Summer in Your Name - 42

When Sheng Xia saw Zhang Sujin again at lunch on Monday, she felt a bit uneasy.  

For one, because of Zhang Shu's ‘heads-up’, Zhang Sujin might think of her as being overly dramatic.  

For another, because of what she had overheard under the corridor stairs.  

Zhang Sujin, however, just looked at her with a bright smile. “You’re here?”  

“Mm…”  

When a beauty smiles, even a girl like Sheng Xia can’t help but be momentarily dazzled.  

While eating, Sheng Xia wondered: What kind of person could possibly deserve such a beautiful woman?  

She pulled out her phone and searched: Junlan Group.

The company’s website had a section introducing the management team.  

A whole page of directors, presidents, and vice presidents—most of them surnamed Lu. But Sheng Xia could spot Lu Youze’s uncle at a glance.  

After all, he was the one with the lightest hair color.  

The website didn’t provide much detail, but it had exactly the information Sheng Xia was curious about.  

Twenty-seven years old.  

The age gap with Sister Sujin was quite significant. But it didn’t matter—Sister Sujin looked youthful anyway.  

Sheng Xia glanced at Zhang Shu, who was eating across from her while watching NBA highlights.  

He and Lu Youze were so at odds, what would happen if they became family?  

It was hard to imagine.  

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice Zhang Shu suddenly lift his eyes, catching her unguarded gaze.  

At the same time, Hou Junqi, who had never seen Sheng Xia use her phone during meals, leaned over to peek at her screen. “Junlan Group? Lu Youze’s family business. Little Sheng Xia, why are you looking this up?”  

“…”  

At his words, Sheng Xia saw Zhang Shu tap his phone screen, probably pausing the video, and fix her with a questioning stare.  

Sheng Xia’s heart raced inexplicably. She tried to put her phone away in a hurry. But the more flustered she was, the more clumsy she got—her phone slipped and clattered to the floor.  

Hou Junqi, quick on his feet, picked it up and checked it. “Not broken. Little Sheng Xia, What kind of bad stuff are you up to, getting all guilty like that?”

His words only made things worse. As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Shu’s brows knitted into a deep frown.  

Sheng Xia looked up, nervous as anything.  

Hou Junqi, realizing too late that he’d stirred the pot, darted his eyes nervously between the two.  

No one spoke first, and the meal ended in silence.  

Sheng Xia felt trapped in a loop—she’d stumbled upon another secret about him.  

This time, it wasn’t a misunderstanding.

It was enough to make her tremble.  

---

During the evening study session, Qi Xiulei brought two books: College Entrance Exam Guide and Admissions Plan. Everyone crowded around him, chattering excitedly, matching their grades to their dream schools and majors.  

Xin Xiaohe returned after flipping through the books, sighing dramatically, “Ugh, will Dongzhou University forever be my unattainable dream? No!”  

Sheng Xia was curious too, but her leg injury made it hard to move around.  

“Xiaohe, how did you pick your target school?” she asked.  

Xin Xiaohe blinked, confused. “I don’t know, no special reason, I guess? I just thought it was a good school, and my grades aren’t too far off. But I was wrong, they’re way off! Even my best score wouldn’t get me in, not even with majors adjustments. Ugh…”  

Sheng Xia asked, “Which university do you want to go to?”  

“Dongzhou University.”  

Sheng Xia nodded. A prestigious school, no doubt.  

Xin Xiaohe turned the question back. “What about you?”  

“I…” Sheng Xia shook her head. “I don’t know.”  

“Huh?”  

Sheng Xia pursed her lips and asked, “So why do you think Dongzhou is good?”  

“Um…” Xin Xiaohe thought for a moment. “I can’t really say. It just feels impressive, and it’s close to home. I don’t want to be too far from home.”

Sheng Xia: “Then wouldn’t Nanli University be better? It’s right next door and about the same level.”  

“There’s still a difference. Nanli leans more toward liberal arts, while Dongzhou is stronger in science and engineering.”  

“That's true.” 

“Yeah!” Xin Xiaohe continued, “And even though I don’t want to be too far from home, I also want to see the world more. You can’t stay at home or in this city forever, right?

Sheng Xia nodded. “I see.”  

School, major, city—all were important factors to consider. It really was complicated.

Sheng Xia decided she needed to buy those books and take a look herself.  

