Chapter 170: Why is this class so strange?

“Hello everyone, I am Zhou Yuting, who promoted up from 303 downstairs.”

On the podium, Zhou Yuting introduced herself with poise.

Jiang Nian rested his head on his hand on the desk and glanced at the girl on the podium.

He had no expression on his face, thinking to himself whether he should throw a ball at her face during P.E. class.

Never mind, one of these days I will get a new car and let her check the headlights.

The conflict between the two had long been out in the open; it could be said that when enemies meet, they are especially jealous.

But now that they were in the same class, whoever broke down first would lose.

“303 downstairs? Isn’t that your old class?” Li Hua asked curiously, “Nian, your classmate, how come I don’t see you reacting?”

Hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi looked over nervously.

“You were in the same class?”

Huang Fang and Zeng You in the front row also turned their heads for the first time, looking back one after another.

Jiang Nian was a bit speechless and had to answer.

“Not close.”

Hearing him say they weren’t close, the group turned back.

Zhou Yuting’s self-introduction was full of Origin Qi; she looked like that kind of cheerful, pretty girl.

Whether it was her smile or her gaze, she handled it perfectly.

Jiang Nian was such a gloomy and abstract person, so it wasn’t strange that they weren’t close even in the same class.

Sigh, no fun to watch.

Zhou Yuting’s self-introduction on the podium won quite a bit of applause, but she could feel that the people in this class weren’t looking at her, or rather, their attention to her lasted only half a minute.

Most people’s gazes, seventy percent of the boys’ gazes, were focused on the girl next to her, Yu Zhiyi, who was both pretty and had a good figure.

It was now early November, and the weather was gradually turning cold.

Most people were still used to wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a jacket draped over it.

Because they were unrestrained and loved freedom, most people chose to leave their zippers open.

When Yu Zhiyi was making her re-entry introduction to the class, she was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a smile printed on it.

Due to her broad-mindedness, the little yellow face revealed a brilliant smile.

Zhou Yuting stood on the side, smiling on her face, but feeling somewhat dejected inside.

Her figure wasn’t bad; she had previously bought one after seeing similar videos online.

She found that she couldn’t pull off this unlucky dead-face smile at all.

The arc of the little yellow face’s smile was simply mocking.

Girls are actually very afraid of comparison, and for today, Zhou Yuting had specially dressed up carefully.

Who could have thought that someone would come and steal all the attention, and she seemed to be from this class originally.

Ring, ring, ring.

The class bell rang, and the short self-introduction ended.

Actually, there was nothing to introduce; Yu Zhiyi was originally from this class.

As for Zhou Yuting, she was just a new face who had promoted up.

When Zhang Ningzhi, Jiang Nian, and Yu Tongjie promoted up together, they also had short self-introductions.

Afterwards, classes went on as usual, and no one cared at all.

Today was special, after all, there was quite a bit of gossip about Yu Zhiyi.

There were many fun-loving people in this class, especially Li Hua and Lin Dong.

As long as there was fun to watch, what else could one ask for.

As for Wu Jungu, Jiang Nian noticed that he had just returned from morning exercises.

To be precise, ever since Yu Zhiyi entered the classroom, he hadn’t lifted his head at all.

The morning passed quickly, and Zhou Yuting adapted well.

She filled Yuan Zhengchuan’s spot, and the boys next to her were all quite easy to get along with.

Plus, she was good at socializing, and in one ten-minute break, she had already met two boys.

Huang Cailang looked relatively honest and simple, while Yang Qiming was a bit strange.

Don’t know why, but I always feel like there’s a faint sadness in this person’s eyes.

To be honest, it was a bit pretentious.

The school bell rang, and Zhou Yuting looked at the scene around her, full of Top Students.

She couldn’t help but feel a warm current surging through her body; was this the Olympiad Class? A study atmosphere belonging to Top Students.

In conversation, there were great scholars, and no unlearned people came and went.

Enduring hardships, finally. Finally, she had promoted to the class.

This was the class of her dreams, with no heckling, no bad class atmosphere, and no annoying men.

Everyone was studying hard, and she couldn’t fall behind.

She silently swore that she must work hard to integrate into this class. To become one of the Top Students, and then visit her old class, and show off in front of her relatives during the New Year.

Small towns actually care a lot about this, comparing fathers and comparing children.

For this, she set three goals: short, medium, and long-term goals.

The ultimate goal goes without saying, naturally it was to enter Egret Island University through the College Entrance Exam.

Summer, the sea, fireworks, Egret Island University, and Zhou Yuting, it was a perfect match.

Back to the main point, her short-term goal was to integrate into this group.

The experiences of the Top Students were very valuable; except for someone, building good relationships was beneficial for long-term study.

The medium-term goal was to stand out in the next Six-City Joint Exam and defeat a certain bastard.

The long-term goal was to enter the top ten of this class during the First Mock Exam.

The latter two goals, we’ll talk about later.

What Zhou Yuting cared about was the first short-term goal, and currently there were two difficulties.

One was grades, and the other was whether Jiang Nian would go around badmouthing her.

She hadn’t checked the Joint Exam results of this class yet to estimate where she ranked.

Jiang Nian was indeed an out-and-out bastard; she hadn’t realized his mouth was so poisonous before, and she couldn’t let him maliciously slander her.

As for how to integrate into this class, Zhou Yuting decided to rely on her looks.

The surroundings were bustling.

