Rebirth 07: Start adding points from elementary school students

Chapter 22 Study Committee Member Loves to Study

Compared to what the note meant, Li Yan cared more about whether anyone saw Li Xinyuan put the note in her Olympiad math book.

On the one hand, it proves whether the note is a prank; on the other hand, if it is seen by others, it will cause a lot of trouble.

"Did you see it?" the fat boy Lin Zhiyuan whispered.

"Huh? You know what?"

"Nonsense, Li Xinyuan asked me to give it to you secretly, ouch~"

"Lin Zhiyuan, do the questions carefully." The math teacher didn't even raise his head.

The fat boy felt wronged. Are you so hypocritical, teacher? You just ignored Li Yan when she spoke?

Seeing Lin Zhiyuan shaking his head and sighing, Li Yan couldn't help but laugh:
"Teacher, we are discussing math problems."

"Oh okay."

This is all right? He finally understood that since this classmate got full marks in three subjects in the test, he was no longer a nobody.

Feeling the shocked gazes of his classmates, he felt his cheeks getting hot and he wanted to hide in the field. Even if Li Yan waited for him to say something else, he remained silent.

Li Yan was still wondering if she had offended her deskmate's self-esteem, but as soon as the get out of class was over, the boy came up to her head with a sly smile and said, "Didn't you see the nervous expression on the study committee member's face? Tsk tsk tsk, I'm going to your house~oh~"

This time, Lin Zhiyuan even felt the murderous aura of his deskmate, which was cold and harsh.

He immediately said seriously: "It's okay, Master Yan. If the weekend conflicts with your playing time, just forget about it, brother. I won't mind."

Li Yan smiled helplessly at this funny guy, wrote "Of course, talk about it on Friday" on a note, and stuffed it back to Lin Zhiyuan.

"If you can get it from her quietly to me, you can get it from her quietly to her."

"She's a spy," Lin Zhiyuan said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, holding the note with a sad face, "Why can't there be any gossip about me exchanging things with her?"

After saying this, he realized something was wrong, "No, Master Yan, that's your woman, I..."

This time, the murderous aura of his deskmate was almost materializing. Xiaopang immediately opened the book and pretended to ask questions.

For the following week, Li Yan's life maintained the same fixed pattern as before. During the day, she would either read Dream of the Red Chamber or study Mathematical Olympiad in class. At night, she would go home, do bodyweight exercises, and memorize some words.

Unfortunately, my Chinese and math scores seem to have fallen into a quagmire, and they are stagnant. Fortunately, my English score has reached 20 as my vocabulary has increased, on par with Chinese, and I can now do elementary school questions without any pressure.

His physical progress was still slow, except for the fact that his muscle strength had increased by two points, the rest was as still as a mountain. He could already do 30 to 40 standard push-ups, but his father Li Chun said, "You haven't grown up yet, so it's useless to do more push-ups."

Time quickly came to Saturday morning, which was the day Li Xinyuan had agreed to come.

The afternoon before, the two of them pretended nothing had happened and slowed down the pace of packing their schoolbags. After the students rushed out of the school gate one after another to welcome the weekend, Li Xinyuan put on her schoolbag:

"Your parents aren't home on Saturday morning, are they?"

What the hell is this problem?

"Is he not here? Is he not here? Why are you asking this?"

"I'm afraid my uncle and aunt might misunderstand something."

Shouldn't it be because he's not there that there would be misunderstandings?

"Why are you coming here tomorrow morning?"

"Our two families are very close. I can just walk over."

"Your family, are you assured?"

Li Xinyuan blushed for no apparent reason, "What do you mean by relieved?"

"No, that's not what I meant," Li Yan complained in her heart, "I meant that it's safe for you to come here alone?"

"I live in Cuinan Garden."

Cuinan Garden? The residential complex next to my house that was just completed two years ago?

Logic: How does she know your home address?

"Cui Nan Garden, it's indeed quite close, but how did you..." "Teacher Chen asked us to fill in our personal information before, and I collected it."

