Top Student at Their Peak-Chapter 34: Feeling Unconvinced? Hold It In

At this moment, probably only Ma Yufei and Lu Jia in the entire classroom felt normal, even slightly grateful. Qiao Yu was indeed quite kind to them. When they weren’t familiar yet, he gave them a 50% discount on helping them with questions, only charging V50.

Familiar people found it very cheap, but for other classmates, this was undoubtedly a novel experience.

As for Qiao Yu, although he thought the question was silly, considering the person might be a potential benefactor, he patiently replied, "Money, or RMB, to be precise."

People with weak comprehension skills are like this.

This time, the classmates finally realized what was happening, and Qiao Yu received heaps of disdainful glances immediately.

Luckily, Qiao Yu had been accustomed to such looks since childhood and accepted them calmly, without stirring a ripple in his heart.

Qiao Yu never cared whether others looked down on him. Anyway, he often looked down on them too, so it evened out. Everything was good.

"No way, Qiao Yu. You charge your classmates for helping them with questions? And you want a hundred? Haven’t you ever seen money before?" A senior from the second year couldn’t stand it anymore and spoke up righteously.

Although the words were a bit harsh, for innocent high school students, it indeed seemed somewhat unreasonable.

But obviously, such disdain had no impact on Qiao Yu at all.

"That’s right, a kid from a poor family really hasn’t seen much money growing up. If there’s a chance, could you let me have a look?" Qiao Yu smiled and replied, then turned his head intending to leave.

A client unwilling to pay a hundred bucks is not a good client, naturally not worth his time bantering with a bunch of idlers here.

Not to mention that, to Qiao Yu, any behavior unrelated to near or long-term goals and incapable of bringing mental or physical pleasure is purely a waste of time and life.

Just as he was about to step away, someone spoke again from behind, "Wait, a hundred it is, I’ll pay this money."

This time it was a different person, but the voice sounded somewhat familiar. Qiao Yu turned around again and immediately recognized it was the senior who had reminded him if he had entered the wrong classroom on his first day. So he smiled and said, "Thanks, Boss, payment first."

Upon hearing this, the other party didn’t seem angry but casually reached into his pants pocket, grabbed a handful of money, pulled out a bill, and handed it to Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu just glanced and roughly estimated that stack to be at least fourteen or fifteen hundred bucks.

In comparison to high school students, this was considered rich. Because there was a cafeteria meal card tucked in, it showed that under normal circumstances, the senior also ate at the school canteen, and the cash was purely for pocket money.

Moreover, the money wasn’t stacked neatly, further indicating that the money wasn’t an issue at all for the person, suggesting the family condition was probably above middle class. Yet it’s puzzling why, with such a financial background and decent grades allowing admission into the Olympic Competition class, they didn’t opt for a high-end private school but came to Railway First Middle School?

Of course, Qiao Yu didn’t bother worrying about others’ affairs, nor envied them. Observing these details was mainly for Lan Jie’s sake.

At least it shouldn’t make Teacher Lan worry about his students not having money for food. The good guy is like this, worrying about things that aren’t necessarily his concern.

So Qiao Yu comfortably accepted the hundred bucks.

The other person smiled and casually said, "Hello, I’m Zhang Luo. The Zhang with a long bow, Luo from the ’Luoshenfu’."

Qiao Yu smiled back and responded, "Hello, no need for so much trouble. I usually just call my benefactors Boss."

Then he walked over to the girl, disregarding over a dozen disdainful looks around and enthusiastically asked, "Classmate, which question?"

At least, from a service attitude perspective, there was nothing to criticize.

"Wait, what if you can’t solve it?" Senior Luo didn’t immediately bring out the question but asked.

"Simple, full refund. But don’t worry, normally the questions you bring can’t stump me. I’m quite strong in mathematics," Qiao Yu replied with ease.

"Then if that’s the case, if you can’t solve it, you not only have to return the hundred to Zhang Luo but also another hundred to treat everyone to food. How about that?" Senior Luo stared at Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu laughed even more joyfully, "Sorry, you might have misunderstood. This is a paid service, you can think of it as a sort of knowledge payment model, like the training classes you sign up for outside. It’s not about making bets with others. You wouldn’t gamble the tuition fees with the training class teachers, right?

Just to emphasize, I never gamble. Also, after receiving the payment, unless you bring me a question I can’t solve, I certainly won’t refund the money. Oh, and don’t think a crowd will intimidate me. Besides being good at math, my grades in other subjects are awful, which is why I’m placed in the thirteenth class.

You guys all know the thirteenth class of junior three, right? How should I put it? My classmates, if a dog passed by, they would have to kick it for no reason. It’s impossible to get them to study, but if you asked them to help in a fight, each one would charge forward fiercely.

These guys are embarrassed to greet others without a couple of disciplinary records from school. And most of their Monday flag critiques are basically ones I helped them write, we have a great relationship. So if you guys are unhappy, my suggestion would be to hold it back."

When he said this, Qiao Yu maintained a businesslike smile throughout, making everyone in the classroom look at each other in awe.

"Qiao Yu, you’ve misunderstood, we really didn’t mean that. Luo Yatong, which question can’t you solve, just give it to Qiao Yu to take a look," Zhang Luo took the lead in trying to ease the tension, which smoothed out the atmosphere.

Luo Yatong unwillingly took out a book, and Qiao Yu walked over, noticed another senior beside Senior Luo looking at him curiously, and didn’t forget to nod politely as a greeting before accepting the book.

Carefully reading the question, he stood there thinking silently for more than two minutes, then simply sat down at the side seat and began to write furiously with the pen Lan Jie gave him.

While writing the answer this time, Qiao Yu used the font he had just practiced. Even the numbers were written neatly, sealing all the points that needed to be sealed. For the last question’s proof, Qiao Yu remembered previously explaining it too briefly, and the good person added many other things, so he went into more detail this time.

Even some obvious places were written with a full derivation process just like a teacher explaining a question, so it took a little longer.

It took a full seven or eight minutes to write down the entire solution process; to say the least, Senior Luo got a big deal asking him to solve this time.

"Done, here you go." Completing the solution, Qiao Yu pocketed the pen and returned the book to the senior.

"That’s it? Aren’t you going to explain it?" Luo Yatong asked in surprise.

"Sorry, that’s the service for a hundred bucks, explanation costs extra. No worries, I wrote it clearly enough, I’m sure you can understand," Qiao Yu said considerately.

"How do we know if you got it right?"

"Don’t worry, if you don’t believe, you can ask Teacher Lan. If it’s wrong, you can find me next class for a refund. Alright, I’m off. Boss Zhang, you can find me next time for things like this."

Yes, before leaving, Qiao Yu didn’t forget to say goodbye to the benefactor who had paid.

After a while, someone suddenly blurted out, "Damn, are guys good at math all this scheming?"

Then countless annoyed stares made him realize he might have said something wrong...