Chapter 174 I Also Like You Very Much

Chen Yuan had actually foreseen this future long ago.

However, because the shadows of the future were silent, and he couldn't hear the inner thoughts of the future phantoms, he had been wondering what Xia Xinyu's smiling, subtly 'mocking' expression meant when she spoke. Why did it seem so sweet?

And Xinyu didn't disappoint him.

Even though he had seen the future, when he arrived at this future, he was still almost pierced through the heart.

Xinyu, you…

Are really damn cute.

"What, you thought I was going to pinch you hard? Or bite you?"

Xia Xinyu looked at Chen Yuan with considerable curiosity, very eager to know what he was thinking.

"Well…" Chen Yuan shook his head, finding it hard to describe, and then said magnanimously, "But even if you took a bite or two, what's the harm?"

This older brother doesn’t feel bad, this older brother doesn’t feel wronged.

This older brother just likes this… no, this older brother is willing to make such a sacrifice.

A salute to the romantic.

"Your tone is getting weird, and it feels like you're about to say something very strange," Xia Xinyu slowly let go of his hand, feeling that Chen Yuan had something hidden that she hadn't discovered yet. But after discovering it, she might not be able to accept it at all.

"Hey, just kidding, don't take it seriously."

*I Don't Actually Like Being Bullied by Girls!*

*—I Heard That If You Just Add Angle Brackets and Make It Very Long, It Will Look Like a Light Novel*

"But if my aunt… relatives haven't left by Friday, then I might not be able to go, okay?" Xia Xinyu declared in advance.

In fact, periods weren't that painful. After all, it was a monthly routine, and if every time was a matter of life and death, someone would have committed suicide long ago. Xia Xinyu's pain threshold was quite high. For her, the pain was most intense on the first day. After the third or fourth day, it would naturally subside, with only some lingering effects.

And Friday after school just happened to be the third day. If she hadn't recovered by then, going with Chen Yuan, in case something suddenly… would be quite troublesome.

"Rest well is the prerequisite, karaoke can be done any time," Chen Yuan said with a smile, "If you can't go, I won't go either. I'll stay home and play your favorite Eggy Party…"

"Ah? Who loves Eggy Party the most…"

"Then we'll play something else, anything is fine."

"No need." Seeing Chen Yuan trying to avoid certain topics, Xia Xinyu directly pulled him back, saying generously, "It hurts more today, so please stay with me. When that time comes, it won't be necessary. You should still have a good gathering with everyone, after all, winning the championship is something to be very happy about, and everyone wants you to be there."

"Indeed."

If I don't go, those people probably won't have the face to gather either.

If the team leader and champion winner isn't there, and the rest of the role players are celebrating, isn't that like that saying about showering, monkeys, and crowns?

But saying that is also biased. Monkeys and crowns do have championships.

"I have a monthly exam tomorrow, so I have to go to bed early…"

"Then I'll go back."

"No need." Xia Xinyu waved her hand, pointing to the lamp, "Just study here, turn off the overhead light and turn on the desk lamp. When you want to sleep, go back. Conveniently, I can supervise you for a while."

"Supervise, meaning if I don't study hard, you'll throw me and the chair out?" Chen Yuan asked.

"Today, I probably don't have the strength," Xia Xinyu said with a smile.

As if you usually do…

You're just delicate and weak.

"Okay, you rest well, tell me if you want hot water." Chen Yuan turned off the overhead light, then turned on the desk lamp, and began to study diligently by candlelight.

Xia Xinyu didn't disturb him, pulling the quilt up, keeping it covered to her chest, and rested her head comfortably on the pillow. As soon as she closed her eyes, she was drawn by the rustling sound of pages turning. Then, she slowly turned her gaze, looking at his back…

I'm sleeping, and he's doing homework.

It's like living together…

When she thought about how, someday in the future, they wouldn't be neighbors anymore and would really live in the same room, Xia Xinyu felt a sense of unreality, it was too fantastical.

A month ago, before her parents passed away, she was always alone, and no one else had ever entered her room. Her only entertainment at home was listening to light music with headphones and reading for a while.

For her, that was the ultimate enjoyment.

After all, as a student, her only responsibility was studying. She had never thought about anything other than studying.

As for romance, she would at least consider it in college. She had even already set a plan to take the postgraduate entrance exam, so even if she really went to college, she still wouldn't have any thoughts of romance in that relaxed and free environment.

