Chapter 1 — Going Through Books, Being Stupid, Still Studying Mind-Reading Gods

A transfer student solved an Olympic math problem on the board, the whole class marveled in amazement, praising her as a teenage genius. I collapsed on the table to catch up on sleep, my eyelids not even lifting, mumbling in my heart:

"Choose C for this question, the subline is drawn wrong, sister. Just look at it and learn it by rote. The whole assignment looks like you filled it in with your feet."

The genius student Giang Tu - who always gets a perfect score - the tip of his pen suddenly punctured the question paper. I turned over and changed my sleeping position, continuing to mumble in my heart:

"This guy who studies the gods is not good at all, he makes such a simple mistake, but he still can't see it? Nowadays, even studying at a doctor's office is a mistake. It would be more realistic if I went to learn to drive an excavator in Lam Tuong."

I was transported into a sweet school storybook, becoming a stupid classmate who only knew how to sleep. According to the plot, Giang Tu will be attracted by the intelligence of the female transfer student. But I don't understand why this guy keeps stopping me after class, insisting on hearing me explain the so-called "Lam Tuong excavator operating principles" in my head?

01

“Lin Hi.”

Giang Tu called my name. I rubbed my eyes and pretended to be confused: "Is there something wrong with Giang's friend? Don't worry about borrowing money, don't think about selling your body." Giang Tu bent down, those beautiful eyes staring at me. The distance was so close that I could count each of his eyelashes. I was panicking inside:

"Brother, please step back a bit, I'm afraid that transfer student To Nha will kill me with her eyes. With your eyes now, it's like you want to eat someone's flesh? Don't tell me you found out I stole chocolate from your desk drawer, okay?"

The corner of Giang Tu's mouth twitched. He took a deep breath, as if trying to control something.

“Don't have to borrow money.”

“So what?”

“I want to listen.”

Giang Tu's fingers tapped on the table, his voice was low.

“What is the operating principle of Lam Tuong excavator, specifically, 'reality'?”

My head felt like it was exploding. Huh??? I didn't say anything just now, did I? Absolutely do not open your mouth yet! I looked at him with panicked eyes. Thousands of lines of text bullets shot out in my head:

"This guy can read other people's minds? It's impossible, after 1949 it was forbidden to talk about things like that! Or am I talking in my sleep? I'm done, my image of cold deism has collapsed, and I'm still passionate about excavators, this plot is so wrong!"

Giang Tu's face became even darker. He gritted his teeth:

“It's not sleep-talking, nor is it a dream.

Now, tell me where that side line is drawn wrong. I swallowed hard. This plot... is so broken that even my biological mother can't recognize it. At this moment, To Nha stepped forward. In her hand she held the question paper she had just solved, with a perfect smile on her face.

"Giang Tu, wasn't my solution just now perfect? Even the teacher praised me."

She deliberately ignored me, even slightly leaning towards Giang Tu as if wanting to be more intimate. A typical example is the innocent imitation of "green tea". I silently rolled my eyes:

"Perfect monkey, right from the beginning, I was wrong, reluctant to piece together the answer. I can only fool high school students who have never seen life. If Giang Tu dares to praise you, I will livestream washing my hair by doing a handstand."

Giang Tu didn't even glance at To Nha. He stared at me, suddenly opened his mouth:

“Now I was wrong from the start, so I reluctantly figured out the answer.”

To Nha's smile stiffened on her face. I rolled my eyes. This line... sounds familiar? Giang Tu turned his head and coldly glanced at To Nha:

“Are you worthy of being a genius? Go back and retake middle school geometry.”

After speaking, he grabbed my hand and dragged me away.

“Come here.”

To Nha stood frozen in place, her face sometimes red, sometimes white, with tears in her eyes. The whole class was in an uproar. I was pulled out of class by Giang Tu, screaming in my heart:

“It's over, my salty fish life is really over. This guy has definitely hacked, I'm about to be sent to be dissected and researched!”

Giang Tu suddenly stopped walking and turned to look at me:

“Do you dare curse me in your heart one more time?”

02

End of hallway, dead corner. Giang Tu stopped me at a corner of the wall. This position... is unbearably shady. I didn't know but I thought he was "kabe-don" me (putting his hands on the wall to surround himself). But I know, this is interrogation.

“Start talking.”

Giang Tu put his hands in his pockets and looked down from above. I twitched my neck and pretended to be dead: “What are you talking about? Giang, I'm just a bad student, I always rank last in the class in exams. Just now, those excavators or something, I just made it up." Inside, I was screaming madly: 「Speak to his head! This lady in her past life was a student in Thanh Hoa's gifted class, okay? With trivial problems like this, I took a glance and found the answer. But if I say it, I have to take the exam for excellent students and have to get into a fight, right? I just want to sleep!」 Giang Tu's eyebrows raised slightly. He took a step forward, his breath fanning across my face.

“Tsinghua Gifted Class?”

My heart stopped beating. This guy… really sounded in my head!! It's so clear!! Mind reading is definitely possible! I immediately held my breath, trying to clear my head. As long as I don't think anything, he won't hear! One sheep, two sheep, three sheep... Giang Tu smiled coldly: "Stop counting sheep. I am neither blind nor deaf.” He took out his phone and opened a difficult physics exercise.

“Look at this sentence.”