My aloof genius classmate suddenly gained the ability to read minds. During class, I stared at him in a daze. Ian is so handsome, I want to kiss him. He glared at me, flustered and annoyed. Behave, the teacher is right there. 1 During the math exam. One second I was lamenting that the questions were too hard and I couldn't do them. The next second, I heard the voice of the aloof genius, Ian, reciting the steps to solve the problem. I looked up in Ian's direction. He was sitting to my front right, sitting up straight, head slightly bowed, writing seriously. Draw PM perpendicular to the X-axis at point P. Since quadrilateral F1APQ is an isosceles trapezoid, therefore... choose A for this question. The exam room was quiet; you could hear a pin drop. But the clear and pleasant male voice in my ear was not an hallucination. Could it be! I gained the ability to read minds? I widened my eyes in surprise, suppressing my intense secret joy. As the treasure of our school, Ian has consistently topped the grade rankings for years and is seen by everyone as a prime candidate for Ivy League schools. So, if I just casually copy some of his answers, can I easily pass? Thinking of this, I rubbed my hands together, full of confidence. The math teacher, Mr. Gao, sitting on the podium, gave me a strange look. He told me before the exam that if I failed again, he would have to call my parents. Isn't this a way out of a desperate situation? I held my breath and focused, trying hard to listen to Ian's problem-solving steps, finding the right questions, and following along. The small questions at the beginning were fine, but I gradually couldn't keep up with the big questions later on. Because Ian spoke too fast. It seemed he didn't need to think; just a glance, and the answer popped into his mind. I lamented inwardly: Big brother, can you slow down a bit? Ian's hand writing paused. Suddenly, I heard: Idiot, can't even keep up with copying. Me: ??? Does he have mind-reading abilities too? 2 I listened intently, but heard nothing more. I thought maybe I was hallucinating. No time to dwell on this, I continued to follow Ian's steps. As I wrote, I looked back at the previous big question. Wait, something's wrong? Clearly, I stopped halfway through copying the last question, but I actually finished copying this one? I was a bit dumbfounded. I don't know why, but I felt Ian's speed seemed to have slowed down a lot. I suddenly remembered that sentence Idiot, can't even keep up with copying, and an absurd thought popped into my mind. He... couldn't be waiting for me, right? Hmm, a bit difficult. Ian touched his chin with his hand, looking like he was thinking seriously. I breathed a sigh of relief. So the questions were getting harder. No wonder his speed slowed down too. I smoothed out the test paper, looking left and right with satisfaction. Copying up to here should be enough; I can definitely pass. Mr. Gao won't have a reason to make me call my parents anymore. Soon, the results came out. Mr. Gao announced the scores in class. "Chloe Zhou, 97 points." Mr. Gao praised with a smile, "Not bad, just passed. Seems people need a push. Look how much potential you have?" The classmates laughed heartily. Some even jeered: "Teacher, you need to be harsher, maybe Chloe's math will improve rapidly." Mr. Gao pretended to realize suddenly: "Seems I was too kind before." I'm okay at everything, except math, never passed it before. Mr. Gao threatened to call my parents out of frustration. He thought I broke through the bottleneck in a desperate situation. But didn't know I cheated for the score. I scratched my head guiltily. Glancing around, I found Ian looking at me with a smile on his lips, as if he couldn't help laughing. I couldn't believe it. Is the aloof genius teasing me? In the blink of an eye, Ian returned to his normal state. As if the smile just now was my illusion. 3 After class, Mr. Gao called me to the office. She spread out mine and Ian's papers and asked with a smile: "How come you wrote these few questions exactly the same as Ian?" Oops! I actually forgot about this! Seeing me freeze, she quickly added: "Teacher doesn't mean to suspect you." I wanted to cry but had no tears. No need to suspect. I copied it. But I can't say I have mind-reading abilities. Otherwise, others would think I'm crazy. Thinking quickly, I made an excuse: "Ian taught me. I asked him about similar questions before." Mr. Gao looked like "I knew it". "Your relationship is quite good." I could only nod in agreement. Feeling guilty as hell inside. Ian has an aloof personality; I haven't seen anyone close to him in class. And I'm even more unrelated to him. Before I thought I escaped a disaster, Mr. Gao said again. "It seems Ian teaching you is more effective than me teaching you. "Since your relationship is not bad, you sit together from now on. "Learn well from him." I was petrified on the spot, trying hard to make Mr. Gao take back what he just said. But Mr. Gao refused with a smile: "Nothing bad about it, it's all for learning." I returned to the classroom with complex feelings. Thinking, karma comes so fast. I just said my relationship with Ian was okay, but sitting together, Ian completely ignored me. To prevent such a situation, I walked hesitantly to Ian's desk. "Ian..." Ian was writing math multiple-choice questions, filling in answers rapidly. Hearing my voice, he stopped and looked up at me. "Something up?" Looking into his eyes up close, my gaze focused on the small mole between his eyebrows. Stunned into speechlessness for a moment. Ian is overly good-looking, a mole between his eyebrows, cold and holy. Isn't this the flower on the high peak that makes people want to pull him down from the altar? Mm, want to pull. My thoughts went astray. Ian's ears turned red, he clenched his fist and coughed lightly. "What's wrong?" At the same time, I heard his inner voice— Help, can't handle it. 4 Just as I came back to my senses, hearing this made me want to retreat. Ian is indeed very aloof. He can't even stand me being around him for a few more seconds. Oh no! Ian thought, and reached out to fan himself. Why is it so hot today. Looking closely, fine beads of sweat were indeed appearing on his forehead. I breathed a sigh of relief instantly. So he wasn't talking about me. I pulled a tissue from my pocket and handed it to him ingratiatingly. "Ian, Mr. Gao wants me to sit with you. "Don't worry, I'm very quiet, I won't disturb you." I promised while clasping my hands in prayer. "Can you not refuse?" Ian took the tissue and hummed a flat "Mm". My eyes lit up, quickly praising him: "Ian, you're so nice." Back at my seat, I glanced at Ian again. Ian held the tissue I gave him but didn't wipe his sweat. Instead, he carefully put it in a bag. I felt Ian was even nicer. He clearly disliked me but didn't say it to my face. He didn't even directly refuse my tissue he didn't want, just quietly put it away to throw it out later privately. He really! I'm crying to death! "Ian, your teaching results are better than the teacher's." When changing seats, Mr. Gao teased: "Teach Chloe more when you have time." Although Ian didn't understand what Mr. Gao was saying, he nodded silently. I had a scare but no danger. Luckily Ian didn't ask about any teaching results. Otherwise, I would have been exposed. As for really letting Ian teach, I don't have the guts. Who doesn't know Ian likes quiet and doesn't like people troubling him. However, when I was racking my brains over a question, Ian actively asked: "Can I teach you?" I stared wide-eyed in shock. Such a good thing exists? "I..." Ian's eyes wandered, ears turning red, "I'm quite helpful." ? Are you talking about yourself?
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