Her feelings for Chen Yuan weren't love at first sight.

Before, every time they met, it was as natural and seamless as when he saw her.

If there hadn't been these changes, if the boy next door hadn't confessed to her…

No, she couldn't be sure either.

Because she liked Chen Yuan so much now, she had added all sorts of emotions to the Chen Yuan in her past memories.

If we hadn't had such a profound experience, if we had just had an ordinary relationship, what would we be like?

She couldn't imagine it.

All she could say was that Chen Yuan was outside of her planned life.

Recalling that day when they officially met, all Xia Xinyu felt at this moment was—gratitude.

It's so good that I didn't die.

It's so good that I received his star.

It's so good that I overcame all obstacles and came to Xia Hai with him.

It's so good that I can be liked by him.

And, it's so good…

[I also like you very much]

"…"

It affects studying, it damn well affects studying.

Xia Xinyu might have been confused by the pain in her head, forgetting that she had a mirror on the table, which allowed her to catch a glimpse of her eyes that weren't peacefully closed at all, but were looking over with a smile.

And because she was smiling so sweetly, Chen Yuan couldn't help but waste energy using Chao Zi's listening ability.

Then, he heard that sentence.

She confessed.

Again, it's 'Xinyu'.

But perhaps, there's no difference?

She said it in her heart, and his heart heard it too. Two hearts, just like that, leaned towards each other.

Maybe there's really no need to rush the establishment of a relationship.

Honestly, Chen Yuan was indeed envious of the kissing and seductive parts of Zhou Yu's plan. But looking back, the reason they needed to confess to each other was the uncertainty of their relationship. Everything they had experienced wasn't that profound.

To put it bluntly, Yu Zi couldn't be sure that Jiao Zi would be his in the future if their relationship didn't progress in the next two years.

But Chen Yuan was certain:

Xia Xinyu is mine.

So, what am I rushing for?

I damn…

Just want to kiss, hug, and be seductive.

Yuan Zi, I'm nothing more than this.

No.

My monthly exam is only one day later than Xinyu's, so I should also try my best, at least get rid of the title of miscellaneous disciple of Class 18, and become Old Mo's flute-blowing page!

So, during this time, Chen Yuan did half a set of math papers, namely multiple-choice questions, fill-in-the-blank questions, plus three basic solution problems, for a total of 116 points.

He spent only seventy minutes, relying entirely on his strength. Without cheating, he got 108 of them.

The points deducted were for a multiple-choice question, the second answer to a fill-in-the-blank question, and the other three solution problems were perfectly answered, not a single point missed.

He also looked at the optional problems he hadn't done, and found them quite simple, he could do them.

The two difficult problems, he could at least do more than half, or even most of them.

And that would be over 130.

Although it was a bit short of the average score of 141 in Class 1, after all, he had only been seriously cramming for a month. Such progress was already exaggerated.

If he had this level during the monthly exam, and his English improved by another 50 points, from 67 to 120, even if the other subjects stagnated, he could still soar to 570 points.

And that ranking should be around 240th, which is a huge pull of six or seven hundred places.

However, the school's honor roll only counts the top 100.

Tang Siwen's 611 was on the edge of the top 100, at 88th.

The last exam's 100th place was a student from Class 2, with a score of 604.

In other words, the possibility of rushing into the top 100 and officially becoming a genius… is almost nonexistent?

It's okay, even if I don't reach it this time, there's still the midterm.

The midterm exam is still the Xia Hai Seven School Alliance's joint exam, which is more meaningful to refer to.

What, which seven schools?

Six provincial experimental schools and one municipal experimental school, all at the peak of perfection, quite valuable, brothers!

And these schools are very proud, not even including Fourth High and First High, letting them and Hai Zhong and Fu Zhong circle themselves and do some kind of 'Hai Dong Four High'.

Hey, the four are here, little trash, this is our territory (a bit of street dance), listen up, we Xia Hai Seven Schools have a very cool joint exam (a bit of street dance), but guess who wasn't invited?

You!

What?

Xia Hai Seven School Alliance isn't even worthy of carrying shoes for Hai Dong Four High?

Shut up, haters, 7>4, don't you understand?

"Ha…" Covering his mouth, he yawned. Seeing that it was quite late, Chen Yuan put all the books in his bag and zipped it up. Getting up, just as he was about to turn off the desk lamp, he saw Xia Xinyu lying on her side with a very irregular sleeping posture, one bare foot exposed outside the quilt, but her expression was very peaceful, looking like she was sound asleep…

But then another phantom sat up from the bed.

