen was stunned for a moment, then looked up and met Chu Jiuli's gaze.

Chu Jiuli merely glanced at him with her cool, clear eyes before turning back to her test paper as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow and casually kicked the crumpled paper back to his feet. While Liu Wuyang turned around to write on the blackboard, he quickly bent down, picked up the paper, and secretly unfolded it.

The crumpled paper was a sticky note with the words written on it:

Neuropathy! ! !
(End of this chapter)