"Then..." Li Yan didn't know what to say for a long time, and could only add dryly, "Welcome."

Li Yan was so absorbed in thinking about the study committee member's idea that he didn't even hear the slight knock on the door. He waited for a crisp "Hello, is anyone home?" before he quickly opened the door.

Wearing a white dress with small blue flowers, Li Xinyuan, who is not wearing a school uniform, is eye-catching. She is indeed an exquisite porcelain doll.

In comparison, Li Yan's clothes were very simple, after all, her family conditions were there.

"Aren't your parents usually not at home during the day on weekends?" Li Xinyuan took off her shoes and politely did not look at Li Yan's house.

"No, they are usually busy with business. They will come back to cook and eat at noon, and then they will not be back until six in the evening." Li Yan opened the small desk and moved two chairs over.

"Are you in such a hurry to study?" asked the study committee member sitting on the wooden sofa.

If this was Li Yan before his rebirth, he would definitely be stunned, then put his exercise book in place and ask back, "Don't you have questions to ask?", which immediately brought the atmosphere to the freezing point.

But now, Li Yan is still confident in dealing with a sixth grade girl. No matter whether Li Xinyuan likes him or not, what's the point of dating for elementary school students? The priority for both of them is to study.

The more shy you are, the more confusing things will become. The little girl came to his house on her own initiative and she was very calm and confident. She is 24 years old and should not be too embarrassed.

"Not really. It's rare for friends to come to my house, and I'm very happy. It's just... you can see that my family is not well off. I don't have anything good to treat you. There are some biscuits and candies on the coffee table, but they are all cheap. You should..."

Before he could finish his words, Li Xinyuan had already peeled a candy and put it in her mouth, then handed over another one.

"I don't really eat sweets." Li Yan smiled, relaxed, and sat cross-legged on the wooden sofa.

"Do you have QQ?"

"No, I don't have a computer at home." Li Yan said as he recalled the chaotic memories that flashed through his mind when Lin Zhiyuan asked him about QQ. He also wondered that if he could travel through time without locking his memory, maybe he would have created the software that surpassed QQ.

If he regained his memory, I wonder if he would be willing to join Penguin Company to create "Small but Beautiful" in advance.

"That's a shame. I want to chat with you, but I have to go to your house all the time."

“It’s OK at school.”

"Hey, do you really not know? What kind of rumors have been spread about us in the class?"

"Those who are pure will be clean themselves. What are you afraid of?"

In just a moment, unspeakable emotions flashed through Li Xinyuan's eyes. No matter how well she hid it, she was just a child, and these emotions had nowhere to hide in front of Li Yan.

That's really fucked up...

"Can I see your room?"

"Of course, but there's nothing to see."

It was a very narrow room, with clothes hanging on one side. In a house with a usable area of ​​more than 50 square meters, there must be some overlapping functions in the space.

A small wooden bed with a mosquito net, a wooden table piled with books, and a bookshelf separated by several wooden boards on the wall are all that Li Yan's room has.

"I want to see how a genius studies." The girl pulled out a chair and sat down. "I thought your room was full of books."

"I do want to." Li Yan smiled and sat on the bed. "But books are not consumables. A good book is enough to be read over and over again. Although I don't have many books here, I am still far from being able to read them all."

"Li Yan, you are different now. It turns out you are willing to talk."

Li Yan did not respond to this sentence. Instead, he opened his notes and started talking about his reading experience.

Both of them are studious children. Once they found the entry point and started the topic, the awkward atmosphere gradually disappeared. When they talked about something in common, they would even laugh and they could be said to have a very pleasant chat.

Suddenly, Li Xinyuan noticed several paintings under the pile of books.

"Li Yan, I haven't seen you drawing since the second semester of fifth grade."

"I no longer have art classes, and I no longer draw blackboard newspapers. Plus, the pressure from studying is too great, so naturally..."

"Can you draw me a picture? Right here, right now?"

(End of this chapter)