Then she lowered her head, holding her face in her hands, gently shaking her head, as if trying to restrain something, perfectly expressing the shy girl and the goddess's crazy state.

In other words, in three minutes, when I'm most likely not in the room, she will start to act up, secretly acting up.

This Chao Zi isn't just high intensity, it's a bit perverted.

If Xia Xinyu plans to take a bath after I leave, wouldn't I be able to see Xia Xinyu walking back and forth in the room wearing only her underwear…

No, Chao Zi is about to be refreshed, I have to remind Xin Bao to take a bath tomorrow.

But the weather has already turned cold, and she's still sleeping like this, putting her fair and delicate, beautifully curved foot like a jade ruyi, with neatly trimmed nails, that would probably smell fragrant in your hand, outside the quilt, she's going to catch a cold.

Chen Yuan walked to the bed and gently tugged the quilt, putting it on her feet.

Then this girl kicked the quilt off as if she had a rebellious bone.

So, Chen Yuan simply moved the entire quilt, putting her in the center position, and then planned to leave. But just then, a hand suddenly grabbed Chen Yuan's wrist, stopping him in place.

He slowly turned his head, looking at the girl who was still sleeping soundly, whose light breathing could be heard because it was so quiet at night…

"No need."

Suddenly, Xia Xinyu spoke.

But her eyes were closed.

Is she sleep-talking?

Chen Yuan didn't speak, not wanting to 'wake her up'.

So what does she want to say in her sleep… no, what is she about to 'unintentionally' say in her sleep?

"It's really not needed, it takes up too much space at home."

"It's too expensive."

"Besides, this…"

"I'll only wear it once in my life…"

So, that's the kind of dream.

In the dream, when they reached that age, they still hadn't escaped 'poverty', and the thrifty Xia Xinyu was still so pragmatic. And because the dream was so real, so immersive, the imagery it gave was so strong…

Holding back his smile, Chen Yuan frantically suppressed his urge to break down.

If he hadn't seen the future, he would have really thought she was sleep-talking.

After all, Chen Yuan had heard someone suddenly shout 'Big Kill!' during a lunch break, waking up half the boys in the class.

So, not everyone's dreams are fantastical.

This kind of realistic sleep-talking is normal.

But no matter how you think about it, Yu Zi is drawing a cake for herself, trying to instill an idea, and repeatedly using a pua tactic: Don't worry, don't worry, I'll be yours sooner or later.

Okay, okay, then I won't worry.

I've already started using sleep-talking to appease me, what else can I do?

Slowly letting go of his hand, Xia Xinyu turned around, continuing to pretend to be asleep.

"Good night, Xin Bao."

After saying this sentence in an extremely low voice, the room went dark.

Chen Yuan carried his bag and left the room, gently closing the door.

The ambiguous nickname, just like that, drowned in the night, silently.

Then, it stirred up thousands of layers of ripples…

After closing the door, Xia Xinyu sat up from the bed, covered her face with her hands, and shook her head: "I definitely wasn't exposed… I was sleeping so seriously."

Xia Xinyu had referred to the girls in school who suddenly talked in their sleep during the lunch break.

At that time, everyone was sleeping quietly, and then the female classmate sitting behind her suddenly said—hold me.

Then she turned her head, saw that the other person was still asleep, and never spoke again.

Therefore, she concluded that people who talk in their sleep are unconscious, suddenly saying a sentence, or a paragraph, and then never saying anything else, which is a very standard sleep-talking.

She described a dream of preparing to take wedding photos to Chen Yuan…

Just to let him know what her relationship with the two of them was definitely like. And, in her dream, she had confidently seen their future.

So boys, the current stage should still focus on studies, right?

But, why is her face so hot?

Her forehead is also hot.

It's as hot as if she has a fever…

He he he he he… what did he call me just now?!

That nickname that first appeared on the cake, which made Xia Xinyu blush for a long time and not dare to show her expression, actually appeared in this way.

Sure enough, Chen Yuan wasn't as tough as she thought.

He only dared to call Xin Bao softly while I was asleep…

Coward.

…………

When Xia Xinyu's monthly exam entered the second day, Chen Yuan's monthly exam also began on the first day.

