Lin Zhexia lowered her head and started playing with her phone. She habitually opened her chat with Chi Yao.
She sent a few bored messages:—
What are you doing?
School’s starting soon—
We’re at the same school this time! We can! Go to school together!—
Do you think we’ll be in the same class?
Chi Yao didn’t reply.
She waited for a while, then exited the chat.
Beside her, Wei Ping lightly cleared his throat, finally finding a topic: “School’s starting soon. Are you nervous about going to a new school?”
Lin Zhexia thought for a moment, then answered: “It’s fine, I’m not very nervous.”
She truly wasn’t very nervous.
If there was anything to be nervous about, it wasn’t going to a new school, but the fact that her grades were indeed a bit embarrassing.
Although she had gotten into No. 2 High School, it was still an exceptional performance that barely crossed the admission line.
Lin Zhexia had always been a person with good self-awareness.
Although emotionally she didn’t want to do the extra assignments Lin He had arranged, rationally, she knew very well that she did need this homework.
She knew her grades weren’t good, and that she should work harder.
So she completed these twenty pages of homework every day, ensuring both quantity and quality.
And during this time, because of Chi Yao, although his teaching style wasn’t very friendly, often accompanied by sarcasm and personal attacks, she had indeed, because of him, mastered many of the knowledge points for the first year of high school in advance.
These days, under Chi Yao’s “tutoring.”
She gradually found that the slight nervousness brought by the start of school had completely disappeared.
After she finished speaking, her phone screen lit up.
[You have received two new messages]
Chi Dog: Based on our scores
Chi Dog: Not very likely
After a while, the screen lit up again—
Also—
Being able to attend the same school as me is already your honor—
Don’t ask for too much
“…”
Looking at these messages, Lin Zhexia couldn’t help but reflect on whether she had eaten too much dinner.
Otherwise, why would she, with nothing to do after eating, send messages to this person?