Translator: asa.s.sin

She's quick so when he turns to her, he can only see the side of a fl.u.s.tered face .

n.o.body sits in front of him . Is that the transfer student?

Gu Cheng glances at the back of that head and turns away uninterested, looking at the sky outside .

Uh, it's getting hotter . So annoying .

Inside the cla.s.sroom .

Old Kai is a math teach and he is a.s.signing exercises to students .

Ah Zhao calculates with a scratch paper while talking with the system .

“Cotton candy, you've said that I could start the model of drawing lots when I finish two tasks . ” Ah Zhao speaks with excitement .

Advertis.e.m.e.ntThe system flashes white light: “Yes, host . Come and start your lottery mode . ”

“How to?” Ah Zhao is curious .

The system says: “Take your time . Let's light two little fireworks first to boost your luck . ”

Speaking of that, the system does set off several colorful small fireworks in the virtual s.p.a.ce .

Ah Zhao: “ . . . ”

She asks with confusion: “Does fireworks have anything to do with luck?”

The system is stumped by the question: “Uh . . . It doesn't matter how you boost your luck, but a sense of ceremony does matter . Do you understand that, host? Well, let it begin!”

After it has said that, three cards with golden halo around them appear in front of Ah Zhao in the virtual s.p.a.ce .

On the cards mysterious patterns are entangled . With one look, Ah Zhao knows they are of high-grade .

“Host, please choose one . ”

Ah Zhao nods and touches the card on the left .

The two cards on the right fade into shadows before finally vanishes in the air while the one chosen by Ah Zhao s.h.i.+nes with dazzling light .

“Ding! Congratulations, host . You've got a skill card of strength to pluck up the hills and might to shadow the world . Acquiring this skill gifts you with superhuman strength . With it, you can kill an ox by one pouch!”

Ah Zhao: “ . . . ”

She doesn't even have the time to tell the system her opinion before she hears the delightful voice of head teacher Old Kai from the teacher's desk: “It seems Tang Zhao has something to say about this exercise . Let's welcome her to work out this problem on the blackboard . ”

Ah Zhao: “?” I'm only picking my card, not raising my hand!

She lifts her head and looks at Old Kai when she finds out that not only Old Kai but many cla.s.smates are staring at her as well .

The system reminds her timely: “Go up there and work out the problem . ”

Understood .

Ah Zhao smiles shyly . She walks onto the stage and looks at the exercise on the blackboard .

Thanks G.o.d she has enough knowledge to deal with this . With a glance, she knows how to solve the problem and writes down the calculation and result in a few strokes .

Her graceful calligraphy gives people the same feeling as she does .

The boys among the back rows have already changed their subject from “the new cla.s.smate is so cute” to “the transfer student is also brainy” .

When Ah Zhao walks down from the stage, the boy who sits beside her jokes: “Miss Brainy, let's help each other with future homework . ”

The boy is just joking and doesn't expect Ah Zhao to reply .

Who could have thought that Ah Zhao nods after she stops for a second . Then she smiles: “Sure . ”

Her deskmate: “!”

The boy's name is Song Wen . He's tall, wearing a pair of gla.s.ses and looks like a brain box .

But the students in Cla.s.s 2 know well that this boy is good at playing basketball and bragging except studying .

Having support from his new deskmate, Song Wen gets his phone out happily and clicks open some Wechat group: Union of Underachievers .

Mr . Song: Awww, my new deskmate is so cute . I think I've experienced the taste of love .

Gu Cheng: The transfer student? Well, not interested .

[Spoiler alter, later in this story .

Gu Cheng: Awww, babe, I like you like you like you, I really like you!]