The idiom that best describes liking someone is probably 'having a guilty conscience,' right?

——'Little Monster's Diary'

At that time, seats were rotated every two weeks. This meant that Zhou Siyue's group, currently the first group by the door, would move to the fourth group by the window in two weeks. The second group would move to the door, the third and fourth groups would shift towards the middle, and the two middle groups would merge, forming the most typical 2-4-2 seating arrangement.

Deng Wanwan and Zhou Siyue were only separated by an aisle, which meant that in a month and a half, Deng Wanwan would be sitting next to Zhou Siyue.

Ding Xian quickly realized this, and of course, Kong Shadi was also unhappy.

She was at the fifth desk in the fourth group. Her deskmate was a quiet girl who usually had little presence in the class, didn't participate in any activities, and only focused on studying, yet her grades didn't seem to improve much.

Kong Shadi's grades were on the brink of danger. If things continued this way, she might be eliminated next year. Ding Xian couldn't help but glance over. Kong Shadi was face down on the desk, half her face buried in the desktop, in a bad mood.

Ding Xian then looked at Song Ziqi, who was chatting and laughing with Deng Wanwan next to her.

She could completely understand Kong Shadi's mood at the moment, but she didn't know how to comfort her, especially since she was still Zhou Siyue's deskmate.

"Give me back the test paper."

Someone beside her said.

Ding Xian suddenly snapped back to reality, seeing Zhou Siyue's cool expression. She mumbled a few 'ohs', pulled the test paper out of her backpack, and obediently handed it over. "Here."

Zhou Siyue took it, casually flipped through it, placed it on the desk, and asked in a flat voice, "Done copying?"

"Mm."

"Don't let it happen again."

"..."

The class bell rang, and Chinese teacher Zhan Wenli walked into the classroom with a cup in hand, right as the bell chimed. A waft of perfume, a bit pungent, entered with the breeze, making the students in the front rows instinctively rub their noses.

Zhou Siyue, while flipping through his Chinese textbook, casually asked her, "What did you do in Shanghai?"

Ding Xian was startled. "You know I went to Shanghai?"

'She thought she told the Zhou Family she was going out of town?'

Zhou Siyue sneered, leaning back in his chair, and said rather sarcastically, "You told Liu Xiaofeng, but you can't tell me?"

"That's because Liu Xiaofeng asked me what I was doing for National Day. You didn't ask, so why would I tell you?" Ding Xian pouted.

Zhou Siyue: "He asked you what you were doing for National Day?"

"How would I know? I said I was taking a few days off to go to Shanghai."

No sooner had she spoken than both of them were called out.

Zhan Wenli's sharp gaze was fixed directly on them. She pushed up her glasses and said in a loud voice, "Ding Xian, stand up."

'Why didn't she tell him to stand up?'

Ding Xian grumbled internally but still had to stand up, filled with resentment.

"Where was I just now?"

'You didn't say anything.'

Leaving Ding Xian aside, she really could multitask sometimes. Zhan Wenli truly hadn't said anything just now.

However, she didn't dare to retort. Zhan Wenli calling her meant she had already seen her talking to Zhou Siyue. If she argued further, Zhan Wenli probably wouldn't let her off for the rest of the class.

She just lowered her head, wearing an expression of admitting her mistake.

Fortunately, Zhan Wenli didn't make things difficult for her. She reminded her to pay attention in class and then let her sit down.

Ding Xian sat down, her ears flushed, anxiously enduring the rest of the class.

After class, Zhan Wenli called Ding Xian to the office.

The office wasn't large; seven or eight teachers were squeezed into one room. Zhan Wenli's desk was at the innermost window seat. As soon as Ding Xian entered, she was scrutinized by a few other teachers with expressionless faces, which made Ding Xian even more embarrassed. She followed silently behind Zhan Wenli, her head bowed.

Zhan Wenli wore high heels, and the sound of her walking almost seemed to pierce the floor. She pulled out a chair and sat down, then looked up at Ding Xian and asked, "Are you from Yanping?"

Ding Xian nodded.

Zhan Wenli: "Students from your Yanping seem to be quite good at Chinese. Xu Ke, from two generations ago, was also taught by me, and he often got full marks on his essays."

Ding Xian couldn't quite grasp the underlying meaning.

Zhan Wenli: "I looked at your Chinese entrance exam results. First place overall, and 48 points for the essay, which is quite good. This preliminary exam seems to show a slight regression. Are you being quite affected by being next to Zhou Siyue?"

"No..."

Before she could finish, Zhan Wenli took a sip of water and continued on her own: "These boys who came up directly from the Affiliated High School are all the same. I don't think he's ever listened attentively in Chinese class, though his writing is decent. Students like him are hard to manage. Don't let him lead you astray."

Zhan Wenli was the first teacher to show dislike for Zhou Siyue in front of Ding Xian.

All the teachers on this floor seemed to show an attitude of extreme appreciation for Zhou Siyue's talent, especially the math teacher, who would frequently give Zhou Siyue difficult problems to solve in the office.

"Actually, he didn't..."

Ding Xian bit her lip, subconsciously wanting to explain for him, but then feared the teacher might misunderstand, so she changed her tone: "His math is very good."

Zhan Wenli crossed her legs, her high heel dangling and swinging. One hand was on the mouse, the other holding a cup of water. Hearing the sound, she turned and glanced at Ding Xian, saying, "What will truly be useful in the future is Chinese, not math."

Ding Xian stared at her silently.

Zhan Wenli didn't say much more to her, telling her there was a city-wide middle school essay competition at the end of the month and to prepare for it. "By the way, you can be the Chinese class representative. Just come to my office one class ahead to collect homework. And talk less with Zhou Siyue during class."

"..."

Ding Xian returned to the classroom, and as soon as she sat down, Zhou Siyue asked her, "What did Zhan Wenli want with you?"

Students in the class all liked to call teachers by their full names privately.

"Can't you politely call her Teacher Zhan?"

"I don't just act polite with anyone."

At the time, Ding Xian merely heard it and let it pass, but looking back later, that sentence truly left a deep impression on her.

"Zhan Wenli told me to talk less with you during class." She sighed, putting on a regretful expression: "I have to say, I can't imagine that there's actually a teacher who dislikes you."

Zhou Siyue chuckled after hearing that. "I'm not the renminbi; why should everyone like me?"

'But in my eyes, you are the renminbi.'

Ding Xian pressed, "Aren't you sad?"

"Sad about what?"

Young Master Zhou lowered his head to write on the test paper, his fringe fluttering, as fluid as the pen tip in his hand.