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The classroom was filled with chatter.

Jiang Che sat back down, his gaze fixed on the registration form in the class monitor's hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Although he has only just registered, he has already imagined what the future will look like.

In September, a gentle breeze blows along the shores of Weiming Lake in Beijing, and the reflections of the teaching buildings sway in the water.

Su Qinghe, dressed in a simple white dress, held a few books in her hands and stood quietly under the shade of a tree, waiting for him.

Her eyes should have been healed by then.

Her eyes are peach blossom eyes, very beautiful. They will regain focus, curve into beautiful crescent moons, and be filled with him.

She would have enjoyed top-notch educational resources at the best age, just like all other ordinary college students, instead of struggling at the bottom of society as a blind masseur or a street beggar.

Just thinking about this scene filled Jiang Che with excitement and anticipation.

For him, this match was a ticket to his and Su Qinghe's future.

"This is insane, absolutely insane."

Compared to Jiang Che's composure, Wang Kai's reaction was the same as that of many other classmates, with a look of incomprehension and surprise on his face.

He stared at the name on the registration form, clicking his tongue in amazement, then turned to look at Jiang Che, who was sitting next to him, chin in hand, lost in thought. He couldn't understand why Jiang Che was doing this at all.

"Jiang Che, what's gotten into you? That's a marathon, you can kill someone."

Jiang Che snapped out of his reverie upon hearing Wang Kai's voice, pulled out the textbook he needed for the next class from his desk drawer, and said, "I know what I'm doing."

"You have a lot of farts to count."

Wang Kai continued rambling on, "I know you're in good health, but running a kilometer is completely different from long-distance running."

"Most of the participants in this marathon will definitely be sports students. They run like wild dogs on the track every day to train their endurance. What do you have to compete with them?"

Jiang Che replied slowly, "What are you fighting for? Of course, it's fighting with all your might."

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Wang Kai looked at Jiang Che as if he were an alien, and he reached out his hand to touch Jiang Che's forehead.

Jiang Che slapped the chubby hand away. "You don't have a fever."

Wang Kai rubbed the back of his hand, unable to figure out what could have caused his good friend to suddenly become like this.

He glanced down at the forum page on his phone screen, which was still open, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Is it because of Su Qinghe?"

"clever."

Jiang Che didn't even look up, flipping through his book as he replied, "You know she's got the brains to get into Peking University like it's nothing. If I don't work hard, what am I supposed to do, stay in this lousy place and study at a third-rate university while she goes to Beijing?"

Wang Kai opened his mouth but didn't say anything; the reason sounded irrefutable.

Previously, everyone thought Jiang Che was just a rich second-generation who could live a life of leisure and idleness, with a family fortune and the ability to simply lie down and do nothing for the rest of his life.

Even during the two years Jiang Che pursued Lin Wanwan, and even though Lin Wanwan had good grades, Jiang Che never seemed to put any effort into his studies.

But now, because of Su Qinghe's appearance, Jiang Che has changed.

"But Brother Che," Wang Kai scratched his head, looking troubled, "Peking University's special admissions program for sports does lower the admission scores, but it's still Peking University."

"Your academic scores should at least be above the first-tier university admission line, but your current score..."

He didn't say the rest, but Jiang Che could guess what he meant.

After all, his current grades are barely enough to get into a second-tier university, let alone a first-tier university.

To get into Peking University, this last period will likely involve immersing oneself in countless days and nights of practice problems.

However, since Jiang Che had made up his mind to go to Peking University with Su Qinghe, he had the perseverance to make it happen.

"So I'm starting to learn now."

Although he spoke casually, there was no hint of joking in his eyes.

Wang Kai remained silent for a few seconds. He had never seen Jiang Che take anything so seriously before.

It seems he has truly fallen for Su Qinghe.

"Okay," Wang Kai nodded, smiled, and said, "Since you've already made your decision, then I'll definitely support you."

"I happen to have a few sets of used review materials with my notes on them. If you don't mind, I can bring them all to you tomorrow."

Wang Kai spends a lot of time with Jiang Che, so he's a bit carefree and doesn't look like a top student.

But in fact, his grades are quite good, consistently ranking in the top fifty of his grade, a true academic star.

Now that his brother has realized he needs to improve, no one is happier than him.

Jiang Che glanced at him. "Thanks."

The school bell rang.

This is a math class.

The math teacher, sporting a receding hairline, walked into the classroom carrying his textbooks.

Normally at this time, Jiang Che would either be fast asleep at his desk or playing games behind a pile of books, never even glancing at the blackboard.

The math teacher was used to it; as long as this guy didn't disrupt class, he always turned a blind eye.

Today is different.

When the teacher first entered the classroom, he would habitually scan the students sitting below. When his gaze swept over Jiang Che, he clearly saw that Jiang Che had taken out his textbook.

However, he didn't take it to heart until in class, when he wrote a big problem on the blackboard and turned around to call someone up to solve it—

His gaze swept over the last row, and then he froze.

Jiang Che stared wide-eyed at the blackboard, a pen in his hand, occasionally scribbling on the draft paper.

Has the sun risen in the west?

The teacher adjusted his glasses, thinking that his eyesight was failing due to old age.

Take one more look.

That's right, it's Jiang Che.

His earnestness was even greater than that of the top students in the front row.

A surge of inexplicable emotion welled up in the math teacher's heart, and his voice unconsciously became a little louder as he lectured.

For a full forty-five minutes.

Jiang Che stood up straight, never looking at his phone or yawning once.

He remembered Su Qinghe saying that her strength was in science, while he happened to be weak in science, but his Chinese and English were okay.

So as long as he makes up for his basic math, physics, chemistry, and biology at school, he can completely solve the remaining difficult and strange problems by asking Su Qinghe for help at home.

During the day, he studied the basics at school, and at night he would go home and have Su Qinghe give him extra tutoring.

It allows you to learn and develop relationships at the same time.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Thinking of his sweet and gentle little girl at home, Jiang Che tightened his grip on the pen.

I can't let my wife get away now that I've got her.

……

The bell rang to signal the end of the third period.

This was the first time Jiang Che had ever experienced how tiring it could be to listen attentively to a lecture. He put down his pen and shook his slightly sore wrist.

He hadn't used his brain so intensely in a long time, and now that he relaxed, his head was throbbing for a moment.

Jiang Che gently massaged his temples to relax while taking out his phone from the desk drawer to check the time.

It's 10:50 now, and there's one more class before school ends.

I wonder what someone in my family is doing right now. Are they listening to audiobooks or watching videos on their phone? Or are they taking classes and studying?

Jiang Che couldn't help but picture Su Qinghe's beautiful and delicate face, and all his fatigue seemed to dissipate, restoring his fighting spirit.

So he picked up the pen on the table again and continued to immerse himself in the sea of ​​questions.

A burst of chattering voices came from the front row of the classroom.

Lin Wanwan was holding a small mirror and touching up her makeup while sitting in her seat.

Although she was humiliated in front of everyone by Jiang Che during morning reading and cried, she had to admit that this woman's mental fortitude was indeed formidable.

After only two classes, she had already adjusted her mindset and resumed her status as the class beauty, like a proud peacock.

Two girls were standing by her desk.

These two were Lin Wanwan's best friends, and they often ate and drank with her. Naturally, they came to stand up for their master.