“Sigh, I might need to prepare a backup and look at other schools. Heyan has a lot of top universities, but it’s so far away, and I’m so afraid of the cold, I’d freeze to death there!” Xin Xiaohe muttered. “For people like us, top-tier schools are out of reach, but we’re not satisfied with second-tier ones either. It’s so frustrating. Zhang Shu has it easy—no stress, just takes the exam and waits for schools to fight over him.”

  

Zhang Shu…  

He's probably going to Heyan for university, right?  

Between Heqing University and Haiyan University, which would he choose?  

As she pondered, Yang Linyu came over, hesitating before speaking. “Xiaohe, what university do you want to go to?”  

Xin Xiaohe shot him a glare. “None of your business!”  

Yang Linyu: …  

Sheng Xia watched the two and shook her head helplessly.

Yang Linyu looks so pitiful, he seemed to want to say something but held himself back.

Xiaohe was oblivious, completely carefree.  

‘Which university do you want to go to?’—wasn’t that the most subtle way of confessing?

  

Just as Sheng Xia was about to dive into her studies, a thought struck her. She tapped Xin Xiaohe. “Xiaohe, do you know why Zhang Shu and Lu Youze… don’t get along?”  

It was more than just not getting along, they were practically at each other’s throats. But Sheng Xia phrased it delicately.  

Xin Xiaohe was surprised by Sheng Xia’s question. Sheng Xia almost never gossiped.  

Given the sensitive dynamic between Zhang Shu and Lu Youze, Xin Xiaohe wasn’t sure how to respond.  

After hesitating, she asked, “Are you asking for Zhang Shu’s sake or Lu Youze’s?”  

“Huh?” Sheng Xia didn’t follow.  

Xin Xiaohe clarified, “I mean, whose perspective do you want to hear it from?”  

Sheng Xia: “A third perspective.”  

Xin Xiaohe: …alright, let's not fall into a trap.   

“Let me think about how to put it…”  

Sheng Xia: Is it that complicated?  

“To put it simply, Lu Youze snitched on Zhang Shu, Hou Junqi, and Chen Mengyao,” Xin Xiaohe summarized.  

It involved Chen Mengyao too?  

Sheng Xia asked, “What happened?”  

“It was back in the first year. Lu Youze was in the student council, really dedicated to his role, maybe a bit rigid? I don’t know how to describe it. Anyway, he reported Chen Mengyao to the grade office for singing at a bar and reported Zhang Shu and Hou Junqi for fighting. Some say Zhang Shu and Hou Junqi beat up some local punks to defend Chen Mengyao. Others say it had nothing to do with her, just some personal grudges. There’s even talk that Hou Junqi’s kick sent someone crashing so hard they were bleeding. No one knew exactly what happened; we only had guesses. In the end, all three got publicly criticized.”  

“What?” Sheng Xia was shocked.  

This...whether it was a love triangle gone wrong or some kind of gangster grudge. It sounded so… intense.

“Yeah. Back then, Lu Youze wasn’t in the same class as Zhang Shu and Hou Junqi, so nothing else happened after that. But in second year, when they ended up in the same class, Hou Junqi was cursing the first day. They’re just completely different types of people, so they’ve stayed at odds ever since. Oh, Lu Youze used to go to Zhang Shu’s family’s Afternoon Care but quit because of this.”  

That was indeed a messy situation.  

No wonder, at the start of the semester, Hou Junqi had asked her if Lu Youze had been a snitch since middle school.  

But a head wound with bleeding didn’t sound like a small report, did it?  

“So, if that’s the case, why would Chen…” Sheng Xia was a little embarrassed to gossip about others, “Why would Chen Mengyao pursue Lu Youze?”  

Weren’t they practically enemies?  

“Maybe they got close through conflict? Or for Lu Youze’s crown prince status? Or to mess with Zhang Shu?” Xin Xiaohe speculated. “I'm just making wild guesses here. Their story has so many versions, I don’t dare jump to conclusions. Zhang Shu already called me a rumor-spreading machine once.”  

After hearing all this, Sheng Xia still couldn’t gauge how deep their grudge ran.

But one thing was certain, the bad blood had been brewing for a while.  

If those two ever sat at the same dinner table, what would happen?  

---

That evening, Wang Lianhua came to pick her up. Sheng Xia asked her mom to stop by the north gate to buy the College Entrance Exam Guide and Admissions Plan.  

Back home, before Sheng Xia could look through them, Wang Lianhua was already browsing with interest, exclaiming, “So many schools!”

