I'm a senior in high school, and the Emperor Development System has arrived!

Chapter 48: They actually treated her like an experience point generator?
Tianjie Night Market.

Wang's Barbecue.

At the open-air stall, Wang Zhinian sat on his own red plastic chair, smiling as he spoke to Yu Xinyan:

"Xinyan, it's your birthday and you're still patronizing my business. I feel so bad."

Yu Xinyan took Wang Zhinian's hand and said with a smile:
"What birthday or not, it's just an excuse. They just wanted to get us together since we finished our exams today."

Yu Xinyan's gaze swept around the dining table. There were quite a few people at this gathering, about ten men and women in total.

Her gaze swept over Zhou Mo and Fei Chai's faces, finally settling on Yu Zhiran, her smile widening:

"Brother, don't you think so?"

Although Yu Xinyan's own grades were average, her brother consistently ranked second in the senior year of high school.

Of course, to put it nicely, you're second place; to put it bluntly, you're always second.

Even so, it still allows Yu Xinyan to proudly puff out her chest when she mentions her brother.

Yu Zhirang possessed a refined demeanor tinged with a touch of effeminacy. Looking at his sister's friends, he smiled slightly and said politely:

"Of course, it's rare for us to get together."

The meat skewers on the grill sizzled and dripped with oil, the aroma of cumin mixed with chili powder wafting in the night breeze.

Wang Zhinian would frequently get up to refill everyone's drinks, fulfilling his duty as a host.

As everyone chatted about recent gossip, she smiled and mentioned the recently released math scores:
"How did everyone do on the math test? Xinyan did exceptionally well this time, scoring over 100 points."

Yu Xinyan smiled slightly, a hint of pride in her smile.

Given the difficulty of this exam, a score of 100 in the regular class would be enough for her to be considered average in the elite class.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Mo and his ilk immediately began to flatter him:
"Xinyan is amazing! She's a genius!"

"Yeah, if it weren't for the fact that senior high school students aren't divided into classes now, this score would be enough to get into the elite class."

"..."

The elite class at No. 2 High School is quite good; getting into it guarantees admission to a top-tier university.

As for the top-performing classes, they are generally at the level of 211 or 985 universities.

In a small city like Guangya, being able to get into the top class means you're considered a top student.

Among those present was a top student from the honors class. All eyes were on Yu Zhirang, and someone asked curiously:
"What was Mr. Yu's score in math this time?"

"It's definitely not low. Anyone who gets into the top class is a genius."

"That's what we say, but we just want to be shocked for a moment."

"..."

Feeling the flattering gazes from all around, Yu Zhirang felt a little lightheaded.

He chuckled softly, adjusted his glasses, and said:

"It's not that high. I didn't perform well this time. I got 129, which is 34th in my class. It's embarrassing to say."

Upon hearing the score Yu Zhirang announced, everyone present was stunned:
"One point short of 130, is this President Yu's ability?"

"That's amazing, bro. I'm such a loser, I didn't even get half of the marks."

"With 34th place in the grade and two top classes in both arts and sciences, wouldn't Brother Yu's math skills rank him in the top 10 of his class?"

"..."

Class 1 of the senior year is an outstanding science class, while Class 2 is an outstanding humanities class.

Although it's an honors class, their math and science skills are definitely much stronger than their humanities skills.

Therefore, Yu Zhirang smiled and corrected:

"Almost there, barely made it into fifth place in the class."

This statement garnered another wave of praise.

Sensing the atmosphere gradually warming up, Wang Zhinian poured Yu Zhiran a glass of cola and curiously asked Zhou Mo and Fei Chai:

"Didn't they say Chen Zhou's math skills improved by leaps and bounds? What was his score this time?"

Upon hearing Wang Zhinian's question, Zhou Mo and Fei Chai, who usually didn't get along, couldn't help but exchange a glance, their faces showing a hint of embarrassment.

