If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

Xiao Pang spent the entire winter break with Lu Yao, and his English listening and speaking skills have improved dramatically. At least in listening, where he used to consistently lose points, he can now handle it with ease.

But when it comes to language, even if Old Lu were to take Little Fatty's English test now, he wouldn't score higher than the bookworm. It's a simple principle. Look at me, the author, I speak Heilongjiang Mandarin pretty well, right? But I can't even distinguish between "de," "di," and "de," let alone subject, verb, object, attributive, adverbial, and complement.

Therefore, if Xiaopang's English is to reach a level where he doesn't hold others back, he still has a long way to go in terms of grammar and vocabulary, but that's already the final step.

So when the new semester started, Little Fatty still humbly nudged Fang Zhu back and said, "Old Pig, I'm okay at math, and you're so good at English. How about we help each other and improve together?"

When social butterfly Chen Xinyu (the class monitor) came to chat with Xiao Pang after class, she would always push Fang Zhu away and say, "Go away, you idiot." Fang Zhu never got angry; he would just get up with a straight face and go to read a book.

In addition, Fang Zhu had also taken the initiative to teach Xiao Pang English, so Xiao Pang felt that Fang Zhu was a person with a cold exterior but a warm interior, and could be considered a classmate friend. So he also called him "Old Pig" in a familiar way, and Fang Zhu did not get angry.

In short, Little Fatty believed that his diplomatic relations with this only neighboring country were decent.

As for saying that he's okay at math, Little Fatty is being modest. His math is simply amazing. He got 117 out of 120 points. The remaining 3 points weren't because he didn't know how to do them, but because he didn't attempt them.

Because he didn't know a simple way to score those three points, the "clever fat" figured that spending half an hour proving those three points was obviously less cost-effective than checking the previous parts. As it turned out, the "clever fat" was too clever for his own good. After checking, he found that the previous parts were correct, but unfortunately, he missed a great opportunity to become an overnight sensation.

"Hmm... if I'm not busy," the bookworm felt a bit cheated. He was indeed not as good as the blonde girl in math, but he could still consistently score between 100 and 110. This time, she only scored 10 points higher than him; however, he scored 40 or 50 points higher than the girl in English!

Little Fatty interpreted this as a successful collaboration and was very excited. He clenched his little fist and said with a beaming smile, "Old Pig, let's work together and make it into the top class!"

"Okay, keep it up," the bookworm said, turning back to study.

The bookworm was very conflicted. The problem was that the school could indeed transfer high-achieving students to the honors class, but that was based on a combination of grades and rankings. The little girl posed such a huge threat to his ranking. Did he really want to help her continue to improve?

If I don't help, the little girl is so generous and lovely, and she used to explain things to him very patiently; if I do help, what if the apprentice surpasses the master in teaching?

Little Fatty had no idea that this seemingly honest bookworm had so many cunning schemes; this is the difference between a person's vision and their goals.

The bookworm's goal was still to maintain his position as the top student in his class; the ambitious fat girl, on the other hand, aspired to attend Peking University and aimed for the top ten in the entire school, so he never imagined that he and the bookworm were in competition.

It's all because the ambitious fat guy asked too many questions. The bookworm barely tolerated it the first couple of times, giving some reluctant and casual pointers. But the third time, he finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "You keep asking me questions, don't I have to study too?"

The loud noise drew everyone's attention.

Little Fatty was stunned: "Didn't we agree..."

The bookworm finally spoke, venting his frustration: "Who told you we had a date? Didn't I say I had time? You keep asking and asking, how could I possibly have that much time?"

Well, what he said makes a lot of sense. I was too rash. I thought everyone in the world was like Brother Tianyi. It seems that Tianyi is really good to me. No matter when I ask him a question, he is always so patient and never gets annoyed.

Little Fatty understood the love between Tianyi and his heart was filled with sweetness. He didn't care about the bookworm's attitude. He had just spoken too intimately with him. So he smiled and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I disturbed you. I won't do it again next time."

The bookworm didn't dare look at the chubby boy and went back to studying with his head down.