Chapter 354 Nine out of ten shots made

Olympiad Class 4.

During evening reading, the classroom lights were bright.

Xu Qianqian heard a few coughs mixed in with the sound of recitation, and couldn’t help but turn to look at the back row, then walked over to the seat.

“Still coughing?”

“Much better, just an occasional cough.” Song Xiyun wore a white mask, with a cartoon cat on the bottom left corner of the mask.

“Alright.” Xu Qianqian left directly.

She didn’t ask Song Xiyun if she wanted to take leave to see a doctor in front of all the classmates, but planned to ask her privately later.

High school is a small society; students stay together as a whole, and conflicts are many.

Moreover, the classroom is crowded and small, with poor air circulation. Once someone catches a cold or coughs, it will also cause trouble for those around them.

Even with a mask, one might still be rumored to be “xx is such a faker.”

Therefore, asking in front of outsiders would not serve as a genuine show of concern. Instead, it would expose information and invite groundless speculation.

This would only make Song Xiyun’s situation within the group awkward.

Xu Qianqian returned to her seat, a little distracted.

She subconsciously recalled the origin of this principle, which was taught to her by a certain shameless pervert.

Never say too much to outsiders, including your single-parent status. If not necessary, there’s no need to even mention the cause of death.

Those who truly care about you are few; the more you say, the weaker you appear.

Some people, even without any grudge, will treat you like “Xianglin’s Wife,” stepping on you for no reason.

“Nailed it.” Xie Zhihao said to himself, shaking his leg and twirling his pen, “It’s so simple, no need to calculate at all.”

Cai Xiaoqing turned and glanced at the new classmate in the back row.

She silently turned back.

Soon, murmuring sounds came from behind again.

“The problem-setting logic for this question is all wrong; it’s a complete waste… If I were to set it, I definitely wouldn’t give this condition.”

Cai Xiaoqing’s eyelids twitched slightly, and she turned around to say.

“Can you stop shaking your leg?”

Xie Zhihao immediately froze, nodding quickly.

“…Okay.”

Amidst the awkwardness, he tried to justify himself.

“Sometimes when I get emotional, I can’t help but shake my leg. It’s an old habit, sorry, Cai Xiang.”

At the same time, he also found it strange.

Why would a girl have such a peculiar name?

Cai Xiaoqing’s expression immediately turned strange; she stared at Xie Zhihao. The other party was a new classmate, temporarily having a few days of invincibility.

“Hmm, get it treated as soon as possible.”

Xie Zhihao: “…”

Are all the people in Class 3 like this?

“Physics 57, tsk tsk.” Li Hua shook his head at an answer sheet, “No wonder he left, how did he get this score?”

“He went to Class Zero, not a parallel class.” Jiang Nian glanced at him, “Hua, can you go?”

“I’d go to hell.” Li Hua immediately lost interest, crumpling the answer sheet into a ball, “If you ask me, Class Zero is also trash.”

Beep!

Li Hua heard the sound and turned around, bewildered.

He saw that the cunning Jiang Nian had, at some point, pressed stop on his phone’s recording, a suppressed smile identical to Dragon Picture’s on his face.

Pressing play, Li Hua’s voice was repeated.

“~If you ask me, Class Zero is also trash~”

“Damn it!! You son of a bitch!” Li Hua instantly became frantic, pointing his hand to snatch the phone, “I’ll report you to Old Liu.”

Jiang Nian chuckled, directly stuffing the phone into the pocket of his good deskmate, Zhang Ningzhi, on his right.

“Old Liu can’t control me.”

“Beep beep!!” Without the phone, Li Hua could only imitate the recording sound with his mouth, “You’re really arrogant!”

Jiang Nian grinned.

Suddenly, Zhang Ningzhi elbowed him, lowering her voice.

“Teacher’s here.”

Old Liu walked in, looking tired.

“What subject is this? Never mind, how many people in the class signed up for the pot-throwing competition? Raise your hands, let me see.”

Jiang Nian raised his hand, then slightly tilted his head and saw that the class monitor had also raised her hand.

???

“You play this too?”

Li Qingrong glanced at him, then lowered her gaze and said.

“Never played it.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nian hesitated, asking in a low voice.

