Top Student at Their Peak-Chapter 31: The Vanity of Youth

In the past, when it came to sharing quiz experiences, Qiao Yu would definitely have had no interest.

But since he could go to Class One to share with the students, Qiao Yu thought it over and agreed.

On one hand, it would make Xia Keke happy, and on the other hand, it would make him happy as well.

That day at the entrance of Class One, it felt quite satisfying being stared at by that boy named Xu as if he wanted to eat him up.

Being invited by the other teacher to share exam insights during class time probably feels even better. I wonder if that guy would explode with anger.

Qiao Yu actually always enjoyed the look of those who disliked him but couldn’t do anything about him. This was true not only in reality but also in games. When he picked up a gun and defeated a streamer decked out in luxury gear, making them wail in the live stream, he felt very happy.

Of course, as a person with professional ethics, when these people were willing to pay to torment him, he’d set aside this happiness and instead enjoy the happiness of making money. One job, double happiness.

If it weren’t for Lan Jie’s appearance, prompting him to try another path, Qiao Yu might have stuck with that job until he couldn’t play anymore.

So for this happiness, Qiao Yu didn’t even mention money to the teacher this time, and for a moment, Qiao Yu even felt that his moral character had been elevated.

Sharing for free is truly noble.

Yuan Yuan, of course, didn’t know Qiao Yu’s wicked taste, only feeling quite happy and gratified, after all, her student had become quite accomplished.

"Alright then, I’ll inform you once I’ve arranged a time with Mr. Xing. Do well in the upcoming exams! Oh, and practice your handwriting, you lost three points on your Chinese paper for presentation!"

"Okay."

...

In the afternoon, they had a math test, which consisted of multiple choice and fill-in-the-blank questions, the kind of exam you could easily ace if you weren’t careful.

This subject was already unique. Those who understood it found it simple; those who didn’t found it extremely difficult.

From Qiao Yu’s perspective, compared to Chinese, the best part about math was that it didn’t require you to write a lot as you often had to in liberal arts subjects.

In a 120-minute Chinese exam, Qiao Yu had only half an hour left after finishing his essay, whereas in math, he finished answering all the questions in just about forty minutes, with the calculation questions taking up most of the time.

But unlike in the Chinese exam, one of the invigilators stood by Qiao Yu’s desk, watching him answer questions, not moving an inch.

They really just stood there watching Qiao Yu complete all the questions.

When Qiao Yu finished the last question, placed the two papers aside, and intended to lie down and sleep, the teacher even bent down and asked softly, "Not going to check it?"

"No need, full marks," Qiao Yu replied confidently.

The teacher chuckled, "Then why are you still here in the exam hall? Not going to hand in your paper?"

"It’s Monday today. Later, I’ve got to go to the Olympic Competition class."

"No worries, it’s already past 3:40. Just hand in your paper and go straight to 302 to wait; there’s no activity in the classroom on Monday, so it’s empty."

Is this invigilator from the high school side? Old Lan does have quite the influence.

Qiao Yu mused, then obediently got up, handed in his paper, and walked out of the classroom.

Although he didn’t have the habit of handing in early, it was different if the teacher actively suggested it.

However, Qiao Yu didn’t plan on going to the high school side. It seemed like the rain had stopped outside, just cloudy, perfect for going to the playground to work out a bit.

...

The invigilator was right; the 302 computer lab was free in the afternoon. After the seventh period ended at four, students from the Olympic Competition class started arriving in the classroom.

According to Railway First Middle School’s curriculum, the eighth and ninth periods are usually self-study sessions, lasting from 4:10 to 5:40. Students selected for the Olympic Competition class don’t have to attend these sessions every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

So unless their homeroom teacher had special plans, most of them would come straight to room 302 after the seventh period.

If they couldn’t figure out the problems left from the last class, they could discuss them with other students in the Olympic Competition class.

Especially today, quite a few came early.

"Hey, Ma Yufei, Lu Jia, come here, come here."

Today both Ma Yufei and Lu Jia arrived quite early. As soon as they walked into the classroom, a few students who were already chatting inside called them over.

The Olympic Competition training mainly involved students from the first and second years. Since they were from different grades and classes, apart from the three Olympic Competition classes each week, they didn’t have much interaction in their daily study and life.

When they arrived early and chatted about something, it usually revolved around their respective classes, with each having their own circle.

Ma Yufei and Lu Jia were inseparable in their day-to-day lives because they were in the same class.

It was the first time for the second-year students to invite them over like this.

"What’s up?" the two asked as they walked over.

The one calling them over was one of the only two girls in the Olympic Competition class, Luo Yatong. Girls were rare in the class, so during each session, several boys surrounded them.

It wasn’t that Ma Yufei and Lu Jia didn’t want to join in; it was mainly because they weren’t from the same grade, which made it hard to fit in forcefully.

Young people, after all, care a lot about face.

"It’s about that Qiao Yu from the last class. How did you two know him?" Luo Yatong asked, her curiosity evident.

Of course, others around were also quite curious.

Honestly, quite a few students in the Olympic Competition class were a bit struck last class. But since Teacher Lan took Qiao Yu away right after class on Friday, there was no way to find out more about him. Someone just remembered that Ma Yufei had greeted Qiao Yu when he came in, leading to this scene.

"Qiao Yu, huh? Didn’t Teacher Lan mention it? He’s from the opposite side, a junior third-year. We just happened to play some table tennis together and chatted a bit, never thought he was so good at math," Lu Jia quickly answered before Ma Yufei could.

Ma Yufei turned to glance at Lu Jia without saying a word, tacitly agreeing with the answer.

The reason they initially went to the internet cafe to find answers, even paying for Qiao Yu’s solutions, was simply to show off in class. Because the first answer they bought from Qiao Yu was correct, and Teacher Lan praised him in class, they went back to him again afterwards.

It was all just the workings of that damn vanity.

To tell the truth at that time, wouldn’t they lose face?

Young people often mistakenly believe that they are the center and focus of the world, placing more importance on face than anything else. Well, not only young people, many middle-aged people still don’t understand that face doesn’t weigh two liang.

As for the idea that lying often comes with more cost, they understand even less.

"Oh, table tennis, huh." Luo Yatong looked at them suspiciously, not very convinced.

Though it was true that the school’s table tennis tables were shared and both junior and high school students often played there, it seemed a bit too coincidental.

"Yeah, he likes playing table tennis too, we encountered each other a few times, and that’s how we got to know him," Ma Yufei quickly echoed, then tugged at Lu Jia, "Come on, place your workbook down, let’s go to the bathroom."

Paths not shared, not meant to go together.