A Black Horse

"But we're going to be late," Lou Shu muttered while looking at her watch.

Sheng Yue smiled, her eyes slightly arrogant. "Lou Shu, you can go in first. I'll go in later."

With that, she walked towards the Wiesmann.

Lou Shu struggled for a while before she finally shouted toward Sheng Yue's back: "Between meeting Brother Yuxi and not being late, I'll definitely choose the first."

She quickly caught up with Sheng Yue. Sheng Yue walked side by side with her, shook her head helplessly, and smiled a little smugly. "Speak properly when you see my brother."

"I know." Lou Shu liked Sheng Yuxi very much. In order to get a chance to see Sheng Yuxi via Sheng Yue, she had to obey.

At this time, the car stopped and Sheng Yuxi was first to get out.

Before Sheng Yue walked up to him, she couldn't wait to shout, "Third Brother!"

Sheng Yuxi walked to the other side of the car to open the door for the person sitting in the passenger's seat, not hearing Sheng Yue at all.

At this time, Sheng Yue and Lou Shu began to realize that something was wrong. Who was sitting in that seat? Why was Brother Yuxi so attentive to that person?

In addition to the two of them, many students at the school gates turned in this direction.

Many people still remembered Sheng Yuxi even though he graduated a year ago.

Although the freshmen didn't know him, they couldn't help but look.

Sheng Yuxi, who was 183m tall, played basketball all year round, so he had a healthy tan without any flab. He was wearing a loose beige hoodie and black trousers.

Athletic and good-looking—he was really attractive.

After opening the car door, before Sheng Yang could come out, Sheng Yuxi readily picked up her school bag. "Let me carry it for you…"

He spoke as if he was coaxing a kid, but after picking up her school bag, he frowned and complained, "Why is it so heavy?"

He also had a hard time in his third year of high school, but he didn't realize it at the time.

Lou Shu stood awkwardly in her place then glanced at Sheng Yue.

Sheng Yue's face had turned all black.

Lou Shu asked carefully, "Are we still going up to Brother Yuxi?"

With a long face, Sheng Yue turned and walked away without a word.

**

In the office, the Grade 11 mathematics teachers were scoring the papers from yesterday's math test.

All the papers had been sorted into groups and sealed, so no teacher knew which class or student's papers he/she was scoring.

After completing this task, the teachers produced a summary.

Before the scores were counted, several teachers began to make bets. This was their daily entertainment.

"I think Han Jingyu and Sheng Yue will claim first and second place again."

"Not necessarily; the exam questions were too difficult this time. Sheng Yue didn't perform well. I recognized her handwriting. If you're wrong, you'll have to treat me to dinner."

"No problem."

Before removing the sealing thread, a teacher picked up an exam and said, "This must be Han Jingyu's. Many students study calligraphy, so their handwriting is similar. Does he know calligraphy? I don't know, but his handwriting is distinct. I can recognize it at a glance."

"148 points. Han Jingyu's grades are always consistent. As difficult as the exam questions were, he could still hold stead."

"Hold on." Another teacher picked up a paper questioningly, "You said the exam with 148 points was Han Jingyu's. Then whose exam is this with 150 points?"

The teachers gasped in shock then rushed over at sprint speed.

"There were even several questions from the National Mathematical Olympiad on this exam. 150 points? Are you mistaken?"