When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 208: A Type of People

"Everyone, please take your seats, answer your own questions, no looking around, and place your student ID on the top left corner for me to check later."

A quick scan showed that the multiple-choice questions were quite simple, and I had a basic impression of the three essay questions that followed.

Of course, it was just a vague impression.

Jiang Shuyao geared herself up and began to answer the questions.

She wasn’t aiming high, scoring eighty would be enough.

In terms of political and ideological comprehension, despite being a top scholar, she truly found herself in a tight spot.

Time flew by, and as Jiang Shuyao finished reading the first discussion question, she inadvertently glanced to the side and her eyes widened slightly.

What on earth was he doing?

Sleeping!

Even if you’re resigned to failure, you should at least guess a few answers.

Suddenly, Jiang Shuyao realized, he couldn’t be planning to wait for her to finish and then...

At least she felt a tiny bit comforted and superior.

Only, cheating wasn’t exactly her forte.

What to do? Better wake him up first.

The biggest advantage of sitting next to someone was that a single kick could solve the problem.

Pei Yan was kicked awake by her, but his eyes only opened halfway.

He wasn’t foolish enough to look at her. After pondering for two seconds, he folded his test paper neatly, pressed a corner with his index finger, and gave it a light flick. The paper slid over to Jiang Shuyao with precision.

?!?!

Jiang Shuyao’s eyes were even wider than before.

That’s going too far.

She hadn’t finished yet; she didn’t have time to help him cheat.

Such laziness.

Jiang Shuyao exhaled and shifted her gaze to the test paper next to her, then froze.

You wouldn’t know unless you looked, but upon looking...her scalp exploded.

The guy had already finished!

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

But the harsh reality was right in front of her.

Wait a minute, what did he mean by that?

So he wanted her to copy his answers?

Ha~

Her pride deeply wounded, Jiang Shuyao was no longer as calm as she was at the start.

She admitted memorization wasn’t her strong suit, but she wasn’t desperate enough to cheat and copy answers.

Besides, dare she copy his answers?

Jiang Shuyao glanced at the invigilator and her fingers trembled slightly. Emulating the other person’s move, she flicked the test paper back.

Naturally lacking the slick skills, her control of force was poor, and the paper glided across the desk and landed in the aisle.

The faint noise didn’t escape the invigilator’s notice.

Footsteps approached, and Jiang Shuyao’s palms began to sweat profusely.

Before the invigilator reached the battlefield, Pei Yan lazily bent down to pick up the paper and put it in place.

"There’s only half an hour left in the exam, everyone hurry up and focus on your own work, no wishful thinking."

It was as if he was invisibly warning the two of them to keep it together, I’m watching you.

Whether or not the invigilator meant it that way, Jiang Shuyao certainly took it so.

Half an hour.

She closed her eyes, only to find her mind a complete blank.

After being interrupted, the little train of thought she had for the essay questions was now completely gone.

As if by an unspoken understanding, that test paper reappeared in her line of sight after a few despondent seconds.

The timing couldn’t be better. The invigilator stood by the window admiring the view, obscured by the curtains, and Jiang Shuyao was seated by the wall, perfectly shielded.

The test paper wasn’t thick; a light press was all it took to reveal the black characters beneath.

After seeing the first glimpse, she was stunned.

The next moment, she learned a lesson.

God had already predetermined how many marks you would score; last-minute cramming or cheating, it was all in vain.

This was the most agonizing exam Jiang Shuyao had ever endured in her life.

As they left the examination room, Pei Yan draped a large hand over her shoulder and casually asked, "Why didn’t you copy, looking down on me?"

Jiang Shuyao’s steps faltered, she turned to look at him and said seriously, "I didn’t need to risk it for just thirty points."

Wow.

"Princess sure has guts, not even caring about those thirty points."

What else could she do.

She could guarantee an accuracy rate of over ninety percent for the multiple-choice questions, and as long as she didn’t fail, that was fine. As for the last three essay questions.

Jiang Shuyao was too drained to complain.

With his handwriting that seemed to have been attacked by a tempest, it would probably take at least half an hour just to understand what was written.

The expenses had far exceeded the income. It was a losing deal, not worth it.

But she was curious, "You seem quite skilled at this. Have you done this sort of thing often before?"

Pei Yan exhaled smoke leisurely, "No, it’s my first time."

The girl looked unconvinced.

He gazed straight ahead and said indifferently, "Don’t be so surprised. Men tend to be self-taught in many things."

...You might as well keep your mouth shut.

Arriving at the base, Pei Yan took out his keys to unlock the door.

After entering, he locked the door behind them.

Jiang Shuyao pretended not to notice and walked straight to her workstation to pick up a cup and get some water.

She appeared especially calm because she knew what was going to happen next.

The conversation that was interrupted before the exam was bound to be brought up again.

Pei Yan grabbed a bottle of mineral water beside the computer and gulped down most of it in one go.

After finishing the water, he leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the desk twice, "Princess, come sit down. Let’s talk this out."

There was still another exam in the afternoon, and Jiang Shuyao didn’t feel like starting up her computer.

She walked over to him slowly and looked down.

"I’ll just stand, my back hurts."

In truth, she just wanted to dominate the situation.

However, the scene looked more and more like an elder lecturing someone.

Pei Yan chuckled softly and patted his thigh, "Sit here, I’ll give you a massage."

"No thanks, I’ll stand."

"Come here."

"..."

She didn’t expect that they would discuss Zhong Yuan’s matter in such a posture.

When Jiang Shuyao was silent, she was quiet and obedient, which also had an effect of calming a man’s restless heart.

Of course, ever since that night at the hotel, Pei Yan had no intention of being forceful again.

He embraced her and got straight to the point, "Did you go to the rooftop again last night to mess around with someone?"

Jiang Shuyao frowned, "What do you mean by ’mess around’? Mind your language."

Silence ensued behind her.

That warm breath gradually spread to the tip of her ear, heavy and slow.

"You said you could see my shadow in that woman’s form," Pei Yan’s voice was fierce as he buried his head in her neckline, "because we’re the same kind of people."

He tightened his grip on the girl’s waist, "Princess, meeting me in your life is enough. There can’t be a second one."

Jiang Shuyao’s body stiffened.

What did it mean by the same kind of people?

She didn’t know what his words specifically referred to.

"Have you investigated Zhong Yuan?"

"Yes."

Pei Yan’s tone returned to normal, or rather, it had become slightly colder than before.

However, Jiang Shuyao still didn’t quite understand. Even if they were the same kind of people, why couldn’t she associate with him?

While she was pondering, her head was knocked lightly by him.

"Don’t zone out."

"I’m not zoning out."

Pei Yan held her closer, "Just keep your distance from that woman, understand?"

Jiang Shuyao pursed her lips, "The reason you just gave isn’t enough to convince me."

"You’re still young and too naive; there are things you don’t understand."

"Am I naive? I know too much, don’t underestimate me."

Silence fell again behind her.

After a while, she heard his teasing low voice, "So, Princess, were you playing dumb before?"

Ugh.

"Alright, looks like I’ve misjudged."

"..."