And the first subject, Chinese.

Students from other classes were scattered to various exam rooms.

But the class atmosphere in Class 18 was too harmonious. In the spirit of not abandoning or giving up, they had to be together even during exams.

Therefore, one-third of the students in exam room 31 were from Class 18.

See?

That's class cohesion.

Sitting behind Chen Yuan was the class's fatty, Yu Jiacheng.

"Yuan Ge has been studying so hard recently, it looks like he has a chance to break into the top thirty exam rooms," Yu Jiacheng said to Chen Yuan after finishing a box of Ambrosial.

"Top thirty?" Chen Yuan smiled, answering powerfully, "Top three."

"666, you're really crazy, brother."

Yu Jiacheng also smiled, then pretended to sigh, but in fact, in order to show that their levels were different, he opened his mouth quite disgustingly: "Last time I filled in the answer sheet incorrectly, otherwise I should have been around exam room 27. But it's okay, it's also good to sit behind Yuan Ge."

"That's true."

Chen Yuan also expressed his understanding of this. But after finishing speaking, he added: "But to be fair, I think that candidates with exam numbers after 11310912 don't understand how to do the problems."

"…" Yu Jiacheng was stunned, then lowered his head, looking at his exam number.

11310913.

Damn it, everyone above you is equal, everyone below you has a strict hierarchy, right?

Damn!

You're just one ranking higher than me, so you want to ride on my face, right?

I damn filled in the English answer sheet incorrectly, otherwise my score would have increased by thirty, my score should have been 534, just barely on the first-tier undergraduate line.

If I hadn't been so careless last time, I damn could have also said—excuse me, but candidates below the first-tier undergraduate line don't understand how to do the problems.

Damn, he was able to show off!

"But your math has been so fierce recently, it feels like if you improve by twenty points, and your English improves a little more… damn, your room for improvement is so great that I'm jealous."

In the class, Yu Jiacheng's grades were considered above average, after all, he often passed the first-tier undergraduate line. And if you put someone like him in the entire school, he would be considered gold. But in Old Mo's class, he was a very standard diamond.

The school's first-tier undergraduate rate was basically dragged down by the bottom-ranked classes.

So for Old Mo, for the school, a first-tier undergraduate student from Class 18 was the completion of a performance.

Then, there was another tier, Zhang Chao, Zhang Zhuo, He Meng that kind, grandmasters within 570～590, top 200 experts in the whole school. There were very few such people, but each one was a key protection object, the core competitiveness of the parallel class.

Now there was Zhou Fu, it could be said that Old Mo was lucky, obtaining another weapon to suppress the same-level classes.

As for the apex of Class 18, it was naturally the great and unquestionable Tang Siwen.

The only king, unshakeable.

In an ordinary high school, she would have six teachers tutoring her one-on-one, and even had to take care of her emotions from time to time, like a fairy grass seedling.

The remaining thirty-five people were around the level of public second-tier undergraduates, potential stocks striving for the first-tier undergraduate line.

Like Big A, they said they had potential, but they had been struggling to hold the 3000 mark for ten years, basically fixed.

Yu Jiacheng actually cared quite a bit about his grades. Although everyone called him Fatty, and he seemed to be quite indifferent, he hoped that he could stay firmly on the first-tier undergraduate line, and slightly distance himself from his brothers.

He can’t sit in this position next time!

Damn it, he's getting serious.

Just to say that sentence to Chen Yuan—I feel that those below 540 points don't understand how to do the problems.

This is the sense of superiority.

While listening to Fatty's inner thoughts, Chen Yuan also gradually developed a rather strong sense of competition.

Although he and his brothers usually played well, their grades weren't very good, and they couldn't compare to the real academic tyrants. But if he could crush his brothers, that would be excellent.

Of course, Chen Yuan didn't regard Fatty as his opponent.

You want to become my lifelong enemy with 540?

Laughable.

Chen Yuan turned his head, looking at Zhou Fu sitting at the door. She noticed his gaze, so she smiled and made a scissor hand, greeting him.

Don't look at how gentle and kind this guy looks, she's actually very bad!

"Because I haven't taken an exam in No. 11 High School before, the school automatically divided me into exam room 31. Great Chen Yuan, we're taking the exam together."

"But the opportunity to be in the same exam room may only be this once, it's really regrettable…"

What a regret, you're clearly smiling, you haven't stopped smiling!

