Using all her efforts, she still couldn't make the relationship progress any further.

She was just a high school girl, not as strong as she imagined herself to be, and said, feeling despondent:

"I might have to just find a boy to date casually in the future, and I'll never be happy again."

Shen Qing'e comforted her, "Remember once Jiang Yanan invited us to the mall for lunch? We said to eat casually, but the lunch turned out to be actually delicious."

Yu Wen: "But that wasn't what I wanted to eat."

Shen Qing'e: 'You're hard to please.'

With a 10 cm hairstyle, Meng Gui joined the conversation, "I really envy you girls, even if you can't get the person you like, you can still just find someone to date."

Lu Qiqi glanced at Meng Gui and said, "No matter what, girls have people pursuing them; you guys have to work hard to have a wife."

Meng Gui: "That's why I've decided to get married right after college graduation."

Lu Qiqi: "Are you dating someone?"

Meng Gui: "Nope, I'm just picking a date first."

Lu Qiqi was sweating.

She couldn't be bothered with this fool and started fiddling with her iPhone 5S: "Wenwen, I think you should find a guy who likes you and is willing to do anything for you."

"You see the 5S in my hand? Back then, a college student chasing me gave it to me."

Wang Longlong was shocked: "Do college students have so much money now? They give away iPhones worth thousands without a second thought?"

Even though the iPhone 6 is now released, the 5S is still something most students can't afford.

Lu Qiqi laughed at the words: "He did give it to me, but he bought it in installments over 24 periods, it's hilarious; we broke up, and he's probably still paying for it."

Her laughter was cold, carrying a thick sense of mockery that made people uncomfortable.

Ma Shicheng, who was doing an English test paper, raised his head and asked, "So what are you laughing at? Laughing at his foolishness or your cleverness?"

Lu Qiqi's smile paused: "Of course I'm laughing at him being foolish, isn't he dumb?"

"He looks like a toad and always wants to take me out; when we stand together, he looks like a senior to me."

Meng Gui glanced at her face and spoke: "Don't belittle others; the key is, you're not particularly pretty either, just ordinary in reality."

Lu Qiqi's face changed: "None of your damn business!"

Meng Gui: "Using the scoring system I built, your looks are only a 3."

Meng Zi Yun, who had been mingling around, suddenly felt strong discomfort hearing Meng Gui's words.

Meng Zi Yun used to be a big sister, exceptionally popular during elementary school, but due to character issues, she faced judgments from outsiders more than once.

Later, realizing the environment had changed, she voluntarily distanced herself from bad friends and reformed.

She herself was pretty, enough to mesmerize the excellent Cao Kun, which speaks volumes.

However, due to an unpleasant past, she hated being judged by others, and now facing such a situation again, directly triggered her stress response.

Despite having little friendship with Lu Qiqi, Meng Zi Yun stood up at that moment and bluntly scolded Meng Gui:

"Where do you get the right to score us girls? We reject being defined!"

Her momentum as a heroine fully revealed, containing an oppressive aura from years as a big sister, created by slapping countless defiant ones, making people frightened at the sight.

Lu Qiqi felt her affection increase significantly when someone backed her.

Although she and Yu Wen and the others got along well, the three of them weren't as refined and self-serving as she was.

Previously, when a boy pursued Jiang Yanan, Lu Qiqi advised her to extract more benefits, but unfortunately, Jiang Yanan didn't take her advice.

Now, upon hearing Meng Zi Yun's independent statement, Lu Qiqi deeply resonated, realizing they were of the same mindset.

After being scolded by Meng Zi Yun, Meng Gui reacted calmly, scrutinized her, and concluded:

"You're a 2."

Meng Zi Yun nearly went crazy, her first thought not being to curse Meng Gui but falling into doubt, 'Why am I ranked lower than Lu Qiqi?'

An immense indignation filled her heart, prompting her to retort:

"You say I'm a 2, then I'm a 2? Who do you think you are?"

Meng Gui ignored her, turned his gaze to Jiang Yanan, assessed, and said: "6."

"Shen Qing'e, 7."

"Yu Wen, 5."

Ma Shicheng: "Not bad, quite objective."

Meng Zi Yun struggled to maintain composure, her inner rage causing emotional fluctuation: "You think you say it and that it is? Laughable, who cares about your scores?"

Meng Gui continued: "Wang Yan Yan, 2.5."

Meng Zi Yun's nerves almost snapped; Wang Yan Yan, who looks like a flounder, compared to her?