Sheng Xia said, “Once we match them to my grades, there aren’t many left.”  

Wang Lianhua didn’t look up. “Go study. I’ll check these for you.”  

As Sheng Xia was about to leave, she heard Wang Lianhua add, “I think Nanli University is great. One of the admissions teachers there used to work under your dad. You could keep living at home, how nice.”  

“Nanli University’s score cutoff is pretty high too,” Sheng Xia murmured.  

“There’s a local admissions policy, and you’ve still got a semester left. Don’t talk yourself down,” Wang Lianhua said, flipping through the books. “There are other good schools in Nanli too. Nanli Tech is a first-tier university, and local schools have job placement advantages. Dongzhou is also worth considering, it’s close.”  

Sheng Xia didn’t respond.  

It was clear her mom wanted her to stay in Nanli.  

Dongzhou was probably the farthest her mom could accept.

Xin Xiaohe's words echoed in Sheng Xia's mind: You can’t stay at home or in this city forever, right?  

How many people, like her, were in their final year of high school and still had no clue what university they wanted to attend—or even what a university was really like? Determined to find out, Sheng Xia decided to browse online.

She opened Heqing University’s website.  

When the page loaded, her heart skipped a beat. How dare I even look?  

But then she thought, why not? It’s just checking out the school he might go to.  

A sense of shared pride, wasn’t it?

The homepage featured the university’s grand, historical gate, with the words Heqing University gleaming in gold.  

Sheng Xia browsed from the school overview to department listings, student activities, and even a news article about a teacher winning a ‘March 8th Red Flag¹’ award.  

(¹: A Chinese honor recognizing outstanding contributions by women, named after International Women’s Day.)

So this is what a university is like?  

Reading that the library held over seven million books, Sheng Xia was filled with awe.  

That’s so many books!  

The city library probably had about that many, right?

So this was what a top university was like?  

Thinking of the sky-high score requirements, Sheng Xia quickly closed the page.  

Better stop looking, too much, and she'll start dreaming.  

---

  

It was time for her biweekly checkup, hopefully the last, if all went well.  

Usually, Li Xu took her, but this time, Sheng Mingfeng came personally.  

The doctor said her recovery was excellent, well-cared for with no complications or cracks, not even the small ones. The cast could be removed as scheduled, and she could start walking with the cast to build strength.

Everything went smoothly, and Sheng Mingfeng arranged dinner afterward.  

Sheng Xia declined, she felt spending the afternoon at the hospital was already too much time wasted.

“I have something important to discuss,” Sheng Mingfeng said.  

Dinner was at their usual restaurant, with Zou Weiping joining them.  

As the private room door opened, Zou Weiping came over to help her. “Are you better now? I’ve been meaning to visit you, but your dad said, ‘Hah, even I barely get to see her, let alone you. Sheng Xia's busier than me, a Party Secretary!’”  

Sheng Xia smiled. “I’m better now.”  

Sheng Mingfeng was in a good mood today, laughed. “My daughter’s got my grit when it comes to studying!”  

Zou Weiping scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re stubborn as a mule. Xiaxia has such a good temper, how’s she like you?”  

Sheng Mingfeng: “Don't I know my daughter best? Sheng Xia might seem gentle, But once she sets her mind on something, not even ten oxen can budge her. And she won’t even give you a heads-up, she's as stubborn as they come!"

Sheng Xia: …  

“Xiaxia?”  

Sheng Xia looked up at her father.  

Sheng Mingfeng asked, “Have you thought about what university you want to go to?”  

Sheng Xia shook her head. “I'll see how I score first."

“What does your mom think?”  

“She probably wants me to go to Nanli University.”  

“Nanli University’s great, it’s close,” Zou Weiping said.

Sheng Mingfeng, who had studied at Nanli University for a part-time graduate degree years ago, knew its prestige and high score requirements. Even with local admissions policies, Sheng Xia’s grades were shaky.  

He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Are you confident?"  

Sheng Xia sighed unconsciously. “Not really.”  

The mood stiffened. Zou Weiping broke the silence. “Let’s eat first, the food’s getting cold.”  

It was clear her father called her here mainly to discuss university matters

Sheng Xia ate without much appetite and soon put down her chopsticks.  

“Xiaxia, what if you studied abroad? Brush up on your language skills, and let an agency handle the rest,” Sheng Mingfeng said casually.  

It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a statement.  

Sheng Xia: “I don’t want to study abroad, at least not now.”