All that can be said is that what schools compare is ultimately academic ability. In the provincial experimental high school, there may be some other episodes. But whenever an exam came, all those who cared about their scores would be especially serious. That was why many people looked for teachers to change their grades after the exam, saying that so-and-so's question was misjudged.

Indeed, scores before the college entrance examination are useless, they don't help with going to college at all.

But, everyone leaves school after the college entrance examination.

For students, every usual exam is a symbol of strength, status, and glory.

If it were the old Chen Yuan, he would have endured it if Fatty had mocked him, who told him his… score was low.

But now, I'm also going to start fighting for it!

Not long after, a Chinese teacher holding test papers walked in.

Liu Fang, she happened to be the Chinese teacher of Class 18.

But at the same time, she also taught Class 8.

She was a quasi-special grade teacher.

The reason why she taught the best liberal arts class while also teaching a poor science class was because of the school's poverty alleviation policy—to have excellent teachers teach a poor class at the same time, to improve enrollment.

However, she obviously preferred the liberal arts geniuses in Class 8.

After each exam, she would copy the good compositions from the completed test papers and send them to both classes, one for each person, for everyone to study and explain.

But due to the large gap in level, basically the compositions of the students in Class 8 were used as teaching materials, allowing the students in Class 18 to study them unilaterally.

Among them, Tang Siwen, as well as the compositions of several girls in the class, occasionally had the opportunity to be copied and slightly break out of the 'circle'.

Although Chen Yuan's composition was around 50 points, the standard for copying was at least 53 points or more, so it didn't appear on the 'world channel'.

Liu Fang often said sourly: "Chinese grades have little to do with the quality of the composition, but how can so many of you not write good compositions? As expected, science students' brains are more straightforward, they don't understand romance."

Generally, teachers prefer science subjects, and Chinese teachers mostly love liberal arts students more.

Moreover, she also taught Class 8, so she liked students with literary talent even more.

As a special assistant student, he mainly received help from the math and English teachers. The Chinese teacher's attitude towards him was very subtle, it wasn't that she didn't like him, it was just that there was a limited amount that could be taught in Chinese, and plus, he was either doing math problems or memorizing English words, so Liu Fang also knew that it was useless to force him to spend time improving Chen Yuan's Chinese.

Unless he could get 580 points, and his Chinese was still just over 100.

Then Liu Fang, I'm going to be angry.

The bell rang five minutes before the exam, Liu Fang opened the test papers, then distributed the test papers, and reminded everyone not to answer the questions.

After the official exam started, everyone began to write.

As usual, Chen Yuan was doing every question.

And also as usual, after finishing, he felt like he got everything right, but also everything wrong.

That's right, this is Chinese, you won't starve to death, but you won't be full either.

A subject that relies entirely on the correct rate of multiple-choice questions to pull up the score!

But fortunately, he got all 6 points for the ancient poem dictation because he had memorized it beforehand using Chao Zi.

Okay, that's 2 more points than the last Chinese exam.

Big improvement!

Meaning: He bought a 15 yuan ward at the start.

Then there were the extracurricular classical Chinese texts that he hadn't memorized, and the same old reading comprehension questions, which he did very naturally, without complete certainty.

Finally, with one hour and twenty minutes left, he reached the composition.

The composition topic: The Future.

Damn it, this is too fitting!

And, it's too simple.

Chen Yuan deeply understood the composition stereotype, and because he was relatively good at description, he rarely messed up in this area.

It's just a mere eight hundred words, any chapter of the online novels I read has four or five thousand words, I can write a few paragraphs of scene description to fill up most of it.

But writing an argumentative essay is more fitting.

The conclusion is thrown out in the first paragraph, the main point is strengthened in the last paragraph, and a small reasoning story is interspersed in the middle, closely following the argument, 50 points is not easy to get…

But with such a good topic that is impossible to deviate from, should I be so steady?

I've always been thinking about relying entirely on English and math to pull up my score.

Can't Chinese pull up the score?

Let's try it, pull it up with Chinese.

Even to the point of being excessive, pull up the score with the composition!

So, Chen Yuan chose a risky topic that even Chinese masters didn't dare to touch easily: *Fiction*.

The title is "My Eyes Can See the Future."

——

Today I was jammed and hit by a brain-dead truck, I spent most of the day dealing with it, so this is the only chapter, everyone go to sleep early after reading it, mua.

(End of chapter)