"That's hilarious."

"Talking nonsense, aren't you?"

"You're really good at pretending."

After grading, Meng Gui left with flair, leaving Meng Zi Yun fuming on the spot.

Wang Longlong thought to himself, 'Isn't it better to just sit back and watch? Why get involved in our Class 8 drama.'

However, seeing Meng Zi Yun defeated, he felt quite pleased inside; the shadow she cast on him during elementary school seemed to have faded a lot.

...

The more Meng Zi Yun thought about it, the angrier she got. She went back and vented through a short essay on QQ Space:

"I admit, I don't have a perfect score in looks, but the environment in Class 8 truly disappoints me; some male classmates lack even basic decency...

No gender is superior; we are not objects, so why are we being scored? Honestly, some male classmates really let me down..."

Cui Yu didn't even look and commented below: "Triggered and upset!"

...

During the second afternoon class, the English teacher Chen Haiyang stepped into the classroom.

With a head of black hair, youthful and vigorous, he strode like a dragon, standing up on the podium.

Chen Haiyang's voice boomed: "Did you finish the test paper from last night's self-study?"

After receiving a positive reply, Chen Haiyang said: "Then let's go over the paper."

Chen Haiyang liked to circle around the class while teaching; this behavior effectively enhanced the students' attention.

When covering the test paper, he would often skip over unimportant questions.

Reaching the cloze test, Chen Haiyang wrote the answers on the blackboard, asking the students to compare them first.

He wasn't worried about the students in the front row because of their proficiency in English, but the back row sometimes struggled to keep up.

He wandered to the back row and asked the studious Duan Shigang: "How many did you get right?"

Duan Shigang: "Got 10 right."

Chen Haiyang nodded: "Not bad, a fifty percent chance."

Then, Chen Haiyang walked to Ma Shicheng and his group.

In the last monthly exam, Ma Shicheng's English score doubled, from 25 to 50 points, improving rapidly, so Chen Haiyang had high expectations for him.

Chen Haiyang looked at Ma Shicheng's test paper and asked: "How many did you get right?"

Ma Shicheng took a deep breath and instead of answering directly, he asked: "Teacher, is there a mistake in the answers on the blackboard?"

There was a hint of surprise and uncertainty in his tone.

Chen Haiyang: "Do you doubt my 30 years of teaching experience?"

Their dialogue wasn't deliberately softened, and from the front row, Dong Qingfeng laughed and said: "Ma Shicheng, face the answers bravely, man up, don't avoid it."

Yu Wen: "Are you just banking on a fluke?"

The top student Song Sheng gave Ma Shicheng an undisguised look of disdain: "Ma Shicheng, with a one-in-four chance if you pick A, B, C, or D, I bet you got 15 wrong, but your luck is not great, so it should be 16."

After Song Sheng finished speaking, many classmates burst out laughing, "Hahaha, his luck really isn't good."

Ma Shicheng had previously been last in the class, crowned thrice in a row, and since his personality wasn't extreme, everyone felt at ease teasing him, not worried he held grudges.

Chen Haiyang frowned, wanting to say something.

Ma Shicheng appeared composed, gently saying: "Oh, if it wasn't written in the wrong line, I should have got them all right."

The classroom's commotion stopped for that moment.

Dong Qingfeng was so shocked that his pen fell, and he said in disbelief: "Are you kidding me?"

Song Sheng squinted even more, releasing a sharp glint: "Ma Shicheng, it's wrong to lie just for the sake of face?"

Ma Shicheng spread out his test paper, intending to show it to Teacher Chen Haiyang.

Lu Qiqi, who had past grievances against him, seized the chance to press: "Just because you got the answers right, doesn't mean you wrote them."

Ma Shicheng looked around and saw nothing but skepticism; even his usually close classmates wore doubtful expressions.

'What can I gain from defeating them this time?'

'Forget it, this isn't the place to explain.' Ma Shicheng thought, 'I'll prove it in the next exam.'

He once again deliberately gazed at the blackboard.

In everyone's eyes, Ma Shicheng's expression changed from confident to surprised, and he blurted out: "Oops, turns out I really saw it wrong!"

"See, I told you you got it wrong," Song Sheng laughed out loud.

Dong Qingfeng, in the role of an outstanding student, gave him advice from a high position: "Ma Shicheng, oh Ma Shicheng, in learning, always be down-to-earth, don't indulge in wishful thinking."

The class resumed its harmonious atmosphere.

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