I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

Chapter 81 Scars
Li Lu's concluding sentences are like the end of a composition, elevating the idea and sublimating the central idea.

The person involved, Su Chengyi, said that in fact, he didn't think much about it at all.

Zou Lian guessed right, he just went up to slap him in the face on purpose.

It’s just a question. If you think about it according to the ideas written in the textbook, you will naturally think of the same solution.

Even if you have a collision, there is no need to be weird and ask others to change it.

Since Zou Lian has already done this kind of thing, it doesn't seem too much to go up and list seven or eight solutions by yourself?

"Awesome, college bully."

Feeling someone poke her in the back, Su Chengyi turned around.

Chen Jinzhi was looking at him with a smile.

He didn't feel embarrassed by the many compliments in the classroom just now, but Chen Jinzhi's smiling eyes quickly made him feel a little hot on his face.

With a slight cough, Su Chengyi took back the scratch paper he had handed her before.

"Did you understand just now?"

Chen Jinzhi shook his head honestly.

"I'm not good at math."

Su Chengyi thought for a while. He had also collected foreign college entrance examination mathematics papers when he was bored.

Although in public perception, domestic mathematics is usually more difficult.But in fact, unlike Western countries, the entire Southeast Asia is relatively involution in the field of education.

Regardless of whether it is the Sakura Country next door or the Asans, high school mathematics courses have also included some advanced mathematics knowledge, such as calculus, etc., so the overall difficulty is not much different from that in China.

But even so, Chen Jinzhi works as a trainee while going to school, so he must have very little time to spend on studying.

"You seem to be more suitable to study in the basic class."

Su Chengyi, who has high emotional intelligence, said this directly.

He had no ill intentions, nor did he mean to feel bad about the basic class.When the school first set up basic classes, he felt that this was not "bad news" but a "welfare" for students who did not have a solid foundation.

For example, Xu Yang is seriously lacking in basic knowledge and lacks self-control. He is very suitable for being in the basic class, where the teacher can give lectures and supervise at the same time.

As long as you don't care about other people's opinions, the most important thing is to find the learning method that suits you best.

But if he said it directly like this, it would inevitably make people feel a little hurtful.

Fortunately, Chen Jinzhi didn't care and just smiled.

"It doesn't matter to me, but my aunt wouldn't let me. I felt embarrassed. So I went to the school to apply."

It turned out that Su Cheng realized that the Korean woman who looked a bit mean that he met by chance in the Academic Affairs Office that day.

For the sake of his own good looks, he didn't care what others said about Chen Jinzhi.

"Although my art test scores are very good, I still need to pass the cultural class score, right?"

Su Chengyi didn't know much about the art exam, so he asked her while writing down the process on a scratch paper.

Chen Jinzhi watched his slender fingers holding the tip of the pen as it moved across the paper, feeling inexplicably pleased with it.

"Well, that's true. But to me, it doesn't matter."

The tip of the pen paused. Su Chengyi said nothing and directly wrote "?"

Chen Jinzhi was amused and raised his hand to tuck his loose long hair behind his ears.

"I still have to go to college. The cycle is too long. Auntie can't wait. The ranking in the art exam is just a useful gimmick."

Su Chengyi frowned upon hearing this.

Why does this sound like children in poor mountainous areas who cannot go to school? Is it so heavy?
But Chen Jinzhi doesn't look like a child from a poor family at all. No one would doubt that he is the daughter of a plutocratic family.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at her again. The expression on Chen Jinzhi's face didn't look heavy at all, and he smiled very relaxedly.

But the more she behaved like this, the worse Su Chengyi felt inside. "What happened to the injury on your hand?"

After pondering for a long time, Su Chengyi finally asked this question.

The smile on Chen Jinzhi's face froze for a moment, and then he lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

"Did you get beaten by your dad because you stayed out all night?"

Su Chengyi put forward the most reasonable one among his messy thoughts.

Chen Jinzhi sighed lightly, but still did not raise his head.

"There is no special reason, or the reason is not important."

Su Chengyi's heart suddenly sank.

This is the worst possibility.

"Because the weather was bad, because no one gave him water when he woke up in the middle of the night, because the TV couldn't get a signal because anything is possible, so why doesn't it matter."

Chen Jinzhi's fingers unconsciously rubbed the cuffs of her school uniform.

"Have you ever drank, Su Chengyi?"

She suddenly raised her eyes again and asked this question without thinking.

Su Chengyi was stunned. Speaking of which, he had lived to be almost thirty in his previous life, and he had indeed never drank much.

First, because my job is that of an ordinary programmer, and there are not so many business occasions where I need to socialize.

The second reason is that he doesn't have much desire for alcohol. Occasionally, he will mix himself a glass of Matador or Mojito to drink.

The third reason is because, through the second point of the test, he found that he has a poor drinking capacity.

Coupled with the fact that he is now a high school student, Su Chengyi answered honestly:

"Only a little beer."

Chen Jinzhi leaned towards him and said with a smile:
"I was very curious before, is there something in alcohol that can make people become manic and want to beat others when touched?"

"So I secretly bought myself a bottle of, um, a very famous soju in South Korea. It was hard to drink and it was spicy to my throat, but I drank it quickly. Then I found that except for dizziness, nothing happened.

I don't break everything I can touch, I don't wail when I don't see anyone, and I don't go crazy whenever I see someone. "

"It's not alcohol's fault at all, right? He's just sick and wants to blame it on alcohol."

She still spoke in a relaxed tone, even with a slightly raised tone.

Probably because I have long been accustomed to this kind of life. No matter how much suffering and grievances I have, I can use a joking tone, understatement, and brush it off.

Although the speaker did not mean it, the listener could not easily let it go.

After Chen Jinzhi personally told him the origin of his scars, Su Chengyi's throat seemed to be blocked, and he didn't know what to say in response or to comfort her.

Chen Jinzhi mentioned last time that she had been following her mother since she was a child. It was after her mother passed away that she was brought to live in South Korea by her biological father.

She never expected that her last relative in the world would be such a scumbag.

While angry, Su Chengyi felt a little powerless.

If his 27-year-old self heard such a thing, he could say calmly:

"What's there to miss about such a family? Come with me, I'll support you."

But now she is 17 years old and has not graduated from high school. Even if she said these words to Chen Jinzhi, she would probably only regard them as the whims of a teenager.

Seeing Su Chengyi's depressed expression, Chen Jinzhi comforted him. She raised her hand and touched his head.

"Okay, it's alright."

(End of this chapter)