After running two laps, everyone felt tired, but surprisingly, Liu Cunhao and the rest were still clear-headed.
It wasn't convenient to ask about the situation here. Whatever the reason was, it was unlikely that they were just being used for these two's amusement. Besides, they had already vented their frustrations during the earlier commotion.
Liu Cunhao patted Wan Da's head and tried to change the subject, "Do you think it's time for Class 4 should kneel down and call us daddy?"
"I almost forgot about that," Luo Wenqiang tilted his head back and took a few sips of water before saying, "After class, I'll hover outside Class 4's door and hint at them. Anyone want to come with me?"
Like hell.
Xie Yu couldn't even imagine this scene of "standing outside Class 4 and hovering around".
What a bunch of idiots.
"Don't look at me, I'm not going," Xie Yu said.
Xie Yu and He Chao used to be the face of Class 3, and now they were also the academic leaders. Even if they didn't want to go, they were still dragged by this group of people to Class 4's door, walking back and forth a few times.
"Think about how you treated us," Luo Wenqiang said as he walked, "how can you not feel ashamed?"
"Of course we don't."
"..."
Liang Hui and the others had been digesting this matter since noon, and they still hadn't fully processed it. They couldn't concentrate in class, their minds were full of the outrageous "744".
As soon as class was over, they turned their heads and saw the students from Class 3 standing in the hallway, looking into their classroom through the window.
Among this group of people, except for Xie Yu who had no expression, everyone else had very expressive faces.
They all looked down on them, with an incredible aura of superiority.
Especially the class representative of Class 3, who almost looked down them through his nostrils.
From the moment the results were announced at noon until the end of school in the evening, the hottest topic on the school forum was no longer the CP post of the two big shots, but the two incredible report cards.
All kinds of rumors kept emerging and opinions were divided.
After evening self-study class ended, Xie Yu took a shower and came out of the bathroom. He heard his phone ringing on the desk for a long time and walked over to check the notification.
In the notification bar was a post link sent by Wan Da, with several big words written on it: "Shocking! Two school big shots suspected of having a brain injury from a car accident!"
"..."
[Wan Da]: Now yours and Brother Chao's image is like this.
[Wan Da]: They also hope that you two can go to the hospital to see the neurology department..."
Xie Yu glanced at it and found that the content behind it was becoming more and more bizarre, with high-tech brain transplant technology, genetic mutations, and even the popular "time travel" and "rebirth" settings.
When He Chao knocked on the door with the test paper, Xie Yu had just closed the imaginative post.
The little friend was wearing a thin hoodie with a loose style, and his hair was still dripping with water.
He wiped himself off and casually grabbed a towel, then lightly combed his hair back with a few fingers. When he pushed the stray hair in front of his forehead back, his features became more prominent, and his eyebrows were cold and clear.
He Chao had originally come with the test paper, but now that he saw Xie Yu, he couldn't remember anything about the test: "What are you looking at?"
"Brain-dead post."
"The one from Wan Da?" He Chao closed the door with a flick of his hand and added, "The novel inside was pretty well-written. Have you read it? It's called...Rebirth of the No. 2 High School Big Shot."
Xie Yu replied, "I skimmed through it."
He Chao placed his exam paper on the table and watched Xie Yu bend down to pick up his clothes for a while.
Xie Yu tossed his dirty clothes into the laundry basket and thought for a moment before reaching for his jacket on the bed. As soon as his hand touched the fabric, He Chao pressed on it.
"Don't bother cleaning up," He Chao said. "Do you want to clean me up instead?"
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