“Then how will you win?”

Li Qingrong glanced at him, saying faintly.

“I don’t know.”

Old Liu was speaking at the podium, his gaze obliquely sweeping over the two. He really wanted to show a displeased face and then loudly reprimand them.

You two come up and speak!

Unfortunately, he could only fantasize wildly about being a “dignified homeroom teacher” in his mind.

If he really let them come up, he would be even more unhappy.

“Throwing a rat at a priceless vase”—the rat here referred to Jiang Nian, who scored 600 points. The exquisite porcelain referred to Li Qingrong, who was expected to score 700 points.

If he really let them talk, it might round down to a 500-point stray dog.

“Alright… those who signed up, come with me.” Old Liu made a swift decision, “Ah, Liu Yang, organize everyone and bring the pot-throwing set.”

With a rustle, a group of people got up and left the classroom in a mighty procession.

In the slightly empty classroom.

Sun Zhicheng saw Xie Zhihao, who had transferred from Class Zero, leave the classroom, and couldn’t help but stop writing, looking up to complain.

“Brother Dong, don’t you think the new guy is a bit pretentious? He’s just doing problems, but he keeps showing off.”

“His math is indeed very good, around 130-140.” Lin Dong replied, “Physics starts at 90, isn’t that outrageous?”

Hearing this, Sun Zhicheng immediately had nothing to say.

Yang Qiming, hearing this, couldn’t help but sneer.

“Why aren’t you talking now?”

Sun Zhicheng: “…”

Seeing Sun Zhicheng get rebuffed, Yang Qiming felt a burst of joy. He wished he could run to a barbecue stall, eating meat and drinking wine heartily.

Thinking of this, he decided to treat Lin Dong to a meal tonight to deepen their brotherly bond.

Building D was also known as the Repeater Building.

Old Liu and Liu Yang led ten people grandly towards it. On the second floor of Building D, the right side was the reading room, and the left side was the activity center.

The activity center, comprising three large classrooms, was mainly used for small events.

Apparently, Old Liu intended to finalize the two slots for the pot-throwing competition participants, and the location was in the activity center of the Repeater Building.

On the way, someone in the group asked.

“Teacher, in principle, don’t we need to apply to use the activity center?”

“Not at night, right?” Jiang Nian said.

“Yes, you do. Our class used it just a few days ago.” Xie Zhihao walked on the left side of the group, a hint of superiority in his words.

The “our class” he referred to was naturally Class Zero, C201.

Luo Yong chuckled, reminding him, “You’re in our class now.”

“Oh, my bad, my bad.” Xie Zhihao said apologetically, scratching his head with a smile, “It’s a habit of speech, I forgot to change it.”

Jiang Nian and Yao Beibei in the group exchanged glances, silently mouthing a word.

“(Showing off).”

Yao Beibei also rolled her eyes, mouthing back.

“(Idiot).”

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Old Liu, hearing this, felt nothing in his heart.

If he wanted to make progress, befriending Yu Tongjie’s parents would certainly do no harm, but he wasn’t the only smart person.

If he was transferred, then he was transferred. Xie Zhihao was also a seed for a key university. Transferring Yu Tongjie and compensating with a performance was still acceptable.

“Haha, if you said it wrong, just pay attention next time and try to integrate into our Class 3 family as soon as possible.”

Old Liu said, then changed his tone.

“Using the activity room does, in principle, require an application, but I’ve recently taken on the role of activity room manager, so I am the principle.”

“Holy crap!!”

More than a dozen people around him exclaimed in unison, startled by Old Liu’s sudden audacious move, and the atmosphere instantly became cheerful.

“No way, Teacher, aren’t you being too much of a show-off?”

“Teacher’s showing-off ability must have some story behind it.”

As the group passed through the administrative building and arrived at Building D, they couldn’t help but look up at the brightly lit Repeater Building, their mood quite complex.

The building, with windows sealed by steel bars and wires, was mottled, but the lights were bright.

“If I mess up the college entrance exam, will I also have to come to Building D?” Luo Yong sighed, asking with apprehension.

His scores were among the lower half of the class; if he failed the exam, he would face the choice of attending a second-tier university or repeating a year.

