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Now that school is over and the school is cleared out, where are the classes for students from other schools to attend?

He had worked as a security guard at Chongming Middle School for almost ten years and had seen all sorts of things: people climbing over walls to access the internet, using excuses to deliver things and date, forging leave slips... But he had never seen anyone come to a public school in such a grand manner to attend a training course.

"Nonsense!" the security guard said sternly. "School's been over for ages; outsiders aren't allowed in!"

He had already imagined a whole drama unfolding in his mind: it must be a teacher who's gone crazy for money, making extra cash by using the school's free facilities, even daring to bring students from other schools in. If the principal finds out, he, the gatekeeper, will also have his bonus deducted!

He watched the group of students from other schools warily.

"It's not a training institution..." the boy in the green jacket from the Experimental High School exclaimed anxiously, "It's something within your school! We've all paid for it!"

You've already paid?!

The security guard got even more excited upon hearing this. Good heavens, this is solid evidence! A public school illegally charging fees for using their premises—they're incredibly audacious!

"Even if you pay, it's no use! Chongming Middle School absolutely does not allow students from other schools to attend tutoring classes!" The security guard waved his hand, his voice firm and unwavering, blocking the turnstile with an air of authority. "Get out of here, get out of here! Don't force me to kick you out!"

The eleven people looked at each other in bewilderment.

The girl with the ponytail muttered under her breath, "Could it be on purpose? Keeping us out so they can skip today's class?"

"It can't be that bad..."

"Who knows? What if they just want to sell the notes? Once they get the money, they won't attend class?"

Some people began to waver.

After all, they had spent most of the night reading the "Zhou Style Manual" after getting it last night, and the more they read, the more they felt that they only vaguely understood many parts. They had originally planned to ask Su Zhou for advice in person today, but they didn't expect that they couldn't even get into the school gate.

"How about... we make a phone call?"

"Who should I call? I called Zhao Zixuan's number, but he didn't answer!"

They became anxious, but dared not force their way in, and could only stand anxiously by the security booth.

Just then, a person walked out of the school gate.

"Principal Ma! These ten or so students from other schools insist on coming in for classes, and they even said they've paid money. I suspect that some of our teachers are illegally charging fees to run tutoring classes!" The security guard shouted immediately after recognizing the people who had come in.

Ma Jianguo paused, turning his head to look at the group of colorful students at the school gate.

"Who are you looking for?" Ma Jianguo asked, his hands behind his back.

The students exchanged glances, feeling both scared and anxious. The other principal had actually come. What if things escalated and Su Zhou was in trouble?

But not saying it isn't an option either; if we keep putting it off, today's lesson will be completely ruined.

The boy in the blue and white school uniform of No. 3 Middle School stepped forward with a forced smile: "We're here to find Su Zhou."

"Su Zhou?"

Ma Jianguo raised an eyebrow, and something suddenly popped into his mind.

Zhang Hengyuan came to see him the day before yesterday, saying that Su Zhou wanted to borrow the multi-functional classroom in the main building for a while, and that he wanted to provide math Olympiad tutoring for students from other schools.

He signed the document out of respect for Zhang Hengyuan, but to be honest, he didn't take it seriously.

A 13-year-old student is teaching a class to students from another school?

It didn't sound very reliable. He thought that at most two or three people would come, symbolically explain a couple of questions, and then leave after a few days when the novelty wore off.

Why did so many people come?

Moreover, they were all staring longingly into the school gate, not like they were there to play.

"Principal Ma!"

A voice came from the campus. Zhao Zixuan ran to the gate, his schoolbag still hanging on one shoulder, panting.

"Hello, Principal Ma." Zhao Zixuan greeted everyone respectfully before saying, "These students are here for Su Zhou's math tutoring class. The classroom was applied for with the help of Coach Zhang Hengyuan; it's a multi-functional classroom on the fourth floor of the main building."

Ma Jianguo glanced at him and nodded.

"I know about this; Coach Zhang spoke to me about it." He turned to the security guard. "Let them in."

The security guard looked shocked. So the principal knew about it?

Could this teacher be a relative of the principal?

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he lifted the turnstile.

"Thank you, Principal!" several students said in unison.

The moment the turnstile lifted, the eleven people finally felt a weight lifted from their hearts.

Zhao Zixuan led the way, followed by eleven students in different school uniforms, marching in a grand procession through the Chongming Middle School's main road.

As we passed the basketball court, several Chongming students who were playing stopped to watch and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What's going on? A visit from another school?"

"That doesn't seem likely. A school visit wouldn't be held after school, would it?"

Two familiar figures were squatting by the flower bed in front of the teaching building, drinking water.

Chen Feng and Li Minghui.

The two had just finished working on a challenging problem and came out for some fresh air when they looked up and saw Zhao Zixuan leading a large group of students from other schools past them.

"Zhao Zixuan," Chen Feng stood up and called out, "what are you doing?"

Zhao Zixuan turned his head, saw it was the two of them, and smiled: "Su Zhou is going to teach these people a lesson."

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment.

"A class?" He thought he had misheard. "Su Zhou is giving them a class?"

"Yes." Zhao Zixuan didn't elaborate and led the group away.

Chen Feng stood still.

Ever since the last test, he has regarded Su Zhou as his biggest rival.

Su Zhou used a problem-solving method he had never seen before in that test, and decisively won first place. He still gets chills when he thinks about that feeling now.

He knew Su Zhouqiang.

They also knew that Su Zhou had skipped a grade and gone to Zhao Zixuan's class because of this.

But what he thought was strength was that they were very capable of fighting within their own ranks.

But now?

Students from other schools come all the way to Chongming to have classes with Su Zhou?

This seems to have moved beyond the scope of classmates explaining problems to each other.

Chen Feng felt uneasy. He had originally thought that as long as he stayed up two hours later every day and did more practice tests, he would be able to make up for the gap.

Just now, when he and Li Minghui finally solved a challenging problem after spending the whole afternoon, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction, thinking, "I can catch up with him again."

But now, that pleasure is like being doused with a bucket of ice water, leaving not even a spark.

What is this?

While he was still basking in the satisfaction of solving a problem, Su Zhou had already started lecturing to students from other schools.

"Brother Feng..." Li Minghui, who was standing next to him, swallowed and hesitated before saying, "I think I recognize the guy in the gray school uniform who was walking at the very back. He's Wu Hao from Yucai Middle School. That kid is really arrogant. He went to a training class with me. He usually doesn't even look at people when we run into each other."

Chen Feng's mood worsened.

The circle of competition participants is only so big, and who isn't a proud and arrogant genius?

Everyone here is a top student from their respective schools. Why should I sit here and listen to a student like you rambling on and on?

Even if you, Su Zhou, get first place in the Chongming Middle School test, that's just an internal matter for Chongming. Top students from other schools won't care at all.

Even if it's free, it won't work!

unless……

Unless Su Zhou possesses something so compelling that these top students from other schools have no choice but to bow down and even willingly come to learn from him!

In the brutal arena of competition, time is life.

The Western Invitational Tournament is just around the corner. These students from other schools are coming all the way to Chongming High School instead of doing their own practice problems. They definitely aren't here to play house with Su Zhou.

Chen Feng turned his head and glanced at Li Minghui.

"Let's go." Chen Feng stuffed the water bottle into his backpack. "Let's go check out the situation."

"Where are you going?"

"Let's see what Su Zhou has to say."

The two exchanged a glance and followed without saying a word.