After school, Chen Yunyun pulled Wang Yuhe and ran out of the classroom. A daily task for boarding students, getting hot water at noon to wash their hair.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry, we won’t be able to get a spot later.”

Hearing this, Zhou Yuting, who hadn’t yet stood up to leave her seat, glanced at the source of the sound.

Originally, she just felt it sounded familiar, (laughs) so the Top Students of the Olympiad Class also…

Looking closely, she was stunned.

Just now on the podium, she hadn’t looked carefully at every person below.

When introducing herself, she used the pumpkin therapy, treating all the classmates below as pumpkins.

This method was something she saw in Yilin; children abroad all used it this way.

Now looking closely, Zhou Yuting was immediately amazed.

The girl speaking was so pretty, even prettier than the big-breasted girl; she hadn’t noticed just now.

“Class Monitor, are you going home now?” Nie Qiqi was being shameless again, leaning towards Li Qingrong’s seat.

Zhou Yuting was subconsciously attracted by the voice, and then saw an even more Advanced face.

She was immediately confused; wasn’t the Class Monitor the girl who looked a bit fierce?

Olympiad Class Three has two Class Monitors?

No sooner said than done, the Executive Deputy Class Monitor and Discipline Committee Member, Cai Xiaoqing, pulled Nie Qiqi back with one hand.

“If you want to talk, just talk, why lean so close!”

“Blegh! None of your business!” Nie Qiqi held her head high and said righteously, “Why don’t you manage Jiang Nian? He was also very close to the Class Monitor during the last break!”

“He was asking a question, can that be the same as you, you vixen?” Cai Xiaoqing rolled her eyes and dragged the clawing and scratching Nie Qiqi away.

Li Qingrong had no reaction, still lowering her head to do problems.

She was used to standing up to go home ten minutes after school, so the corridors and stairs wouldn’t be crowded. She could walk slowly to the school gate and enjoy the quiet atmosphere.

Zhou Yuting stared at Li Qingrong’s profile, completely dumbfounded.

Why is the Class Monitor of Class Three so pretty?

She had never heard anyone say that before, and even when she heard people complaining that there weren’t many pretty girls in the Senior Three grade, she was a little smug, after all, scarcity makes things precious.

Now…

“Zhizhi baby, why aren’t you leaving yet?” Yao Beibei stepped over Jiang Nian’s seat and hugged Zhang Ningzhi, “How about you come to my house for dinner?”

Zhang Ningzhi seemed a bit conflicted and said in a low voice.

“I’m a bit sleepy, I want to go home and take a nap, otherwise I won’t have energy in the afternoon.”

Zhou Yuting withdrew her gaze from Zhang Ningzhi, her heart suddenly churning.

What the hell, how are there so many pretty girls in this class? No, it should be said, how is the quality of the girls in this class so high?

It completely didn’t fit the stereotype of Top Students in her mind, that kind of obedient girl with a high ponytail, bright and spirited eyes, small stature, and an energetic voice.

But… what is going on with this class?

In 303, she could still rank first based on looks, but why does it feel like coming to this class…

Let alone the top five, with that big-breasted girl here, she could only rank in the top ten.

What kind of class is this!

Olympiad Class… no, the male-to-female ratio in Olympiad Class Three is two to one.

To be honest, the twenty girls in Class Three are all quite pretty.

It’s not a dishonest compliment; the facts are indeed so, the overall quality of appearance of the girls in Class Three ranks first in the grade.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls are naturally at the Peak of their bare-faced beauty.

Plus… of course, this is just Jiang Nian’s personal gloomy speculation, maybe there are too many pretty girls in the class, and the rest of the people are unconsciously under pressure.

After all, under the pressure of the Devil King Li Qingrong, girls will unconsciously pay attention to their appearance.

Although they wouldn’t go as far as wearing makeup, they do wash their hair diligently. And they pay attention to daily clothes, hairstyle matching, and skincare.

The high quality of the girls’ looks has the most direct impact, which is that there are many couples. There are a total of three couples in Class Three; one left, and another, Yu Zhiyi, arrived.

One plus, one minus, so it’s still three pairs.

That’s what Jiang Nian thought. He returned from the Cafeteria. Walking with a swaggering gait that made him easy to get hit on the road, he stepped over the Yin and Yang line between the Senior Three Building and the ground.

His figure disappeared under the Senior Three Building, and he went all the way up the stairs.

Just returned to the classroom corridor, and before entering the door, someone called him.

“Jiang Nian.”

He turned around quite unexpectedly; the Senior Three Building was clearly quite sturdy, so why did it feel like the building was shaking?

“Something up?”

At the back door of the classroom, Yu Zhiyi walked out quickly, looking slightly dazzling.

“Can I ask you something?”

Jiang Nian glanced at her; in the sunlight, Yu Zhiyi appeared somewhat pitiful.

“No, I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what?” Yu Zhiyi wouldn’t give up.

She had transferred classes back, so naturally, she also had to deal with her relationship with Wu Jungu.

Although she had already said they were broken up, Yu Zhiyi hoped to understand more things.

It wasn’t that she wanted to rekindle their relationship; she didn’t want to date right now.

She just wanted to clarify some things and didn’t want to owe Wu Jungu anything without knowing why. Probably just to talk things through and part on good terms.

So she needed to find someone to understand the situation; within Wu Jungu’s group, Li Hua was hard to approach.

Thinking back and forth, only Jiang Nian was the most suitable.

Jiang Nian didn’t expect her to be so persistent, asking even after being rejected.

“Nothing, I don’t want to answer.”