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"I love you, Mom, for selling twisted dough sticks!"

Zhang Yifan blurted it out, his voice not loud but each word clear, his expression one of disgust as if he had been forced to swallow a fly.

"Come teach me when you're in a relationship. Romance anime doesn't count as real-world experience."

Zong Wen was rendered speechless by his words and was about to continue arguing when he suddenly realized something:

"Wait, how do you know I've never been in a relationship? When did you start investigating me?"

Only Lin Wanqing noticed that Zhang Yifan had sneaked back through the back door.

She had already sensed it the moment Zhang Yifan pushed open the back door.

Her eyes followed his figure out of the corner of her eye.

Why did he take so long? What did he and Shen Zhiyi talk about that took so long? Were they discussing a topic?

Impossible, discussing the topic couldn't possibly take that long.

That means they were talking about something else.

What did they talk about? What did Shen Zhiyi say to him that made him laugh? Were they standing side by side next to the railing, very close together?

Her knuckles were white as she gripped the pen.

By the time she came to her senses, she had already stood up.

"Reporting, teacher!"

Her voice was particularly jarring in the quiet classroom, and all the students turned to look at her.

"I'm reporting Zhang Yifan for being late to class and talking, which disturbed my studies!"

The chemistry teacher put the chalk in the blackboard tray and pushed up his glasses.

He glanced at Lin Wanqing, then at Zhang Yifan, who was sitting in the last row by the window.

The distance between the two people was at least five or six rows of desks, and there were more than a dozen students sitting in the middle listening to the class.

He had been teaching chemistry for over a decade, and this was the first time he had ever seen someone be disturbed from such a distance.

What kind of ears are these? Are they telescopes?

But since a student has reported it to the teacher in person, the teacher should at least make a statement.

The chemistry teacher turned his gaze to Zhang Yifan, about to speak.

Zhang Yifan sat in his seat, his hands neatly placed on the table, his expression as innocent as a child who had just received a red flower from kindergarten.

The chemistry teacher's criticism, which was on the tip of her tongue, took a different turn; her tone softened instantly, and her face beamed with a motherly smile.

"Yifan, did something happen that made you come back late?"

"Teacher, I went outside and explained a problem to a classmate."

"Wow, Yifan is so helpful!"

The chemistry teacher's face crinkled into a wide smile as he turned to the class, his tone shifting from gentle to serious.

"Everyone should learn from Zhang Yifan, who, while maintaining his own excellent grades, also remembers to help other students make progress together."

This spirit is more important than any score on the test, don't you think?

After saying that, she turned back, bent down and leaned close to Zhang Yifan's desk, and said softly, "Yifan, have you encountered any difficulties in your chemistry review lately? If so, be sure to come and ask me. You can come anytime; my office door is always open for you."

"Thank you, teacher, for leaving us here."

"That's fine, that's fine."

The chemistry teacher patted the test paper on his desk, his eyes full of affection:

"If you get tired from doing problems, it's okay to rest your head on the table for a while. Health is the foundation of everything, so don't push yourself too hard."

After speaking, he straightened up, turned around, and prepared to return to the podium to continue his lecture.

Lin Wanqing stood on her seat, looking like a tree stump struck by lightning.

That's it? No punishment for being late? No points deducted for talking? And you can even sleep on your desk?

She publicly reported Zhang Yifan, but the chemistry teacher not only didn't punish him, but also asked him if he was tired and if he needed to rest.

She jumped to her feet, her voice even sharper than before: "Teacher! Why doesn't Zhang Yifan get punished for being late and talking? That's not fair!"

The chemistry teacher turned around and looked at Lin Wanqing, the motherly smile on her face completely gone.

He placed the chalk in the blackboard tray, dusted off his hands, and his tone turned colder:

"Lin Wanqing and Zhang Yifan are ranked first in the grade and first in all subjects."

If you can also get first place in all subjects, I can give you the same privileges.

He glanced at the distance between Zhang Yifan and Lin Wanqing, then added a sentence, his tone even more indifferent than before, but every word was like a precisely dropped bomb.

"Moreover, Zhang Yifan was sitting in the last row, and you were sitting in front of him. There was such a distance between you two, how could he disturb you?"

Is his voice so loud that it can reach your ears from this distance? How come the other students weren't disturbed?

Was it because you were distracted in class and kept paying attention to Zhang Yifan?

Lin Wanqing's face flushed red.

It wasn't a blush of shyness, but a blush of extreme guilt after being exposed.

She could feel the eyes of the whole class shining on her face like spotlights. Some covered their mouths and snickered, some lowered their heads and their shoulders trembled, and some nudged their deskmate with their elbows.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say, "I wasn't paying attention to him the whole time," wanting to say, "I could hear him," wanting to say, "He was just too noisy," but she couldn't utter a single word.

I can't say it in front of the whole class.

Yes, I kept staring at him. I just couldn't control myself. I just couldn't stand him chatting and laughing with other people after seeing Shen Zhiyi.

She slowly sat down, lowered her head, and held up the mock exam questions to cover her face.

As soon as the bell rang, Lin Wanqing practically ran away.

The wind in the corridor rushed towards her, slapping her burning face with a cool breeze, but she couldn't feel the coolness at all; she only felt her whole face burning.

She jogged through the corridor, down the stairs, and turned into a quiet path behind the teaching building before stopping, bending over, hands on her knees, panting heavily.

She dared not stay in the classroom for another second.

The chemistry teacher's last words were like a knife, stabbing precisely into the spot she dared not touch in front of the whole class.

She had indeed been paying attention to Zhang Yifan.

When she made the report, she was only thinking about embarrassing him, completely unaware that the report itself was tantamount to announcing it to the whole class.

Lin Wanqing kept staring at Zhang Yifan during class.

Otherwise, how would she know he was late? Otherwise, how would she know he was talking to Zongwen?

Why should she be the first to notice something that no one else noticed from so far away?

She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and her chest heaved violently.

She remembered the looks she received in the classroom when she stood up; she knew they were laughing at her.

She used to be the prettiest girl in her class, the object of everyone's affections.

Now, she's become the laughingstock of the whole class.

And all of this stems from Zhang Yifan.

In the classroom, Zong Wen watched Lin Wanqing rush out, then turned to look at Zhang Yifan.

"Yifan, don't you think Lin Wanqing's behavior has been off lately?"

She keeps glancing your way during class; you saw it in chemistry class just now. When she stood up to report you, she completely lost control.

That wasn't intentional provocation; it was a genuine inability to control oneself.

Fu Kai has talked to her several times, saying that her grades have plummeted since the joint entrance exam, she can't concentrate in class at all, and often doesn't hand in her homework.

I'm telling you, she's acting more and more strangely lately.

He paused, then added, "Be careful. I'm not saying she'll definitely do anything, but when someone gets stuck on something, they're capable of anything."