A street urchin turned academic genius, starting by saving the blind school beauty.

Chapter 92 Zhang Xinhan's Little Thoughts

The surrounding crowd erupted in uproar. Some of the girls started looking at Lu Zhaoye with strange eyes, while the boys, who had been stunned for a moment, couldn't help but shout, feeling their blood surging.

"What the senior said is so true, that's so inspiring, damn!"

"Wow, the senior is so handsome and responsible."

"..."

For some reason, Lu Zhaoye felt a little embarrassed. Wasn't this a perfectly normal statement?

In later generations, if a boy were to gamble with a girl's feelings, he would be directly identified as Jiahao, regardless of which side it was.

Even worse, they might be targeted by the roving propaganda officers of Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book) and sentenced to death.

Standing behind, Zhang Xinhan looked at Lu Zhaoye, who was a head taller than her with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Her heart pounded, a blush crept onto her cheeks, and she stared intently.

Lu Zhaoye raised his palm again and pressed it down, calming the restless crowd, and continued speaking slowly.

"If you want to compete, we can change the stakes."

"If I get into math competitions, you have to publicly promise everyone that you will never gamble with girls' feelings again."

"If I don't make it into the math competition, I'll publicly apologize to you in my personal capacity and acknowledge you as my older brother, how about that?"

Those around them stood frozen in place, while some newcomers, confused about the situation, couldn't help but swallow hard, sensing the tense atmosphere.

But everyone knows that one of them only apologized, while the other truly submitted and was rumored to be a minor leader. No matter how you look at it, Lu Zhaoye was the one who suffered a loss.

Zhang Xinhan frowned, quickly stepped forward, grabbed Lu Zhaoye's shoulder, and whispered urgently, "..."

"Lu Zhaoye, you don't need to be like this. Aren't you worried that your underlings will no longer recognize you as their big brother?"

Lu Zhaoye wasn't worried at all. A slight smirk appeared on his lips as he whispered something to Zhang Xinhan.

Don't worry.

Zhu Zifeng's eyes widened in fury as he watched the two of them being so affectionate.

He had been pursuing Zhang Xinhan for a month, but he never expected that she would be no match for a blond-haired guy who had only been in their class for less than a week. He pointed at Lu Zhaoye and roared.

"Alright, let's have a competition then, who's afraid of who?"

Lu Zhaoye smiled, nodded, and then, without saying a word, pushed aside the people around him and walked into the cafeteria.

Zhang Xinhan and her classmates immediately followed suit, and Lu Zichen arrogantly kicked over several broken lamps that were still on the ground.

The onlookers were dazzled, and some first-year high school girls covered their mouths, secretly giggling as they watched Lu Zhaoye leave.

"Wow, I wonder if that senior has a girlfriend?"

"I don't think so. I don't see any rubber bands on his hands."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry up and find out which class they're in."

Luo Xiao stood in the crowd, her heart pounding, but she was angry. Hearing the whispers of the girls around her, she felt irritated. Her lips pursed, she muttered to herself,

"Well, you brat, I see you've really gotten out of hand since you haven't been disciplined for three days."

She turned around and walked away quickly.

.......

.......

Lu Zhaoye and Zhang Xinhan were eating at one table when Lu Zichen took Qin Tian and the others to the next table, though he kept glancing at them from time to time.

Lu Zhaoye was starving and didn't care about his eating manners at all, which made Zhang Xinhan grimace.

Many boys used to act shy and timid in front of her, afraid that she would remember their bad image. Only Lu Zhaoye was genuine in front of her.

"Why aren't you eating? If you don't, your chicken leg is mine."

Lu Zhaoye glanced at Zhang Xinhan, and seeing that she didn't react, he snatched the chicken leg from her plate.

Zhang Xinhan rolled her eyes. "Does it really have to be this real?" she thought, clearing her throat and blushing as she lowered her head.

"Thank you so much. I really don't know what I would have done without you."

"It's nothing," Lu Zhaoye said, then abruptly changed the subject, saying with a grin, "I just happened to need to talk to you about something."

Zhang Xinhan was taken aback, her fox-like eyes blinking in confusion, but she also felt a certain anticipation regarding Lu Zhaoye's needs.

"What do you want me to help you with?"

Lu Zhaoye swallowed the rice, composed himself, and leaned closer to whisper,

"You should know Xu Ziqing's mother, right?"

Zhang Xinhan frowned and nodded.

"Then help me find out what Xu Ziqing's mother has been busy with lately, and most importantly, what she has to do on Sundays."

Zhang Xinhan pouted, and the happy expression on her face vanished instantly, replaced by an icy coldness.

"Why are you asking this? Are you already preparing to meet my parents?"

Lu Zhaoye didn't look up, he was frantically devouring a large chicken leg, and stammered as he spoke.

"We've already met; there were other things to discuss."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xinhan's pupils dilated instantly, her chest heaving with anger, and her hand holding the chopsticks clenched together involuntarily.

I didn't expect Qingqing to act so quickly; she's already met my parents.

Seeing this, Lu Zichen, who had been secretly observing the situation, looked on with a rather dazed expression and asked Qin Tian, ​​who was doing the same thing beside him, "..."

"Milk, why does the class monitor look like she's about to cry?"

"..."

Lu Zhaoye swallowed the last bite of chicken leg meat, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and, without noticing Zhang Xinhan's unusual behavior, truthfully told her that Xu Ziqing was going to Nanjing with him to find her father on Sunday.

"Last night I felt that something was off about her mother, but I didn't want to ask Xu Ziqing directly. If something happened to her mother, Xu Ziqing would definitely panic."

Zhang Xinhan then realized what was happening, and her mood immediately improved. Her gaze towards Lu Zhaoye softened.

She had initially thought they had reached the point of meeting each other's parents, but realizing her misunderstanding, she cleared her throat again and said...

"So, it'll just be the two of you going alone on Sunday?"

"What do you mean, 'alone'?" Lu Zhaoye asked in confusion. "We're together, not alone. What are you talking about?"

Zhang Xinhan was a little anxious, gesturing wildly as she said, "I... I mean, aren't you going to find someone else to go with you?"

Lu Zhaoye waved his hand, saying that hiring another person would mean paying for another person's ticket, and he didn't want to.

"Why do you care about this? Just tell me if you'll help or not. If not, then forget it."

Lu Zhaoye had Chen Ziniu and the others arrange for people to scout ahead in the morning, but the underlings outside also had to go to school and could only go after school. Lu Zhaoye was worried that there wouldn't be enough time, so he approached Zhang Xinhan.

"Okay, okay, I know Xu Ziqing's mother, I'll ask around," Zhang Xinhan said hurriedly.

After thinking for a moment, she finally couldn't help but say, "Lu Zhaoye... I also want to go to Nanjing, please take me with you."

Before Lu Zhaoye could even refuse, a boy rushed in from the cafeteria entrance; it was Chen Ziniu.

Lu Zhaoye quickly waved and called out.

Chen Ziniu immediately ran over, his face covered in sweat, and said in a hurried tone,

"Boss, the class monitor has been detained."

Lu Zhaoye's eyes narrowed, he slammed his chopsticks on the table, stood up instantly, and ran out like the wind.