Bai Qian leaned lightly on the backrest and elegantly clicked on her phone with her right hand. She saw the link and key sent by the class teacher of Class 8. This link Jiang Fuli had just sent to her last time.

She glanced at it and forwarded the link and key to Tang Ming.

The three of them all added each other on WeChat last time.

There aren't many people on Bai Zian's WeChat, so it's easy to find him.

Tang Ming didn't see her operation. His phone vibrated twice but ignored it. He still urged Bai Qian, "Hurry up and register."

Bai Qian threw the phone back on the table with a "pop" sound, glanced at Tang Ming lightly, and softly uttered two words: "Shut up."

Tang Ming silently shut up and turned around.

In the lecture theater.

Someone hesitated for a long time, then stood up and asked Bai Zian, "Classmate Bai Zian, can you lend me your answer for one night?"

After saying that, the boy also felt a little embarrassed.

He had just queued up to watch Ren Wanxuan's app and sat next to Ren Wanxuan.

Ning Xiao was well-known as a loner in school, and he only dared to find Bai Zian, holding on to the slim hope that Bai Zian could show him the previous analysis.

Bai Zian didn't raise his head. He only gently held the analysis on the table between his index finger and thumb, handed it to the other party, and said in a calm tone: "Here you go, you don't have to pay it back."

The boy was stunned.

He thought Bai Qian would at least make a few mocking remarks, or give them answers to a few questions like Ren Wanxuan.

Unexpectedly, she didn't say anything.

"What?" Seeing that the person was still refusing to take it, Bai Qian raised his head slightly, squinting his dark eyes lightly and looking at him.

Her gaze was not that of Ren Wanxuan's condescending superiority.

She looked at it very calmly.

It was as if he was one of her soldiers who made mistakes and was tolerated and forgiven by her.

The boy suddenly came back to his senses, feeling ashamed of his previous groundless speculation, "It's nothing, thank you!"

"Well, study hard." Bai Zian withdrew his gaze and packed his things slowly.

Thinking about it, the remaining students who couldn't help themselves didn't expect Bai Zian to give them the answer so easily, so they could only look at the boy with envy.

The feeling in my heart is hard to describe.

Tang Ming also started to pack his things and turned on his phone to see who had sent him a message.

When I logged into WeChat, I saw Bai Qian’s repost.

"Sister," he looked back at Bai Qian, "Why did you forward this to me?"

He thought Bai Zian's hands were slippery.

Bai Zian zipped up his zipper, lowered his voice, and said casually: "I registered it for you."

"What?!" Tang Ming didn't react.

He thought he heard wrongly.

"...please keep your voice down," Bai Zian stood up, holding his backpack in one hand and holding his mobile phone in the other. He turned his face slightly to one side and lowered his voice again: "I said this quota will be given to you...get out first."

"Give me the admission quota at Jiangjing University?" Tang Ming was half surprised and two parts deliberate, "You said you wanted to give me the admission quota at Jiangjing University's preparatory camp?"

"Are you really going to give me your place in Jiangjing University Preparatory Camp?"

Bai Qian: "...?"

Tang Ming not only did not lower his voice...

He even repeated it three times!

Now, everyone in the lecture theater, including those sitting at the back, could hear clearly.

Even Chen Zhu, who was sitting there and wondering what he was thinking, heard it.
Chapter completed!