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Zhang Zhengliang was silent when he received the registration form. He looked at the registration form in his hand in disbelief, "This... Wen Yanlin wants to register?"

There was only one person who signed up on the form, and that was the "wild" publicity ambassador of the English Speaking Competition - Wen Yanlin.

Jiang Wangshu nodded and said nonsense seriously: "Well, classmate Wen Yanlin has been telling me that this competition is very helpful for improving one's abilities, so I plan to participate."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhengliang's mouth twitched, "Uh..."

He believed that Jiang Wangshu could improve himself, but Wen Yanlin was always ranked last. However, with Jiang Wangshu as an example, Zhang Zhengliang thought that she had motivated the class to study more actively, and there might be a surprise.

"Okay, okay, that's it. I'll go hand in the registration form to the grade group now. Thank you for your hard work."

"fine."

Jiang Wangshu walked out of the office with a rare sly smile.

Go work on your charisma, idiot.

……

Wen Yanlin took a leave today, so Jiang Wangshu felt that his ears were quiet. Hua Tingjue widened his eyes when he saw the registration notice, and he quickly ran back to the classroom.

"Did Linzi really sign up?"

"correct."

Hua Tingjue frowned in disbelief, and hesitated to speak, "No way, his spoken English..."

"Oh, by the way, do you have study notes?"

Hearing him asking about study notes, Jiang Wangshu was suspicious, "What are you going to do?"

"Lend it to me for study." After rejecting Xue Jiayi's study notes, Hua Tingjue planned to ask Jiang Wangshu for a copy. He heard that the thing was really useful and some people even sold it in the market.

Jiang Wangshu decisively refused and stabbed him in the heart. She explained calmly: "You don't understand mine."

The hurt Hua Tingjue had a heart attack and shouted unwillingly: "Why? You underestimate me. I am no longer the last one. I have improved."

Helplessly, Jiang Wangshu took out the notebook from the drawer and put it in his hand, "Here, take a look for yourself."

Hua Tingjue snorted proudly and began to look through her study notes. As he flipped through them, his eyes gradually changed. It only took him half a minute to go from confident to confused.

Puzzled, he asked Jiang Wangshu, "Series, double integrals, what are these? The textbook doesn't say we need to learn this, right?"

Jiang Wangshu: "This is the content of advanced mathematics in college."

Hua Tingjue's hands froze as he was turning the pages of the book, and he quickly returned the notebook to her intact. Wasn't this just asking for humiliation and getting slapped in the face?

"Oh, okay." He sighed and lay on the desk motionless.

……

Wen Yanlin, who took a day off and returned to school, always felt that many eyes were on him along the way. He adjusted his collar elegantly. He was indeed so fashionable and handsome that his classmates were all awed by his fashion charm.

Have a vision!

But he didn't expect that people he knew on the road would make eyes at him and tease him jokingly.

"Brother Lin, are you going to make a comeback? Congratulations!"

Wen Yanlin was confused, "Huh?"

The people around him echoed, "Linzi, you are immoral. You are doing something big behind our backs."

Huh? Now everyone knows that he was the one who persuaded Jiang Wangshu to participate in the competition? Wen Yanlin secretly rejoiced and waved his hand modestly, "Oh, it's just a small matter."

Someone passing by patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, Brother Lin."

He didn't care and just said, "Okay, thanks, brother."

He was still smiling and in high spirits. When he entered the room and met Hua Tingjue's smiling eyes, he raised his eyebrows and clapped his hands in praise: "Amazing, Linzi, you really impressed me!"

"No big deal. Don't be too obsessed with me." Wen Yanlin didn't understand what was going on. He wiped his hair with his hands handsomely and sat down in a daze.

Even Jiang Wangshu turned around and said "congratulations" to him for the first time.

Wen Yanlin said stupidly, "Hey, I should congratulate you."

Jiang Wangshu looked at him quietly, smiling but not answering.

It was not until someone brought Wen Yanlin a detailed rule book for the English Speaking Competition that a terrifying howl was heard from the international class.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Who the hell signed me up?"

