CHAPTER 1455: CHAPTER 1456: COMPOSITION ZERO POINTS

"You want a wager?" Yu Zixiao cast another sidelong glance at Yan Zisu, then became visibly excited, an eager look appearing on his handsome face. "If I win, I want you to strip and streak around the track!"

"Oh——"

As soon as he said that, the whole class erupted, and even people from the neighboring groups joined in.

You, however, displayed an indifferent expression, even letting out a deep yawn.

"What, afraid?"

Yu Zixiao tried to provoke you.

"Not afraid, just worried you won’t dare to agree."

"Hmph! A true man walks straight, speaks right; there’s nothing in this world that I, Yu Zixiao, dare not do."

"Oh, so I’ll take that as your agreement." You suddenly sneered mischievously, then walked over to Yan Zisu’s desk.

When you reached Yan Zisu, Yu Zixiao’s heart leapt into his throat, and every cell in his body seemed to jump to life.

At first, Yu Zixiao held no regard for Yan Zisu, but during a PE class while she was washing her face after a long run, he happened to catch a glimpse. In that moment, he saw her full face, and in less than half a second, felt as though Yan Zisu’s stunning beauty had pierced right through his heart.

Since then, Yu Zixiao kept observing Yan Zisu and found that she nearly matched his ideal vision of a wife.

Yu Zixiao had sent Yan Zisu more than a hundred love letters, all returned unopened; yet, he wasn’t discouraged. It was precisely because of Yan Zisu’s character that he found her so unique, making him care even more.

As the son of a corporate president, Yu Zixiao had never wanted for anything, and now Yan Zisu ignited his passion, so he definitely wouldn’t let someone like you ruin his good mood!

You lightly knocked on Yan Zisu’s desk and said to her, "Lend me a piece of white paper and a pen."

Without a word, Yan Zisu found a piece of white paper and a pen in the drawer, handed them to you, and then went back to reading, as if the world outside of you failed to elicit any response from her.

"Oh my god, did you see that? A miracle! Scholar Yan actually responded to him."

"Am I seeing things?"

Amid the chatting and exclamations, you quickly scribbled on the paper while Yu Zixiao kept his composure, staring intently at you.

"Done!"

You turned the white paper into a contract and first signed your own name, then said to Yu Zixiao, "The contract is simple. Based on the results of this month’s exam, if you win, I’ll streak around the track; if I win, I want a string of numbers — one million US dollars! Hey!"

You grinned, and at that moment, your smile appeared repulsive to everyone around.

"One million dollars, quite the boast!" Yu Zixiao heard this and snorted coldly.

"If not, then get lost and eat shit, tch! Don’t waste my time!" You rolled your eyes, put the contract on the teacher’s desk, returned the pen to Yan Zisu, and walked back to your seat.

"Wait!" At this moment, Yu Zixiao called out to you.

You didn’t turn around, sat directly on the desk at your seat, slightly tilted your head back, and maintained a smile that most girls found irresistible.

Though you didn’t speak, the disdain and contempt in your smile infuriated Yu Zixiao even more.

"Your demands are unrealistic, there isn’t the slightest sincerity; no one, not just me, would agree to that."

Yu Zixiao, not foolish, naturally shifted the spotlight onto you with these words.

Meanwhile, two of Yu Zixiao’s followers hurriedly chimed in:

"Exactly! One million dollars? Even for one hundred thousand Chinese Yuan, I’d streak without hesitation!"

"This poor kid doesn’t even know what a million dollars really means, does he?"

You shrugged, unwilling to argue, and simply sat down, closing your eyes to rest, acting as if nothing had just happened; yet all along, a faint smile remained on your face, the evident disdain deepening Yu Zixiao’s animosity towards you.

Yu Zixiao would never miss a chance to humiliate you; more importantly, he had absolute confidence in his own academic performance. Since Yan Zisu appeared, he had always been second, not because his grades slipped but because hers were outstanding. As long as she performed normally, she was sure to top this year’s provincial science exam!

In Yu Zixiao’s view, you only got into the advanced class through your mother, and he could predict that, under normal circumstances, you probably wouldn’t even reach the score line for Second Heights, given you didn’t seem to be someone particularly diligent in studies.

Looking at your face, which filled Yu Zixiao with the desire to tear apart himself, he walked towards you and raised his voice: "Since it’s a competition, the conditions on both sides should be the same."

"Streaking?" You yawned and then appraised Yu Zixiao from head to toe, your smile growing lecherous and malevolent, "Sure, but streaking is something young people often do, it’s not novel, I’ll add another condition. How about jumping like a frog around the school’s track without a stitch of clothing? Hehe, I can’t wait to see you hopping with your bare white ass on the track, mwahahaha."

"Hmph, it’s you who will lose for sure!" Saying this, Yu Zixiao turned to walk away.

"Wait." You called out to Yu Zixiao, tapping a sheet of paper on the desk, reissuing a contract, "Sign your name."

Yu Zixiao picked up the contract, his heart full of scorn as he saw the crooked handwriting, and promptly signed his name before leaving.

First period, Chinese class.

The Chinese teacher was an Old Scholar, nearing retirement. He placed a stack of test papers on the podium, and unlike usual, instead of starting his lecture, he sighed.

"Students, you are the last graduating class of my teaching career. Honestly, in all my years of teaching, I’ve never seen students like you!" Saying this, the Old Scholar slammed his hand hard on the podium. The podium remained unmoved, but the objects on it leapt into the air simultaneously, reaching a uniform height, then fell back to their original positions, not deviating an inch.

Your previously wandering attention sharpened suddenly, and an expression of surprise appeared on your face.

The Old Scholar swept his gaze over the seated students, pulled a test paper from a file, revealing two conspicuously large red Arabic numerals — 90!

A 90 in Chinese for the advanced class was considered quite poor, since among the subjects, Chinese had the most average scores, typically around 105.

Students in the first row soon saw the name of the test paper’s author: "Li Muyun!"

After a moment of silence, the classroom erupted into laughter. Yu Zixiao’s face was filled with glee as he looked at you, believing your defeat was certain!

You simply yawned again, maintaining an air of nonchalance.

"What’s so funny?" The Old Scholar followed everyone’s gaze to you sitting in the back row, raised the paper in hand, and asked, "Student Li, there isn’t much I want to say, nor do I need to. Did you know? You scored zero on your essay!"