The mere thought of being in a foreign land made her feel inexplicably melancholic.  

What would happen to her mom if she went abroad?  

“It’s the best option for you,” Sheng Mingfeng said, hands on her shoulders, his tone benevolent and as authoritative as when he chaired meetings. “Your brother Li already contacted an agency. They came to me with some great universities for you—rankings way higher than Nanli University, even better than Heqing or Haiyan.”  

His message was clear.  

Go abroad, and with good planning and language scores, she could attend a school better than Dongzhou or Heqing university. Stay in China for the college entrance exam, and she’d likely miss even Nanli University.  

It seemed like an obvious choice.  

“Your English foundation isn’t bad. Ease up on other subjects, focus on language. If you pass with a high score, it could even get you a scholarship. We don’t need the money, but it’d be a huge boost for you. Talk this over with your mother when you get home."

Sheng Mingfeng laid out facts and reasoning, his tone persuasive.  

Sheng Xia stayed silent.  

Why can’t studying be just her business alone?  

Zhang Shu, why is what you said so hard?  

After dinner, Sheng Mingfeng drove her back to school. As she got out, they ran into Lu Youze coming out of the bike shed.  

“Xiaxia,” Lu Youze called, then noticed Sheng Mingfeng and greeted him. “Uncle Sheng.”  

Sheng Mingfeng looked at Lu Youze, trying to remember him. “Lu—”  

“Lu Youze,” he introduced himself. “We’ve met before, Uncle.”  

“Right,” Sheng Mingfeng chuckled warmly. “You used to be a chubby kid. Look how tall you are now!”  

Lu Youze: “Had to grow sideways before growing upwards, right?”  

“You’re a fine young man now. Your dad’s lucky,” Sheng Mingfeng praised.  

Lu Youze glanced at Sheng Xia, replying smoothly, “Uncle Sheng’s the lucky one.”  

Sheng Mingfeng laughed heartily.  

With Lu Youze there, Sheng Mingfeng didn’t walk her to class and drove off.  

Lu Youze walked beside Sheng Xia as they made their way through the corridor.

From Class 1 to Class 6, each classroom was once again filled with everyone staring like a flock of geese.

Sheng Xia could only quicken her pace.  

Lu Youze said, “Xiaxia, I heard from my dad’s assistant that you signed up with the same study-abroad agency as me?”  

Sheng Xia froze. She’d only just found out herself, how did he know?  

Then it clicked, his dad probably recommended the agency to her dad.  

“I don’t know. Maybe,” she said honestly.  

Lu Youze caught the gloom in her tone. “You don’t want to study abroad?”  

Sheng Xia: “I’m not sure yet.”  

Lu Youze: “When I heard at home, I was actually kind of happy. Having someone familiar would make going abroad feel less daunting.”

Since nothing was confirmed, Sheng Xia didn’t know how to respond, and they walked in silence.  

As they neared the classroom’s back door, noisy voices came from the front, a group was rushing over down the corridor, taking the stairs two or three at a time to Class 6.  

Familiar voices.  

They were all people she knew.  

The two sides met head-on, stopping in their tracks, staring at each other.  

Zhang Shu, Hou Junqi, Han Xiao, and a few others had probably just come from playing basketball, all of them drenched in sweat, with their school uniforms either slung over their shoulders or tied around their waists. In early winter, the boys wore light clothes, brimming with energy.

 

In stark contrast to Sheng Xia’s frail, listless demeanor.  

Zhang Shu, with a crossbody bag slung over his shoulder and a basketball in hand, stood tall, his face flushed from exercise but his gaze was as cold as moonlight.

The air crackled with invisible tension.  

---

Half an hour earlier, at the Affiliated High School basketball court.  

During a streetball game’s halftime break, the guys gave the court to some juniors while they lounged under a tree, drinking water and chatting.  

Han Xiao nudged Hou Junqi’s shoulder. “What’s up with Brother Shu lately?”  

Wu Pengcheng also joined in, “He seems off.”  

Hou Junqi whispered, “Troubled by love!”  

Han Xiao: “What? Because of Sheng Xia?”  

Hou Junqi, almost in a whisper: “Sheng Xia looked up Lu Youze’s family on Baidu…”

  

“Oh, damn!”  

“What’s that about?”  

Zhang Shu, sitting nearby, shot a glance at his friends. Did they think he was deaf or blind?  

But he didn’t care much, curious to hear what these knuckleheads would come up with.  

