After confirming Jiang Fuyue’s decision, Xu Jing announced that the Olympiad math class for the semester would start next week, along with a 25-day semi-closed pre-exam training program.
Compared to the intensive closed training before the National Physics Competition, this session had a more relaxed atmosphere. Thanks to solid regular training, there was no need to rush through the syllabus.
After all, the physics competition class had been built from scratch by Meng Zhijian, Yu Wenzhou, and a group of hardworking students, despite skepticism from the school and widespread doubt from outsiders.
But the Olympiad math class was different.
This class had won countless honors and achievements, and Xu Jing was the leading figure in Olympiad math training in Linhuai—a benchmark in the field.
Under such circumstances, the Olympiad math class received far more attention and resources than the physics competition class.
It was the pride and emblem of No. 1 High School!
If they messed it up, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The pressure on both teachers and students was evident.
If the physics competition was about fighting against the odds, then the Olympiad math class had to break new ground.
A person who scores zero and then scores full marks is seen as a genius—a surprise.
But if someone who usually scores 99 gets a 100, it’s simply expected.
Which is harder?
With that, the Olympiad math class was set.
After school in the afternoon, as soon as Jiang Fuyue stepped out of the classroom, she saw Yi Ci.
She walked over. “Waiting for me?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s up?”
Yi Ci glanced toward the back door of Class 3, where Yu Jiaze and Yu Kaixin were emerging with the crowd.
Jiang Fuyue followed his gaze.
Yi Ci said, “Let’s talk on the track.”
“Okay.”
When they reached the track, Jiang Han and Ge Meng were already there, diligently working on problems while leaning over the ping pong table.
Liu Sisi arrived soon after, resignedly pulling out her test papers to begin her daily “brain cell massacre.”
Too hard.
Yi Ci watched this unfold: “…”
The fear of homework returned in an instant.
Meanwhile, Jiang Fuyue smiled at him. “Talk first, or do problems first?”
Uh—
“Can’t we just talk?”
“No.”
“…”
Yi Ci begrudgingly pulled out his homework. One paper. Two papers—
Oh god! This was torture!
Half an hour later, Jiang Han and Ge Meng finished. Jiang Fuyue checked their work, found no errors, and the two top students strutted off with pride, walking with an air of arrogance.
Ten minutes later, Liu Sisi declared, “I’m done.”
Jiang Fuyue pointed out a few mistakes, Liu Sisi corrected them on the spot, and then she left.
That left only Yi Ci, scratching his head in frustration.
Jiang Fuyue didn’t make things difficult for him. If he didn’t understand, forcing it would just waste time.
She explained the problems in the simplest way, using the most understandable language. Yi Ci managed to finish smoothly.
Jiang Fuyue then said, “Alright, I’ll leave the task of delivering Zhong Ziang’s homework to you.”
Of course, this “delivery” wasn’t just handing it over—he had to make sure Zhong Zi’ang actually finished it.
No wonder Jiang Fuyue had explained the problems so thoroughly…
Yi Ci suddenly felt a little bitter.
So, half the reason she taught him was for that guy Zhong Ziang? That b*stard!
“Oh, right. You said you had something to talk about—what is it?”
Yi Ci frowned, a serious look flashing in his eyes. “Do you really think Zhong Ziang’s fall yesterday was just an accident?”
Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow. “What did you find?”
“I—”
Before he could finish—
“Classmate Jiang!”
A girl ran over, her cheeks flushed and breathing slightly rushed. “I finally found you!”
It was Yu Kaixin.
Yi Ci’s words were cut off, and his face darkened.
Jiang Fuyue asked, “What is it?”
“Is this your wallet? I found it near your seat after school.”
Jiang Fuyue shook her head. “No.”
“Huh? It’s not yours?” The girl seemed a little disappointed, her gaze hesitant, looking as lost as a little rabbit.
Unfortunately, neither of the two standing in front of her—a guy and a girl—were the type to fall for that act.
“Then I’ll ask around,” she said and turned to leave.
Jiang Fuyue and Yi Ci exchanged a glance but remained silent.
But just as Yu Kaixin turned away, she suddenly spun back. “Oh! I almost forgot—how’s Classmate Zhong? Yesterday was so chaotic. After my brother and I got to the hospital, our family kept calling, urging us to come home. We really had no choice but to leave before we could visit his room.”
Jiang Fuyue said, “He’s fine. Eating, sleeping, all good.”
Yu Kaixin let out a breath of relief. “That’s great! Otherwise, my brother would’ve felt terrible…”
Jiang Fuyue’s gaze sharpened. “Why would your brother feel terrible about Zhong Ziang’s fall? Did he cause it?”
Yu Kaixin froze, then looked instantly aggrieved. “T-they were playing basketball together! If someone gets hurt, of course, he’d feel guilty. But basketball is a physical sport—collisions are inevitable. H-how can you say it was my brother’s fault?”
Her voice was soft and delicate, tinged with grievance—pitiful, as if she were easy to bully.
If Jiang Fuyue were a guy, she might have softened immediately.
In fact, Yi Ci was already looking uncomfortable, shifting awkwardly.
Sure enough, a sweet girl’s act of pouting and whining was a lethal move against straight guys.
Jiang Fuyue chuckled. “Relax, I was just joking. You actually took it seriously?”
Who said only you could use tone tricks? I can too~
Yu Kaixin’s eye twitched slightly.