"I'm going to kill him!"

"What a damned bastard!"

"are you crazy!"

Wen Yanlin’s voice was hoarse, and all the students in the international class covered their ears. He screamed in disbelief. He was really going crazy. Who is so wicked!!!

Hua Tingjue was just about to comfort him, but he inadvertently caught a smirk that flashed across Jiang Wangshu's face, and he suddenly realized what was going on.

So she was the one who signed up Linzi?

He pursed his lips to hide the smile, but he was secretly happy in his heart. He had told them a long time ago not to mess with Jiang Wangshu, but they all didn't believe him. Now he is suffering the consequences.

But as a brother, Hua Tingjue stood up and comforted him out of loyalty: "Hahaha... Linzi, don't... hahaha, don't be angry, this is a good opportunity, a good opportunity to train yourself." He couldn't help laughing while comforting him.

Wen Yanlin felt so wronged that he said unhappily, "Brother Jue, do you want this good opportunity?"

Hua Tingjue refused without hesitation: "I don't want it."

Looking at the notice in front of him, Wen Yanlin wanted to die. Lin Han, Yao Jingshu, Xue Jiayi... a group of top students were present, and he was the only one in the international class, which meant that he had to compete with these people in spoken English.

It’s over.

……

Upon learning that Wen Yanlin had registered, Zheng Tianlang was so angry that he rushed straight from the classroom to the international class and dragged Wen Yanlin out.

"Didn't I ask you to persuade Jiang Wangshu to sign up? Why did you sign up for yourself?" Zheng Tianlang knew that Wen Yanlin was usually narcissistic, and he really thought he was trying to attract attention. He cursed with a heart attack: "Even narcissism needs to be chosen in the right occasion, you kid!"

Wen Yanlin pouted and said aggrievedly again, "I didn't..."

"How did you sign up if you don't have it?"

"How do I know?"

Song Yian expressed his guess: "That's the name Jiang Wangshu signed you up for."

"Jiang Wangshu?"

"Her again?!"

The English accent competition must first be selected within the school, and only the winners after competition between classes will be eligible to participate in the national competition.

Wen Yanlin represented the international class in the competition with other classes, but he was the worst in oral English among the international class. It is not shameful to lose when the worst is compared with the best, and there is nothing glorious about winning.

Song Yian suddenly realized, "She is playing Tian Ji horse racing."

"What do you mean?" Wen Yanlin was illiterate and didn't understand.

Zheng Tianlang also looked at him.

"It means you are a low-class horse."

Wen Yanlin: “…”

Hold.

Silence, great silence.

He will never believe anyone's lies again!

Zheng Tianlang had a headache, "Just let it go this time? Zhong Min's idea isn't very good!"

Song Yian reminded him, "Don't have any contact with Zhong Min. We want Ajue to be sober. There's no need to get involved with her."

"I understand." Zheng Tianlang nodded.

Jiang Wangshu felt that he was born to be an undercover agent.

She just came out to read but always managed to 'accidentally' overhear other people's conversations. This time, she happened to hear the three of them chatting on the rooftop.

No wonder these people wanted to trick her into participating in the competition, to break up her and Hua Tingjue? How could they break up when they weren't even together? But in this case, it wasn't too unfair for her to sign up for Wen Yanlin, it was all his own fault.

But she was somewhat surprised. It was Zhong Min again? It seemed that she was not cruel enough last time.

……

As the class teacher, Zhang Zhengliang naturally had to go through the motions, "Student Wen Yanlin is going to represent our class in the competition, let's all applaud and cheer for him."

There were two claps, and in the eerie silence, Jiang Wangshu took the lead. Everyone looked at her, and then sparse applause rang out amidst laughter.

"Lin Zi, rush!"

"Our class's reputation depends on you!"

"Defeating the gold medal class is just around the corner!"

“Hahahahaha fuck, come on Linzi.”

Wen Yanlin's teeth were almost broken as he stared at the back of Jiang Wangshu's head with hatred.

The classroom returned to silence. Zhang Zhengliang cleared his throat and said, "By the way, I have something else to announce today."