“Speaking of Baidu,” Liu Huian said, pulling out his phone like he’d remembered something. “I didn’t mean to dig, but I overheard my mom say the transfer student in our grade is Sheng Mingfeng’s daughter. My dad was so shocked, so I wondered who Sheng Mingfeng was. I didn’t really care at first, but then I thought, are there other transfer students in our grade? Nope. So I looked it up on Baidu…”  

He passed his phone to the group, muttering, “At first, I wasn’t sure which ‘Ming’ or ‘Feng,’ but holy crap, the search autocompleted the entry…”  

“Holy shit!”  

“No way!”  

“Some people keep such a low profile, you’d never guess!”  

Hou Junqi glanced at Zhang Shu, who sat cross-legged on the ground, hands resting casually on his knees, looking like he already knew.  

“Shu?” Hou Junqi called.  

Zhang Shu looked over.  

Hou Junqi handed him the phone.  

Zhang Shu glanced at the grayscale ID photo on the page, took the phone, and scrolled.  

Hmm… a solid, impressive resume for a government official.

He’d had a hunch from that day at the hospital, but the actual position was a bit higher than he’d thought.  

Zhang Shu handed the phone back, his face expressionless.  

Maybe more than just a bit higher.  

As Han Xiao said, some people keep such a low profile, you’d never guess.  

The group was reeling from the revelation that ‘the girl their bro likes is the daughter of a high ranking official’.  

Zhang Shu stood, bounced the ball, and went back to the court, slamming a three-pointer so hard the backboard shook.  

His intensity was so fierce that the younger kids grabbed their ball and backed off.  

Hou Junqi and the others exchanged looks, shook their heads, and joined him on the court.

Zhang Shu played wildly, no strategy, just smashing the ball against the backboard, not caring if it went in or not—just venting.

Wu Pengcheng, after chasing the ball across half the court for the umpteenth time, came back wiping sweat and grumbling, “Bro, can you take it easy?”  

Zhang Shu didn’t let up, and the others had no choice but to tough it out to accompany him.

Another three-pointer smashed the backboard and flew off, rolling across several courts toward the teaching building.  

This time, Zhang Shu went to retrieve it himself.  

The others waited, but he didn’t come back. They saw him standing by the chain-link fence, holding the ball, staring outside.  

Hou Junqi and Han Xiao jogged over, following his gaze.  

On the school path nearby, an Audi was parked. Standing beside it was the man they’d just seen on Baidu—Sheng Mingfeng.  

Alongside him were Sheng Xia and Lu Youze.  

They were chatting and laughing happily.  

Han Xiao whispered, “Shu…”  

Zhang Shu, still expressionless, tucked the ball under his arm and said flatly, “I’m done playing.”  

This was the worst-case scenario that could happen now.

Hou Junqi tried to break the tense standoff. “They live in the same complex. Maybe they just ran into each other by coincidence…”

Zhang Shu shot him a look.  

Who didn’t know Sheng Xia had a checkup today? Coincidence, my ass.  

Han Xiao pinched Hou Junqi’s arm. “If you can’t talk, just shut up.”  

Wasn’t that just rubbing in the ‘well-matched’ angle? Idiot.  

Sheng Xia couldn’t make sense of Zhang Shu’s murderous glare. Not wanting to get caught in the crossfire, she hobbled into the classroom through the back door, struggling through the book-cluttered aisle to her seat.  

It would have been much easier if she'd come in through the front door from the corridor.  

But she didn’t.  

Outside, Zhang Shu watched the two walk in one after the other, Lu Youze trailing like a bodyguard. He smirked coldly, tossed the ball to Han Xiao, and entered the classroom.  

The group scattered, casting sympathetic glances at Hou Junqi.  

Not long after Sheng Xia sat down, she heard a chair being yanked beside her. The tall boy dropped heavily into his seat. Then, after a moment of silence that lasted about a minute, Zhang Shu spun around, his hand landing heavily but casually on her chair’s backrest.  

Sheng Xia froze, turning to face him.  

His posture was almost like he was encircling her, his gaze sharp and intense, sparks flickering in his eyes.

What… what is he doing?

“I suggest you focus on studying. At a time like this, stop filling your head with nonsense,” Zhang Shu said.  

His voice was low, restrained, audible only to them.  

His tone was heavy, each word feeling like it could crush her.  

She murmured, “W-what are you talking about?”  

Why was he suddenly acting crazy?  

