Shen Zhifei smiled slightly: "Girls should have special privileges, especially romantic girls."
And so, Lin Qian handed him her pink envelope.
After parting ways in the corridor, Shen Zhifei walked into the empty classroom in the early morning, took out another identical pink envelope from his pocket, and placed it on Song Lang's desk.
As for the original manuscript, he carefully hid it intact in the inner pocket of his backpack.
Chapter 008
As soon as Song Lang entered the classroom, he saw the envelope on the desk.
He opened the letter before his classmate, who was sitting next to the loudspeaker, arrived.
The handwriting was still elegant and pleasing to the eye, but the content still left him bewildered.
My feelings for you are like a mathematical puzzle.
The answer lies hidden behind a fog of logic.
The premise is as follows:
4+2=28
6 + 3 = 218
8+4=232
9 + 3 = 327
And the result of 10+2 is all the language I want to say to you.
—Presented by Lin Qian, Class 1, Grade 1
When Song Lang saw this math problem, he was completely stumped. He held his pen in his mouth, stared wide-eyed, thought for a while, then pulled out a piece of draft paper from his desk and began to write furiously.
Shen Zhifei, who was reviewing her lessons, glanced at him seemingly unintentionally, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.
Meng Fanxing, familiar with the place, slipped into the back door of Class 4 classroom, intending to borrow homework from his tutor. But as soon as he entered, he found his good friend engrossed in writing.
He was startled, thinking that things were about to change. Song Lang was studying hard, so what reason did he have not to work hard?
If Song Lang surpasses him, his backside will really get a good spanking.
He turned his question from homework into a question, and only reluctantly returned to his own class when the preparatory bell rang.
"Holy crap! I figured it out!" Song Lang exclaimed excitedly, slamming his hand on the table and drawing countless stares.
Shen Zhifei glanced at him sideways, and Song Lang grinned at him, "It's alright, it's alright, you continue studying."
He turned around nonchalantly and began to think about what he needed to write tomorrow.
Looking at the final "520" on the draft paper, Song Lang understood what the girl meant, but he didn't quite understand why she didn't write it out clearly and instead gave him a question.
I knew perfectly well that he was a complete loser, ranking last.
Is this liking him, or torturing him?
He sighed, folded the letter, and put it into his schoolbag.
On the third day, Song Lang was no longer surprised when he saw the pink envelope on his desk.
He had a premonition, and even came to school early because of it.
So much so that his mother thought he had turned over a new leaf and suddenly realized his mistakes.
After opening the envelope, his eye twitched again.
Okay, this time it's not a math problem, it's in English.
He had a strong thirst for knowledge about love letters. Seeing so many unfamiliar words, he immediately borrowed a Chinese-English dictionary from the girl sitting in front of him.
"Brother Lang, what's wrong with you these past two days?" The girl at the table in front of him peeked at his desk, but was pushed back by having her forehead pressed down.
"Kids don't understand, stop fooling around." Song Lang flipped through the dictionary with a clattering sound, stumbling as he translated the full page of English love poems. He suddenly felt that his English level had made a qualitative leap.
Even in the English class essay exercise that day, he wrote a couple of sentences quite seriously.
Although his grammar was still full of mistakes, at least he learned a few words he had never known before, which earned him a lot of praise from his English teacher.
"Everyone should learn from Song Lang. It doesn't matter if your grades are poor or your foundation is weak; hard work is always good. Look at the essay he wrote today; he even used an advanced word like 'geous.' I'm very pleased and hope that Song Lang will continue to work hard."
"Wow, that's impressive, Lang-ge," Zhou Sen nudged Song Lang with his elbow from below the podium and laughed, "Have you unlocked your full potential in learning?"
"Get lost, get lost," Song Lang said, feigning anger. "You're everywhere. I was just going to get better anyway!"
Zhou Sen expressed his doubts.
And so, maintaining the frequency of one letter a day, the time came before National Day.
With a seven-day holiday just around the corner, everyone's butts are itching to sit still, and all they can think about is where to go for fun during these few days.
However, there's no escaping the exams that are meant to be taken.
Although the monthly exams were not strictly enforced, the exam rooms were still arranged symbolically according to the scores.
Song Lang, like everyone else, was also busy planning his holiday, but remembering his promise to Shen Zhifei to improve, he changed his usual style of sleeping as soon as he entered the exam room and answered a few questions seriously.
Huh? It doesn't seem that difficult after all.