I'm A Math Idiot, So What? - Chapter 7

In my past life, I must have saved the Milky Way.

Or perhaps heaven recognized my noble quality of being helpful and charitable, and thus decided to reward me greatly on the spot.

I merely tapped him casually, just like knocking on a watermelon, and somehow, I met someone like a fresh, juicy, sweet, and crisp watermelon?

This guy is just too handsome, isn’t he? Look at that fair, delicate face, as if it could break with a breath, beneath the thick, dark eyebrows and eyelashes. His eyes, just waking up, appear misty like a bamboo forest after rain, and with each blink, seem like raindrops gently falling in a breeze.

“Regret having few books when you need them.” When it came time to praise, I realized I was a lackluster writer.

Simply put, he has the perfect first-love face seen in a thousand teen idol dramas.

How was I so favored by the heavens to unwittingly perform such an act straight out of a romance novel scenario?

The plot should probably develop like this:

After receiving my help, he’ll undoubtedly be grateful. To thank me for the sheet of answers, he invites me to a meal. While eating, we, as fellow underachievers, find endless common topics. I speak eloquently and brilliantly. He sees through appearances to essence, discovering that beneath my ordinary looks lies a very vibrant—scratch that—interesting mind. We agree to help each other in future classes. He gradually gets used to my presence. On one occasion, when I can’t attend class due to illness, he feels boredom and unrest, only then realizing that through the extended, detailed companionship, he has already fallen in love with me!

“Give me a lever long enough, and I can lift the whole earth full of handsome guys.”

In my mental theater.

Although I am ambitious, aiming to lift the entire world of handsome men, unfortunately, finding a three-legged one is hard enough, let alone a two-legged handsome guy.

Especially since Changning University, as part of the ten-school alliance, is a wasteland for handsome men. The quality of campus heartthrobs is so dismal that it can only compete with today’s indescribable Hong Kong TV beauty pageants.

In various student-held competitions among universities, such as top ten worst dining halls, ten most terrifying campus legends, and ten most feared professors, Changning University, due to its pure science and engineering pedigree, never tops the gossip or entertainment categories, except for the top ten ugliest male students. Changning University has emerged prominently on this list, and since its inception, has regularly secured a spot. So when Changning girls attend cross-school gatherings and reveal their school affiliation, they receive special treatment, which elicits infinite sighs.

Yet the person in front of me, with his exceedingly sophisticated looks, seems to have an invisible dimension wall around him, like a deity with a halo, coming to rescue Changning girls from distress.

I hadn’t seen such a person at school before, so I guessed there’s a good chance he’s a new student this year.Hehe, big sister is here.

I suppressed the automatic playback in my brain of the song “Who brought you to my side~,” and with a touch of girlish shyness, I blinked at him.

In my imagination, I should have been quite gentle and charming, like the slow-motion meeting of male and female leads arranged by fate—a very classic, very heart-stirring scene.

Look, he’s staring at me continuously, with his expression moving from sleepy to shocked, to looking up in disbelief at the sky, and finally, looking deeply at me. Rounded up, it’s basically love at first sight.

He slowly sat up straight, his bright black eyes glanced at the answer sheet on the table, and asked me, “What’s this?”

His voice was like pearls falling onto a jade plate, completely different from my clumsy muddy-like voice.

“It’s a professor’s pop quiz. You fell asleep and haven’t had the chance to write anything, right? Hurry up and copy,” I explained considerately.

He paused for a moment, tapped his finger on the table, and said, “Well, thank you.”

I replied, “You’re welcome.”

He asked, “Do you have a pen?”

This kid came unprepared, didn’t even bring the tools for the deed? How unprofessional.

Sobbing, big sister will give you her favorite carrot pen.

He took it, then hesitantly asked, “Do you have paper?”

I didn’t think it through. Since he didn’t have a pen, he surely wouldn’t have paper. How could I let a handsome guy be troubled? I took some sheets out of my binder and handed them to him.

No worries if he doesn’t use them all; he can use them later to write me love letters.

He very politely took the paper with both hands and asked, “Do you have a mirror?”

“Yes.” Hmm? Why do you need a mirror to copy? Oh, I smiled, indeed a fellow in the same trade. Back when I was copying, I’d also hold a mirror to watch the classroom’s back door in case the professor snuck up behind us.As I pulled out the mirror, I chuckled. There’s no way Professor Fang would come in through the back door, would he? The water fountain is closer to the main entrance. Though, it’s understandable that a freshman might not be familiar with the layout of the classroom.

Everyone has their own preferences for cheating. Since he asked for a mirror, I gave it to him. Better safe than sorry, and it would put him at ease.

I handed him the mirror, but he pushed it back, smiling as he said, “The mirror is for you.”

Confused, I held it up and took a look.

In the small, round mirror, I saw the bright red words “Do Not” on my left cheek and “Sleep” on my right, just like having “Down with the Qing” and “Restore the Ming” tattooed on your feet. When viewed together, they make an even more impressive statement.

Farewell.