Zhang Shu’s Adam's Apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something but held back, exasperated.  

With a thud, he grabbed his crossbody bag and dropped it onto her desk.  

Sheng Xia flinched, instinctively leaning back into her chair—forgetting his arm was there. Whether it was reflex or something else, he suddenly wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she leaned back.

In that instant, both froze.  

Even through clothes, he could feel her arm, soft and delicate, like it might snap with any little force. His arm tingled like it’d been electrified.

Sheng Xia’s face flushed redder than his post-game glow.  

“Y-you…”  

Zhang Shu snapped back to his senses and quickly let go, his eyes darting away, though his words stayed sharp. “What’s with you? Can’t even sit steady?”  

Sheng Xia felt utterly wronged, thinking the person before her was being completely unreasonable.  

Why did he suddenly get so fierce? It was scary.  

Zhang Shu saw the fear in her angry but silent eyes and sighed almost imperceptibly. Softening his tone, he pointed at his bag. “Open it.”

Still shaken, Sheng Xia obediently unzipped his bag.

He ordered again, "Take it out.”

She gave him a wary glance but still did as she was told, taking out everything inside.

It was a stack of over a dozen notebooks.  

Her eyes flicked to him, confused.  

Zhang Shu: “Open them.”  

At that moment, Sheng Xia finally understood what it meant to be caught in a spell, she followed his orders despite feeling wronged and clueless about his intentions. 

He was like a commanding demon, his voice cold enough to plunge the room into winter.

Her hands trembled.  

[Math] Zhang Shu, Grade 1, Class 20.  

[Math] Zhang Shu, Grade 2, Class 6.  

[Physics] Zhang Shu, Grade 1, Class 20.  

…  

Notebook after notebook—his notes and mistake books from the past two years.  

At the bottom was a folder with his monthly and final exams for each subject.  

Sheng Xia looked at him, stunned.  

Zhang Shu said coolly, “If you want to give up on seeking wisdom and become a rogue instead, I don’t care, I’m sending Buddha all the way to the west, my duty’s done².”  

(²: A Chinese idiom meaning to complete a task thoroughly or see something through to the end.) 

Though she didn't understand what he was saying, she smiled sincerely. “Thank you, Zhang Shu.”

Zhang Shu pulled his hand from her chair backrest, turned to sit properly, and snorted. “You should be thanking me. You can’t find this on Baidu.”

Sheng Xia: …  

She vaguely pieced it together—he was still mad about her looking up Lu Youze’s family?  

It seemed the conflict between him and Lu Youze really ran deep.

But didn’t he say Chen Mengyao wasn’t his old flame? Then why fight for her? Why such hostility toward Lu Youze?  

Or was it that he couldn’t win her over, so he said that in front of everyone to save face and comfort himself?  

She’d thought about helping him and Lu Youze mend things, but now she realized she’d overestimated herself. This was beyond her capabilities.

Unable to untangle the mess, she pushed aside the faint discomfort in her chest and shook her head helplessly.  

The boy beside her caught the gesture and demanded, “What, am I wrong?”  

“Huh?” Sheng Xia, flustered and confused, answered instinctively, “N-No, you’re right.”

Zhang Shu: “Before the final exams, make time to do all the first- and second-year papers. Redo mistakes at least three times."

“What?” Sheng Xia said, surprised. “Affiliated High School’s first- and second-year monthly and final exams?”

Zhang Shu, still grumpy, replied, “What else? Your trash papers from No. 2 High School?”  

Sheng Xia: … He’s so fierce.  

Her heart felt a twinge of bitterness. One, because he was taking his anger at his rival out on her. Two, because…

....because of the fact that they were love rivals. 

Her eyes seemed to glisten, looking pitifully wronged. Zhang Shu froze, forcibly tamping down his irritation and resisting the urge to ruffle her hair. He turned away, saying coolly but clearly, “Start with the notes from first year. Compare them with your own and fill in gaps. If there's something you don't understand, ask me right away. Don’t touch the mistake notes for now. I’ll get you blank copies of the old exam papers in a couple of days."

“Okay,” she replied, then thought, those papers wouldn’t be easy to get, right? After so long, even teachers might not have them. So she asked, “Where’ll you get them?”  

Zhang Shu sneered, “Not from Baidu, that’s for sure.”  

Sheng Xia: …  

Hou Junqi, listening silently from the front, trembled. 

Good lord, someone’s jealous out of their mind. Save me.  

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