When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 167: To What Extent Can You Tolerate Me
After lunch were two calculus classes, and He Shumiao had gone to the counselor’s office while Zhong Yuan was typically elusive, leaving only her and Fang Wei in the dorm.
Entering September, Rong City had seen several days of rain, transforming the climate from the sweltering heat of the previous month to a refreshing coolness.
Good weather often meant sleeping soundly.
When Jiang Shuyao groggily opened her eyes and checked her phone, she was instantly alert.
University life, even with regular classes including morning and evening self-study sessions for freshmen, strangely provided a comforting feel.
So comforting that it was easy to become complacent.
The two quickly freshened up and rushed to the classroom where Mr. Gao stood at the podium explaining the latest Chapter on calculus.
The back door was left open, and Jiang Shuyao glanced inside unintentionally, spotting a familiar silhouette.
She couldn’t help but wonder, had that guy from Yunzhong Class 2 really developed attachments from sitting in the last row?
After hesitating for two seconds, Jiang Shuyao’s steps halted.
"Fang Wei,"
she called out to her roommate and said, "I want to sit in the back row."
Jiang Shuyao pointed towards the back door of the classroom, making her intentions clear.
Being late in university wasn’t a big deal, and the teachers wouldn’t blame you.
But she inexplicably found herself wanting to experience sitting next to Boss Pei.
Fang Wei almost instantly understood, made an OK gesture at her, and then continued heading towards the front door.
"..."
Jiang Shuyao dryly watched her roommate’s departing figure. Actually, there were more than two seats in the back row.
Fang Wei must have misunderstood something.
While the teacher turned to face the blackboard, Jiang Shuyao carefully slipped in and sat at the seat near the aisle in the last row, quickly arranging her textbook meticulously.
"Did the teacher take attendance?" she asked Pei Yan.
"No."
The person beside her spoke without looking at her, but at some unnoticeable angle, his strong arm habitually rested on her waist.
Jiang Shuyao’s body stiffened.
"We’re in class."
She held her breath, barely squeezing the words through clenched teeth.
In front of Pei Yan was a laptop, his single hand rapidly typing on the keyboard, oblivious to the girl’s words.
It wasn’t that he was ignoring her, but that he was truly too focused.
Resigned, Jiang Shuyao lowered her eyes and slowly removed the encroaching hand from her waist.
Her gaze shifted to the computer screen beside her, somewhat reflective, only catching glimpses of lines of code swiftly moving.
While she felt reassured at the sight, apprehensive thoughts still surfaced.
Compared to the stacks of papers in high school, this guy had finally found something that interested him.
But even so, it wasn’t respectful to be doing something else during a calculus class.
Jiang Shuyao thought this as she looked toward the blackboard — it still displayed the same exercise problem from three minutes ago. Mr. Gao, beneath his glasses, surveyed the room, seemingly preparing to call on someone for an answer.
Her instincts, especially accurate just now when she looked up, told her that the teacher had lingered his gaze on her for more than two seconds.
"The girl in the last row, your name is Jiang Shuyao right? Please give the answer to the first question."
Since the start of the semester, having only had four calculus classes, it was telling that the teacher remembered her name.
Jiang Shuyao often felt that being a top scholar was both an honor and a burden.
For freshmen who just endured the grueling final year of high school with countless difficult problems, the introductory course on calculus was simple, all basic knowledge.
She stood up from her seat; the classroom grew even quieter, making the rhythmic tapping from the corner even more audaciously distinct.
Jiang Shuyao coughed softly and gave the answer, "y=-e^(6x)."
Under the table, she nudged his shoe with her foot, signaling him to tone it down a bit.
However, it was already too late.
Nearly half of the class, including Mr. Gao, turned their heads in unison towards the back row.
"Jiang Shuyao, please sit down. The male student next to you, answer the second question."
She sat down and realized that Pei Yan hadn’t even opened his textbook during the entire class.
He really had a strong bias against calculus.
The clattering sound of the keyboard suddenly stopped; Jiang Shuyao subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but within two seconds, the typing resumed.
"..."
It was like a trapped beast making its last stand, forcefully pressing the enter key, Pei Yan closed the compiler, shut his laptop, and stood up straight.
When he stood up, he brought a draft with him, and Jiang Shuyao felt his bones creak.
How long had this guy been sitting in the classroom?
Gradually, Jiang Shuyao developed a whole new perspective towards her boyfriend.
"y=sinx, u=y^2, x=3u."
His flowing answers left everyone in awe.
The teacher then signaled, "Please briefly explain your method."
"Separate the variables, eliminate y, use substitution to turn the constant into a function u of x, and proceed to find the remaining variables y and u."
This left the teacher not only speechless but also very satisfied; he even asked, "What’s your name?"
The person concerned was just about to sit down.
Jiang Shuyao impulsively stepped ahead, "Pei Yan."
As soon as she spoke, she felt extremely embarrassed herself.
At the last gathering, everyone already knew about their relationship; the reaction wasn’t big.
Instead, it was Mr. Gao’s look that was meaningful.
After Pei Yan sat down, the way most of the class looked at him had changed.
She couldn’t tell if it was good or bad, but it was at least many times more comfortable than before.
During the ten-minute class break, Jiang Shuyao packed up her textbooks ready to leave, "Next class I’ll sit at the front, it’s too dangerous next to you."
Pei Yan leaned back in his seat, carelessly, giving her a half-smiling, half-serious look.
"A good student afraid of danger?"
His languid voice made Jiang Shuyao feel sleepy, thinking it was a mistake to have entered from the back door in the first place.
Before leaving, she kindly warned, "Give Mr. Gao some respect, this isn’t Yunzhong, no one but me can tolerate your willful habits."
Pei Yan seemed receptive to the lesson, but his actions suggested otherwise.
He grabbed Jiang Shuyao’s wrist with his large hand and pulled her back to her seat.
"How much can you tolerate me?" Pei Yan asked as he opened his laptop.
The familiar black interface appeared and after running the code, a small window popped up after pressing the space bar.
He turned the screen towards Jiang Shuyao, "Three chances, win, and I’ll behave next class."
It was a simple single-player game, somewhat similar to Tetris.
Jiang Shuyao found it easy and quickly got into the groove with the left and right keys.
She smoothly passed the first three levels, but from the fourth level on, the shapes fell at double speed and some turned into bombs midway, directly resulting in game over if they hit.
After one play-through and mastering the skills, the second time around, Jiang Shuyao was significantly more comfortable.
In just a few minutes, as she neared the finish line, a sea of fire appeared ahead and, caught off guard, her game character plummeted into it.
On the third try, Jiang Shuyao took a deep breath, her eyes showing determination.
It turned out to be too naïve of her.
After dodging bombs and leaping over the sea of fire, successfully reaching the finish line, Jiang Shuyao’s smile had barely begun to show when the screen suddenly plunged into darkness, followed by two red bold letters popping up—Failed!
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