A CERTAIN SOMEONE ( THE ON1Y ONE )

Chapter 041 - Honour

He Shot a Grin at Yang Jing. “Jing-jie, Are You Still Settling Scores With Us?”

“What do you mean what did I just call you?” Sheng Wang played dumb. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to answer on purpose, it was just the “My Ge” that came out so smoothly towards other people, he couldn’t bring himself to say it towards Jiang Tian no matter what.
Probably out of the inexplicable competitive spirit of boys, Sheng Wang thought.

Jiang Tian was still looking at him with his brows half-raised.
Sheng Wang wanted to standoff against him, but not even half a second passed before he conceded. He removed his right hand from Jiang Tian’s fingers. “I called you didi.”

Pure boy Qiu Wenbin giggled as he witnessed their conversation. Sheng Wang, who was on the losing end, finally became the general who was gaining the upper hand at last. He lifted his chin, pleased with himself, and said, “Ok, no more playing around, let’s study.”
He squeezed the joints of his right hand as though he was messing around; he lowered his head, and started focusing on studying.

Out of his peripheral vision, Jiang Tian finally looked away and stuffed in his earpiece after a beat. The water-based pen soundlessly spun between his fingers. Occasionally, it would stop, and scritch-scratched against the notebook.
Qiu Wenbin, who sat opposite him, started to figure out the correction collection with a frown on his face. He took out a pair of scissors from his pencil case, and didn’t manage to bring himself to start cutting.

The homeroom teacher of Class 11 was old fashioned, there was no such thing as turning a blind eye. No phones in the classroom, and they meant it. Qiu Wenbin was a good student who followed the rules, and under the oppression of his homeroom teacher, he had developed the good habit of not playing on his phone. He was better than 90% of the students in this regard, but he had gone slightly overboard with it.

After struggling by himself for so long, he finally recalled that the phone is a tool too. He peered at the two top students in embarrassment before realising that those two had not even looked up at any point, too engrossed in what they were doing. Therefore, he hurriedly dug out his phone and searched for a highly efficient method towards compiling a corrections collection. He downloaded a camera scanner app for the time being, and started taking pictures of the questions he made a mistake on.

This method was indeed much less troublesome than copying over. There was a self-service printer in the residential block, all he needed to do was to print out the questions and redo them on a regular basis.
The questions that he used to spend an entire night on copying, he only took five minutes to back them up today.

God knows how long it has been since he felt the satisfaction of finishing a task ahead of time; this was the first time he felt exhilaration when it came to the matter of studying ever since he entered Fuzhong.

Qiu Wenbin wanted to express his gratitude towards Sheng Wang for reminding him, but he also felt a little awkward about it.
He quickly glanced at the other person a few times. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw the bigshot suddenly relaxing his fingers, grabbing the pen that had been lying idly for twenty years now, and started writing on the notebook.

Qiu Wenbin was befuddled for several moments when he finally remembered: Oh yeah! Wasn’t the bigshot practising his handwriting? Then what exactly was he concentrating on for so long? The copybook?
A question mark gradually rose over Qiu Wenbin’s head.
He suspected that the bigshot zoned out, but he had no proof, and neither did he dare to ask him.

Shi Yu came out from the bathroom. His hair was only slightly longer than a buzzcut, a few rough wipes with a towel and it would already be 70-80% dry. As he cleaned the water out from his ears, he said to the others, “I’m done, who’s next?”
Sheng Wang replied with an “Mn”. After he finished writing two characters he then looked up to ask him, “What time is lights out in Fuzhong?”
“11.20pm, I think,” Shi Yu said.
“Oh, I’m not rushing then.” Sheng Wang was done with today’s workload. He kept the copybook, and yet he also dug out another book.