Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 738 The Cold-Faced School Prince Is a Girl 19

Over the weekend, Wen Ning, who had been crowned the new school beauty, made a strong comeback and was spotted having dinner with the new school hunk in the cafeteria.

The news quickly spread across the forum and the two of them reconciled!

Wen Ning returned to the dormitory, but found that he had only been out for two days. When did Xu Lingyao and Liang Zhe become so close?

Liang Zhe took the new Olympiad questions and did them first. He asked Lingyao the remaining difficult questions when she was free. As soon as he finished answering a question, he felt like he had suddenly become enlightened. When he wanted to return to his seat to calculate, he turned his head and met the resentful gaze of Wen Ning, who had been staring at them for who knows how long.

Liang Zhe was a little confused by the look on his face, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face: "What's wrong?"

Wen Ning crossed his arms and glared at him: "What are you guys doing together? And why are you talking for so long?"

"Let's talk about the question. Look at this question. It's really amazing. If Xu Lingyao hadn't pointed it out to me, I might have been deceived by the known conditions of these two tricks."

Liang Zhe said this and handed the test paper to Wen Ning.

Wen Ning's face was serious, his eyes lingering on the questions on the test paper, one hand raised and touching his chin in a serious manner.

In fact, he couldn't understand any of the questions on the test paper. He could only understand abc. English was the subject that Wen Ning was best at. After all, this young master had to go abroad to travel for a while during his annual holidays. Although he had a portable translator, he was also instilled with a lot of English knowledge intentionally or unintentionally.

He was stroking his chin, thinking about what to say to fool the man, but Lingyao, who was looking over at him, had already burst his delusion.

"Go back and do the questions. He can't understand them."

Wen Ning's face was like the paper used to paste windows in ancient times. It would break if poked, and air would leak in and blow straight into his heart, making him feel very cold.

"You look down on me, don't you? What's wrong with him being able to solve math Olympiad problems? I can solve them, too. I just had extra classes on the weekend. Who are you looking down on?" Wen Ning raised his head, turned his head and faced Ling Yao with his side profile to express his anger and grievance.

Lingyao wanted to laugh, so she pulled him over and put him in his place: "Okay, you're awesome, you should finish your homework first."

When has Wen Ning ever done his homework? Even the class representative who collected homework usually refused to collect his homework. When he encountered teachers with stricter management, Sun Wei and others would write for him, but Wen Ning did not refuse this time.

Instead, he rolled his eyes and picked up the pen.

"Okay, but I don't know how to do a few questions. Can you teach me?"

"Row."

The next day, the sun passed through the clouds and covered the earth. The morning air was fresh and comfortable. Monday morning was the most tense and urgent day for students, and also the busiest for class representatives.

All homework for each subject must be collected before the end of morning self-study.

Wen Ning walked into the classroom early, holding the red bean paste bun he and Lingyao had bought on the first floor. This morning, even the students who were usually difficult to discipline came early so that they could copy the homework of the top students who had already finished their homework.

When Wen Ning entered, Sun Wei and Wu Hantao were listening attentively, their fingers holding the pens following the movement of their eyes as they rapidly slid left and right across two homework books.

He caught a glimpse of Wen Ning coming in and did not forget to greet him.

"Brother Wen, wait until I finish copying here and then I'll copy it for you."

"No need." Wen Ning snorted, stuffed the schoolbag into the desk box, then unzipped it and took out the books and notebooks in the bag.

While watching Sun Wei and Wu Hantao busy copying homework, he leisurely ate buns.

Ten minutes before the end of morning self-study, class representatives from each subject came down to collect homework. Sun Wei handed in his homework, wailed, and his hands collapsed on the table, his shoulders dropping.

His face looked as if all the energy had been sucked out of it: "Brother Wen, you won't have time to copy my homework, but it should be okay if you don't hand it in." The student council member probably wouldn't accept Wen Ning's homework.

Just as Sun Wei thought, the student council member took out the homework of Sun Wei and Wu Hantao, and after his eyes passed over Wen Ning, he was ready to turn around and leave.

It was Wen Ning who took the initiative to stop the person.

"Wait, my homework."

Wen Ning handed in the homework he had written last night while Sun Wei looked as if he didn't dare to open his eyes and hoped it was just my hallucination, and Wu Hantao looked as if he had lost all hope in life and said, "Brother Wen, are you playing us?"

The student council member was a little stunned and embarrassed when he received Wen Ning's homework. It was not that he ignored Wen Ning on purpose, but he was mainly afraid to go up to Wen Ning to hand in his homework.

But now that Wen Ning is willing to hand it over on his own initiative, that’s the best.

Wen Ning followed the same method for the next few subjects. Except for one subject where he didn't do the homework because the teacher handed out the test paper and Wen Ning didn't bring the test paper home, Wen Ning handed in every other subject on time. Not only did he hand it in on time, but he also finished every subject.

Sun Wei didn't believe it at first. He guessed that Wen Ning might have handed in a blank assignment or something he wrote randomly, so he took a look at the homework. When he opened it, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Sun Wei copied the homework of a lucky student who was in the top ten of the class.

And Wen Ning actually solved all the questions that the top ten in the class didn’t solve!

Is this right?

"Brother Ning, where did you get the answers? It looks like you copied questions for the first time, and your copying is a bit low-level. For our homework, it's enough to just copy the basic questions at the beginning!"

Wen Ning smiled at Sun Wei, his eyebrows curved, and his tone was full of indescribable pride.

"Oh, there's nothing I can do. Who made me have the top student in the grade tutoring me? I didn't want to do it yesterday, but he insisted on dragging me to study with him. What can I do?" At the end, Wen Ning sighed in a very asking for a beating. If the smile on his face wasn't so obvious, perhaps his words would have been more reliable.

Sun Wei and Wu Hantao: It's great to have the top student in the grade helping with homework...

Okay, it’s indeed extraordinary, but can Brother Wen please put away the weird fangirl expression on his face? It always feels weird.

This kind of expression was seen on the faces of those little fans who were pursuing Wen Ning before. Which little fan of Xu Lingyao is pursuing Wen Ning now?

After Wen Ning returned to school, he kept waiting for the student union to contact him. Based on his previous experience, the student union would contact him within a week after the vote. However, he waited and waited, and until Monday of the second week, there was still no movement from the student union.

He simply took the initiative to ask someone for the student union's QQ number and sent a message.

[What program will the first place vote winner have arranged this year? 】

The other party was also terrified when he suddenly received the message from Wen Ning.

Cautious: [Don't worry, Wen, because of a system failure this year, you were mistakenly admitted to the girls' group, so we have discussed and decided not to organize a performance program, but the corresponding prizes will be sent after the performance. ]

ningningning: [......]