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nXue Xi sized up the man.

nThere seemed to be no fear in his dark brown eyes except that he looked slightly pale. It might have been because he was reeling from the shock.

nRegardless of whether he was faking it or it was real, she could not reject her boyfriend’s “reasonable request,” but she could—

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nXue Xi casually said, “I’ll bring breakfast to you, then.”

nThen wouldn’t I end up farther from the little kid?

nXiang Huai stood up when she turned around and followed behind her. He said without batting an eyelid, “With you around, I’m not afraid.”

nLu Chao had been sitting by the dining table and keeping as quiet as a quail. “…”

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nBack then, when they gathered together, they would secretly discuss if there was anything in the world that his boss was incapable of doing. In the end, he realized that the only thing his boss was incapable of… was dating.

nNow, it seems like… a mogul is a true mogul!

nIt was his first time dating, and yet he had numerous tricks up his sleeves. His tricks made him giddy. Hence, he decided to plead with his boss for additional emotional allowance for this current task. Is it humane to be forced to see them acting lovey-dovey every day?

nThey sat at the dining table and continued eating.

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nXue Xi’s phone vibrated.

nShe took a glance and saw that it was a message from Actor: “Sister Xi, I received the bag! Thank you! How much is it? Give me your bank card number, I’ll transfer it to you.”

nAfter getting the bag last week, Xue Xi had mailed to Cen Bai right away. When she saw this message, she realized that she had not paid Xiang Huai yet.

n“How much is the bag?” she asked.

nXiang Huai swallowed the bun and replied, “Two hundred.”

nXue Xi sent a message to the man.

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nLearning: “Two hundred. Bank card number is 6XXXXXXXXXXXX.”

nActor: “Sure. Sister Xi, I’ve transferred the money.”

nXue Xi was not bothered by it and continued eating.

nAfter finishing her meal, she fished out her wallet and placed 300 yuan on the table. “The remaining 100 yuan is for the food.”

nLu Chao: “…”

nHe silently swallowed his bun just as he swallowed the fact that the bag was actually two million yuan.

nIn “Who is the young lady?” group.

nCen Bai sent a message: “Sister Xi is really not bad. No idea where she got the bag from, but she didn’t charge me a premium either. The original price is two million yuan and she sold it to me at that price.”

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nLimited edition bags have collectible value and can be sold at higher prices because, after all, there is demand but no supply.

nZhou Zhou: “Sister Xi comes from a wealthy and powerful family. She doesn’t care about your pennies. Aye, she is truly formidable. I sent her my scores yesterday and she pointed out three parts that were not well done.”

nCen Bai: “Follow Sister Xi and you can buy bags.”

nZhou Zhou: “Follow Sister Xi and you can play the piano.”

nThe rest: “…Suck-ups.”

nSomebody “@-ed” Feng Xingshen and asked: “How is the young lady’s math?”

nFeng Xingshen: “She is still saying that she could prove it. She probably doesn’t know that she is trying to prove Bartra’s theory. I don’t harbor any more hope because, after all, not everyone in this group can be as omnipotent as the group manager. Aye!”

nThe rest comforted: “She is, after all, a young lady. Don’t have high expectations.”

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nAfter eating, Xue Xi walked toward the school.

nAt the entrance, a black Rolls-Royce was parked as the chauffeur politely opened the rear car door. Gao Yanchen, with his red hair, alighted from it.

nHe was wearing his school uniform and was looking at his phone.

nHe exuded an obstinate and overbearing aura that terrified the rest, who hid away from him. Nobody dared to stay within a few meters of him.

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nSomeone walked in front of him and failed to see him. By the time the man had realized it, they were inches from each other. That student could only muster up his courage and greet, “H-Hi, Brother Chen.”

nThe boy lifted his eyes impatiently and stared at the student as though his eyes were raging with fire. The latter was so shocked that his legs nearly turned to jelly.

nHe lowered his head again, and just as he was walking ahead, someone tapped on his shoulder. Having been interrupted consecutively, he was on the verge of flying into a rage.

n“Who the hell doesn’t wanna live anymore and keep bothering me…?” Gao Yanchen instinctively wanted to bash up the person, but when he turned his head, he saw a pair of clear, misty eyes.

nThe girl, who was shorter than he was by half a head, was staring at him expressionlessly.

nThe boy froze and pursed his thin lips as he swallowed the vulgarities. He then called reluctantly, “Sister Xi.”

nXue Xi: “…Oh.”

nGao Yanchen, who was like a lone wolf moments earlier, was walking obediently with her. He turned his head and could see that the girl’s backpack was drooping to the floor. It must be very heavy while his own school bag had been left in the classroom and he did not bring it home.

nJust as he was pondering, Xue Xi’s curious voice rang. “What are you looking at earlier?”

nGao Yanchen instinctively locked his phone screen and tossed it into his pocket. “Nothing much.”

nAfterward, he shot her a glance. If she keeps asking, how should I brush her off?

n“Oh,” the girl replied while he was contemplating and stopped asking.

nGao Yanchen: “…”

nThe experimental class was on the third floor while Gao Yanchen’s class was on the highest floor. They separated on the third floor and Gao Yanchen immediately strode to his classroom.

nClass Eight was the worst-performing class in the whole school, and four members of the Roaring Flame Society belonged to this class.

nSeeing him, Flame Number One rushed up to him. “Brother Chen!”

n“Mhm,” Gao Yanchen acknowledged him and sat in the last row. He removed his phone once again and the web page had the following words “Vote! Who will clinch the first place in the National Mathematical Olympiad!”

nOther than Sun Jie, who was from their province, there were two other contenders who did not participate in the Math Star Competition but were well-known in the Math Olympiad circle.

nXue Xi was the underdog and had a thousand fewer votes than the contender in the first place.

nGao Yanchen sent the link to the Roaring Flame Society group and typed three words: “Campaign for votes.”

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nXue Xi had zero idea about what was happening on the Internet.

nShe took her books to the Math Olympiad class and wanted to sort out the soaked portion of Bartra’s theory.

nA day flew past in a blink of an eye.

nSoon, it was dismissal time and Xue Xi had completed it a day earlier than expected!

nAfter she had sorted it out, her train of thought became even clearer.

nIn order to prevent further accidents from happening when she was home, she labeled the drafts on the spot. After taking pictures of all 30 or 40 pages, she was going to send them to Teaches Math.

nFar away in the capital, Feng Xingshen was in the laboratory. He was wearing his thick, heavy glasses as he looked at the math model on the computer screen. At this moment, his phone rang.

nLearning: “Are you there?”

nFeng Xingshen sighed.

nThe young lady is probably looking for an excuse to delay it, huh?

nHe should not put her in a difficult position. Hence, he picked up his phone and sent a message: “Nobody has been able to prove Bartra’s theory so you don’t have to do it anymore.”

nBefore he could even send the message, he saw hers.

nLearning: “Send me your email. I’ll send the answer to you.”

nFeng Xingshen widened his eyes in shock.

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