You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

"Wanwan, look at that person over there."

One of the short-haired girls pointed in Jiang Che's direction with her chin and said in an exaggerated tone, "I saw him taking notes the whole time in class, pretending to be serious."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanwan paused in her hand holding the powder compact. She glanced at the back row through the reflection in the small mirror.

Jiang Che was looking down at the collection of wrong questions in his hand, his profile was cold and hard, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

His focused expression possessed an indescribable charm that was even more captivating than usual.

Lin Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. How come she had never noticed before that Jiang Che was quite handsome when he was serious?

"I saw it too," another long-haired girl chimed in. "When I passed by the office just now, I heard the math teacher praising him, saying that Jiang Che has turned over a new leaf."

"Tch, what prodigal son returning home?"

The short-haired girl scoffed and looked at Lin Wanwan meaningfully, "I think this is just a pretext."

Lin Wanwan closed the powder compact. "What do you mean?"

"Think about it, Wanwan."

The short-haired girl lowered her voice, a knowing look on her face, and asked, "Who in our class has the best grades? Whose goal is a top university like Peking University?"

Lin Wanwan subconsciously straightened her back. Her grades were indeed quite good, with a current score of around 630 or 640. Moreover, Peking University was indeed her goal.

"Jiang Che never studied before, why has he suddenly changed his ways today?"

The short-haired girl continued her analysis, "Why did you have to start learning right after you broke up with Zhang Yang? What does that say?"

The long-haired girl's eyes lit up, and she blurted out, "That means he wants to go to the same university as Wanwan!"

"Yeah!" The short-haired girl clapped her hands. "He must know that he wasn't good enough for you before, so now he's desperately trying to improve himself and stand on the same level as you."

Lin Wanwan was stunned; this logic seemed to make perfect sense.

Jiang Che might have humiliated her in that way just to get her attention.

Men, after all, have self-esteem.

Being dumped was bound to be frustrating, and the fact that she publicly announced her relationship with Zhang Yang made him feel like he had lost face, which is why he used such an aggressive way to express his dissatisfaction.

Now it seems she's really angry, but she doesn't want to lose the opportunity completely, so she's started working hard to improve herself.

Is this what they call a "wife-chasing crematorium"?

Lin Wanwan felt the anger that had been building up inside her all morning instantly dissipate, and a secret sense of triumph quickly spread throughout her body.

I see. I knew it. How could anyone really stop loving someone overnight?

Lin Wanwan was Jiang Che's goddess for two whole years, so what was Su Qinghe?

She was just a tool Jiang Che used to annoy her.

Lin Wanwan tidied her hair, and her reserved yet proud smile returned to her face.

"Alright, that's enough."

She waved her hand dismissively, feigning magnanimity, "Since he wants to learn, then let him learn."

"If he can change his ways, I might consider giving him a chance."

The two best friends exchanged a glance and began to flatter each other without saying a word.

"Wanwan, you're so generous."

"That's right, it's Jiang Che's good fortune to have met you."

Although the voices of the group were not loud, many students had left the classroom at this time, making it much quieter, so their voices could be heard in the back row.

Wang Kai was so angry he almost vomited blood. He turned around and saw Jiang Che struggling with a physics problem, seemingly without any anger at all.

"Brother Che." Wang Kai poked Jiang Che's arm with his pen cap.

"What?" Jiang Che asked without looking up, drawing a force analysis diagram on the draft paper.

"Can you hear those dogs barking up ahead?"

Jiang Che paused, then finally looked up, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Who? What dog?"

He genuinely didn't hear it.

My mind was completely focused on solving the problem, so I didn't have time to pay attention to those irrelevant noises.

Seeing his expression, Wang Kai couldn't help but burst out laughing. "It's okay, you can continue calculating your friction."

Some people's confidence is like dog poop on the street.

Even if you don't step on it, it will ferment and develop its own flavor under the sun.

……

The last class was English.

The English teacher is a young woman who graduated less than two years ago, and her teaching style is lively.

Although Jiang Che's English foundation was decent, after all, he often traveled abroad and his spoken English was fine, his written English was a complete mess.

He patiently listened to the entire lesson, which included the subject, verb, object, attributive, adverbial, and complement.

As soon as the bell rang and the teacher said "Class is over," Jiang Che stuffed his books into his bag, slung his backpack over one shoulder, and dashed out like an arrow.

It moved so fast that it stirred up a gust of wind wherever it went.

The wind messed up the hair of the sports committee member who had just stood up to go to the toilet.

"Holy crap, are they in such a hurry to be reincarnated?" The sports committee member ruffled his hair.

Wang Kai shook his head as he packed his schoolbag, "No, no, I'm rushing back to feed the cat."

My clingy blind cat at home is probably meowing with hunger by now.

Jiang Che ran wildly out of the school gate and straight into a private restaurant across the street.

The proprietor was sitting behind the counter doing accounts when he saw Jiang Che come in. He greeted him with a smile, "Oh, Young Master Jiang, how many people are in your party today? We've reserved a private room for you."

"Need not."

Jiang Che took a breath, leaned against the counter, and said, "Take it to go."

He glanced at the menu on the wall.

Su Qinghe is physically weak and is still menstruating, so she cannot eat too much oily or spicy food.

Director Hu also mentioned that we should increase our nutrition to prepare for the surgery.

"A serving of yam and pork rib soup, stewed until very tender."

"A simple stir-fried vegetable dish, with little oil and salt."

"And another sweet and sour spare ribs, please add extra sugar to this one."

The little girl loves sweets.

After thinking for a moment, he added, "I'd also like another order of braised pork belly, the kind with a good balance of fat and lean meat, and two boxes of rice."

He is a carnivore; without eating meat, he has no energy to study, let alone take care of others.

"Okay! Please wait a moment."

The boss quickly called out to the kitchen.

Within ten minutes, six takeout boxes were neatly stacked on the counter.

Jiang Che scanned the code to pay, picked up the bag, and left.

The wind outside was a bit strong, so he tucked the bag into his coat and tried to block the wind with his school uniform jacket, afraid that the food would get even a little cold.

It was already 12:30 when I got home.

Jiang Che stood in front of the door and habitually reached into his pocket.

The left side is empty, while the right side only has the tactile feel of a mobile phone.

Jiang Che was taken aback for a moment. He touched his shirt pocket again, but still found nothing.

Oops.

He was in a bit of a rush when he left home this morning and forgot that he had put his keys in the pants he wore yesterday.

Jiang Che looked at the closed door in front of him and sighed helplessly.

Fortunately, Su Qinghe was home. If he had lived alone before, he would have had to call a locksmith.

Jiang Che raised his hand and gently tapped the door twice with his knuckles.

dong dong——

After waiting for a while, there was no sound from inside the house.