I Cook Noodles for You

Han Ya also found it difficult to believe. She pointed toward the sign for Class 9 and said with a sarcastic tone, "Is your class completely devoid of talent? How can they allow someone like you to participate?"

Both Lin Qingyu and Han Ya belonged to Class 1, the top class for Sophomore students.

"Our class is brimming with talented people. I can handle this on my own. No need for your concern," Tang Qiao responded confidently before turning her gaze toward Lin Qingyu. "I've heard you're also gearing up for the Mathematical Olympiad competition. While working on problems yesterday, I delved into various mathematical concepts, like the Multinomial theorem, the Cost harmonic of triangles, and such. I'd like to discuss them with you, Lin Qingyu. Would that be acceptable?"

The others were perplexed. Why can't we understand a single word Tang Qiao is saying?

When they looked at Lin Qingyu, she wore the same expression—completely stunned.

Tang Qiao smiled and reiterated her request. Lin Qingyu clenched her teeth and forced a smile.

"Certainly... sure!"

"Great, let's begin with the points of the triangle." Tang Qiao assumed a serious expression.

Before Lin Qingyu could even reply with a simple "hmm," she became tongue-tied, her face turning bright red as she pinched her palms.

Tang Qiao observed Lin Qingyu with a thoughtful expression. "Lin Qingyu, what's the matter? Can't find your words? Do you not understand?"

The other students cast strange looks at Lin Qingyu.

Unable to articulate a response, Lin Qingyu pretended to check her watch. "It's nearly time for my morning self-study session. I'll take my leave." Without waiting for Han Ya, she turned and walked away.

Tang Qiao nodded. "Alright, we'll discuss math next time."

Lin Qingyu halted briefly before hastening her steps.

Others in the vicinity regarded the situation as utterly bizarre. Han Ya had come to caution Tang Qiao against causing any disturbances and disrupting Lin Qingyu's studies. How had it transformed into Tang Qiao discussing mathematics with Lin Qingyu within moments?

Tang Qiao turned back to the group of students gathered at her class entrance, her smile fading.

She quipped, "What about you? Interested in a mathematical theorem discussion?"

The others shook their heads in unison. Not! They wanted no part in it and dispersed in haste.

Tang Qiao's smile disappeared as she entered the classroom. She mused, thinking that students nowadays were quite peculiar. Without showcasing her abilities, they seemed oblivious to the power of knowledge!

Following this incident, Tang Qiao once again gained fame on the Feng City First High School forum. Many admired Tang Qiao for her looks and personality. However, some of Lin Qingyu's supporters viewed Tang Qiao as a purveyor of nonsense and accused her of fooling people.

This led to heated debates on the forum. As for the teachers, they had always held a negative opinion of Tang Qiao. Her grades consistently ranked at the bottom, and she frequently skipped classes. On the other hand, Lin Qingyu was acknowledged as a top student and incredibly obedient. Naturally, the teachers favored Lin Qingyu.

Tang Qiao remained oblivious to this online discourse. Even if she were aware, she wouldn't have cared. She attended her classes and studied as usual. During her free time, she frequented the library to read. After all, the library offered an abundance of books, and they were free!

Late at night, Tang Qiao returned home with a stack of borrowed books from the library. She quietly entered her apartment and fumbled for the light switch, casting a gentle glow across the living room and revealing a figure in the darkness.

Tang Qiao was so startled that she nearly dropped the book in her hand. After spotting the figure on the sofa, she clutched her chest and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Jiang You reclined on the sofa and lifted his eyelids. "I'm not tired."

"Are you hungry? Shall I cook some noodles for you?" Tang Qiao set aside her book. She had made it a routine to bring Jiang You breakfast after her morning jog, prepare lunch during the lunch break, and provide dinner after school.

However, on this particular evening, she had returned home from evening self-study past eleven o'clock, finding no food stalls or restaurants open.

Jiang You sat up straight. "Can you cook?" The food he had been eating recently was bought by Tang Qiao. He figured she didn't know how to cook.

Tang Qiao hesitated for a moment. "Yes, I can cook..." Can I?

Jiang You narrowed his eyes.

Tang Qiao proceeded to the bathroom to wash her hands and retrieved the noodles. The kitchen was open and connected to the living room where Jiang You sat on the sofa. There came a thud from the kitchen, followed by Tang Qiao's astonished exclamation. She muttered under her breath, "This flame is quite strong."

Jiang You couldn't help but smile.

The water slowly reached a boil, bubbling and emitting steam.

"Boil the noodles for five minutes in the water...then, add an appropriate amount of oil, salt, and scallions... But how much is the 'appropriate' amount? This recipe is quite vague..." Tang Qiao muttered while glancing at the recipe on her phone. In her opinion, cooking noodles was far more challenging than conducting experiments!