Yu Zhirang only scored 129, and now he's publicly saying that Chen Zhou, who's in a regular class, scored 10 points higher than him—that's a huge embarrassment. Wang Zhinian, noticing their strange expressions, assumed Chen Zhou had done poorly on the test and they were too embarrassed to say it aloud.

Seeing this, Wang Zhinian's smile widened. After offering a few words of advice to the two, and seeing that they remained silent, she simply called a friend in Class 8:
"Hey Xiaoling, I have a question for you. How did Chen Zhou from your class do on his math test this time?"

It's good that you did poorly on the test; if you had done well, she wouldn't have made that phone call.

But after a few pleasantries, upon hearing the number Zhang Xiaoling stammered out, Wang Zhinian's smile suddenly froze, and she exclaimed in surprise:
"Seize the young master?"

"139!?"

Wang Zhinian opened her mouth, but no sound came out; only the night wind carried the singing from the distant KTV into her ears.

The flames on the barbecue grill suddenly shot up, making Yu Xinyan's eyes burn.

She was also shocked by the score.

It wasn't until Wang Zhinian heard the busy tone on her phone that she snapped out of her daze and looked at Zhou Mo and Fei Chai, saying blankly:

"Really? Chen Zhou got 139?"

Zhou Mo was also somewhat unable to accept it, but he still nodded and said:

"It was the homeroom teacher who reported it, but I don't really believe it. Do you think Chen Zhou is studying science and technology?"

When he said "going to the tech" (or "using technology"), he was obviously referring to buying answers online.

Yu Xinyan shook her head:
"This isn't the Golden Sun Joint Examination; the questions are all set by the school teachers themselves. Where would he buy the answers?"

"Xinyan, you're right too."

Zhou Mo frowned, gave a reply, and then fell silent.

Fei Chai unconsciously poked at the burnt potato slices with his chopsticks, thinking about how to start a conversation and fulfill Chen Zhou's request.

Yu Zhirang pushed up his glasses, his pupils behind the lenses slightly unfocused, and forced a smile as he said:
"139, I didn't expect there to be such a talent in your class? This score would rank second in Class 2."

"Second place?"

Yu Xinyan glanced at her brother in surprise, and suddenly had a concrete understanding of Chen Zhou's score.

Yu Zhirang nodded:

"Class Two, first place: 143, second place: 138."

Upon hearing this, everyone at the table fell silent, seemingly unable to accept that the guy who had been sitting with them chatting and joking last semester had suddenly transformed into a top student.

Yu Xinyan found it even more unacceptable.

She doesn't care who gets that score.

Chen Zhou is the only exception!

What does it feel like to watch your admirer drift away and then become dazzling?
Yu Xinyan dug her nails deep into her palms, her expression a mixture of resentment and regret.

But what did she do wrong?
Yu Xinyan admitted that she used to treat Chen Zhou like a sycophant and never really cared about him.

But if he suddenly undergoes gender reassignment surgery, is he without fault?
That's the kind of person who's indecisive.

What's the point of having it?

But when did Chen Zhou start to distance himself from him?
Yu Xinyan delved into her memories and slowly saw a bright and sunny morning, with Wang Zhinian applying nail polish to remind herself:
"Xinyan, don't be afraid of going too far. I think he really cares about you."

And her answer at the time was:

"What's the use of caring? Last week, the sports committee member from Class 2 gave me an SK-II set, and yesterday, that repeat student from Class 3 transferred 520 yuan to me directly."

"What about Chen Zhou? All he does is send these cheap breakfasts—but there are advantages to being such a sycophant, at least he's always there when you call."

Yu Xinyan suddenly remembered.

It seems that from that day on, Chen Zhou never brought her breakfast again.

Her expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Could it be that Chen Zhou, after hearing this conversation, turned his grief and indignation into motivation and studied diligently until now?
It must be, it must be.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain all of this.

Yu Xinyan was initially puzzled by Chen Zhou's change in attitude and his rapid improvement in grades.

But only now, with her teeth clenched, did she finally understand the cause and effect:
That damn Chen Zhou, he actually treated her like a baby with experience points?

(End of this chapter)