The group walked through a dimly lit small flower garden.

“Cough cough, I would never come back to repeat.” Xie Zhihao raised his voice, “Life is a wilderness, not a track.”

“One exam cannot negate a person’s value; on the contrary, it’s just a good opportunity to test oneself.”

At this point, Xie Zhihao couldn’t help but say.

“Although 985 is great, if I only scored over 580 in the college entrance exam, attending a trash 211 in the provincial capital could still lead to great achievements.”

Hearing this, the group fell silent.

Jiang Nian looked at Yao Beibei, Yao Beibei looked at Old Liu. Old Liu opened his mouth, but for a moment, he couldn’t say anything.

Suddenly, from the originally quiet fifth floor of Building D.

With a whoosh, a window was pulled open.

A male repeater student poked his head out of the classroom window, first glancing down, then locking his gaze on the group.

Then the male student shouted.

“You idiots downstairs, I’ll f*** your mother! — Beep beep beep.”

After entering the Repeater Building.

Old Liu stood at the entrance of the activity center on the second floor, just pulling out his key when he stopped.

He turned his head and glanced at the dozen students behind him, pausing on Xie Zhihao’s face for two more seconds, then hesitated and said.

“Repeater seniors generally have greater pressure, so remember to be cautious in your words and actions.”

Xie Zhihao’s face grew more awkward; he mumbled an explanation in a low voice.

“I didn’t mean anything else, why did the repeater senior get angry?”

Jiang Nian glanced at the little fairy boy, and couldn’t help but laugh.

This guy is quite abstract, constantly causing small troubles.

Of all people to show off to, he just had to provoke the repeaters.

Everyone entered the activity room, which was spacious inside, formed by combining three classrooms.

There were many physical fitness testing equipment on the floor, green mats for sit-ups and standing broad jumps, but the most conspicuous were the two pot-throwing sets placed against the wall.

Old Liu clapped his hands and said loudly.

“Alright, no dawdling. Boys divide into two groups, girls into one. Each person throws ten arrows. Whoever hits the most will represent the class in the competition.”

Then the boys spontaneously divided into two groups, and the girls’ group began to queue. The first few people received ten pot-throwing arrows each, all eager to try.

At this moment, Old Liu noticed the sports committee member Liu Yang standing outside the queue. Seeing that he wasn’t participating in the line, he couldn’t help but ask.

“You’re the sports committee member, aren’t you participating?”

Liu Yang rubbed his nose, finding a random excuse.

“Ah, well, Teacher, I’m not very interested in pot-throwing. I’ll just go over to the girls’ group and be a referee.”

He had seen Jiang Nian throw pots before, thinking to himself, with that son of a bitch there, what’s the point of competing? Might as well bite two lighters if he has the time.

“Alright, alright.” Old Liu saw his persistence and didn’t force him, patting his shoulder, “This time it’s fine, but as the sports committee member, you can’t just watch during the next class football match.”

“Okay.” Liu Yang smiled reluctantly.

The internal selection for the pot-throwing competition had already begun.

On the boys’ side, Jiang Nian was second to last in line. Looking around, he barely found anyone he knew.

Li Hua, Ma Guojun, Lin Dong, none of them had come.

He could only turn and chat with Luo Yong, who was last in line and not very familiar.

“Doesn’t seem like many people are participating?” Luo Yong surveyed the area.

The boys’ side was throwing enthusiastically, with scores generally stabilizing at four hits out of ten throws.

The first to throw in the girls’ group was Chai Muying; she hit five out of ten times, which was a good score.

Yao Beibei threw one hit out of ten, and the scene erupted in laughter.

The third person to throw in the girls’ group was Li Qingrong.

Her expression was cool and clear; she weighed the arrows in her hand, her eyes devoid of any emotion, like a still lake.

Luo Yong glanced at her, tsk-tsking.

“The class monitor must be very good.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nian’s eyelids twitched.

“She’s never played.”

“Oh, then the class monitor should be able to hit four… three times, right?”

Jiang Nian nodded, “I guess six.”

As his words fell, only the crisp rustling sound of arrows falling into the pot was heard.

Li Qingrong hit nine out of ten times.