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Before the evening study session, I deliberately sat down next to Zhang Sen, wanting to test him a bit.
"Zhang Sen, I have a question I can't solve. Can you help me look at it?"
I tried to make my voice as gentle as possible, but inside I was extremely nervous.
He glanced up at my completely blank workbook, frowning slightly.
Although his expression was somewhat strange, as if he were saying something...
It was truly surprising that someone who usually scored around sixty or seventy in math would take the initiative...
But what he said was still polite and restrained: "I think you should try it yourself first."
"I'm really struggling, academic genius. Please help me," I insisted.
Zhang Sen sighed and reluctantly took the workbook.
He explained things seriously and simply, much more interesting than the boring old teacher.
Strangely enough, I, who usually felt sleepy at the mention of studying, found myself listening attentively for once.
"Thank you."
I whispered softly.
Zhang Sen nodded and continued to focus on his work.
I stayed by his side for the entire afternoon.
Zhang Sen was relentless, having nearly finished half of the workbook and then completing four more sheets on his own.
He showed no signs of impatience, but I was already exhausted, my spirit half lost.
As soon as the evening bell rang and Zhang Sen stepped out, I immediately began to pack my things.
Without saying goodbye to anyone, I moved to a corner in the back row of the classroom.
Just as I settled in, Zhang Sen happened to walk back in through the classroom door.
He immediately noticed the empty seat in the front row.
Zhang Sen frowned slightly, standing there with his gaze fixed on the desk I had vacated.
A few seconds later, he pressed his lips together and walked back to his seat, continuing to work quietly without saying a word.
Li Xiaoxiao saw Zhang Sen sit down and stood up to walk over to him, her tone cautious.
"Zhang Sen, can you help me take a look at this math problem? I just can't figure it out."
The tone, the behavior! Plagiarism! Outright plagiarism!
Zhang Sen paused his pen for a moment but didn't look up. "I still have my exam to finish."
Li Xiaoxiao clearly felt disappointed but didn't give up. "Then after you're done, can you help me look at it?"
Only then did Zhang Sen stop writing and raise his head. "No, I can't."
His gaze was cold.
Li Xiaoxiao was taken aback, her lips twitching as she forced herself to nod in embarrassment. "Okay, I understand."
She returned to her seat, feeling drained, her head down and no longer speaking.
Although she tried hard to hold back, her eyes turned red, tears welling up.
Meanwhile, Zhang Sen didn't even lift his head, continuing to stare at the exam paper in his hands as if nothing had happened.
But I could tell that Zhang Sen was somewhat irritated.
This can't be because I left without saying goodbye.
I was sitting in the back row with my legs crossed, just making eye contact with Li Xiaoxiao, who was stealing glances at me.
Li Xiaoxiao seemed to misunderstand Zhang Sen's indifference as a reaction to my presence.
It's important to have self-awareness, and I had no intention of explaining.
So, I continued to act as if nothing had happened.
At that moment, my phone in my pocket vibrated, and the screen displayed a message from Xue Yang.
"Ten minutes, come to Grand Hotel 303, hurry up, or you'll miss out."
I stared at the screen, frowning.
The crude language was as expected.
Instead of getting angry, I found it amusing and quickly typed: "Idiot, get lost."
After sending the message, before I could think about my next move, I received a reply from Xue Yang: "You better behave and not make me angry."
I swiftly blocked Xue Yang on WeChat.
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