Liao Nan is notoriously hot-tempered, and naturally, the dishes he makes also reflect his temper with a stronger taste.

But it is flavorful and very delicious.

Gu Yan picked up a chopstickful of Mapo tofu and stuffed it into his mouth, then turned his head to glance at Liao Nan, who was untying her apron at the entrance of the kitchen.

Perhaps it was due to the soft lighting, but at this moment, Liao Nan'an was quietly lowering his eyelashes, giving off a slightly obedient appearance.

Gu Yan's hand itched a little, to be honest, he really wanted to ruffle Liao Nan's soft hair.

Probably going to die.

His slender fingers slowly curled up and then formed a fist, which he restrained and politely placed on the table.

Gu Yan picked up another piece of tofu with his chopsticks, thinking that he would probably never forget this taste for the next hundred years.

Spicy enough.

Liao Nan sat down opposite him and lowered his head, eating his meal without paying any attention to anyone else.

Gu Yan casually asked, "Did you not eat before?"

"Liao Nan paused for a moment before saying, 'I've eaten, not much though... I had my own cooked meal. Do you have any objections?'"

"No," Gu Yan shook his head. He had long known that this brat was prickly all over and had a bad temper. Seeing that his mood was clearly off, he wasn't going to blatantly provoke him.

The two of them silently ate their meal, and the atmosphere at the dining table suddenly turned chilly.

Gu Yan looked up and sneaked a glance at Liao Nan. The little brat was silently eating white rice, and whether it was due to the lighting or something else, his expression was immersed in shadows. Gu Yan couldn't see it clearly, but he could only see Liao Nan picking up a piece of tofu with his chopsticks and slowly bringing it to his mouth.

And then, unexpectedly, a tear dropped down without any warning.

It must be tears. Gu Yan squinted his eyes and stared at Liao Nan's face, which was clean and devoid of anything. However, Gu Yan would not mistake that fleeting drop of water.

This...was...spicy?

Liao Nan places great importance on his reputation. If he were to find out that he had been brought to tears by the spiciness, he would probably be infuriated and instantly blacklist the person responsible.

Gu Yanyi hesitated for a moment and decided to take the initiative to start the conversation: "The class division exam... Are you ready?"

Liao Nan remained silent for a moment before saying, "Academic achiever, you should worry about yourself instead. It's quite arrogant to be looking at a complete guide to home-cooked dishes the day before the exam."

Gu Yan leisurely pushed up the golden-rimmed glasses resting on his prominent nose, giving off an air of cultivated debauchery.

"Snobbish scum," calmly said, "I've been reading it regularly, so I don't feel like reading it today."

Look, is this something that a human would say?

Liao Nanci gave him a contemptuous glance.

The water shimmered, like beautiful glass beads. Caught off guard by this gaze from Gu Yan, her heartbeat seemed to slow down for a moment.

His face felt a bit burnt, was it because the tofu was too spicy?

Gu Yan calmed down and took the initiative to extend an olive branch: "How about I help you review?"

"No, get lost."

I was coldly rejected...

With no grains of rice left in his bowl, Liao Nan stopped using his chopsticks and stood up. He carried his bowl and chopsticks and turned toward the kitchen.

Are you ready?

This is simply nonsense.

The difficulty of those exam papers is insignificant to him. If it weren't for the inexplicable rebelliousness deep within his bones, he could guarantee that he would rank within the top 10 of the grade in every exam.

But now he was feeling a little fed up.

Being a fake underachiever is not a big deal.

The first time he received a blank exam paper may have been somewhat novel, but after so many exams, he had long since found it extremely boring.

Both the classroom environment and the indifferent gazes of outsiders were extremely dull.

Since that's the case, let's change the game and write something random.

The gifted class must be much more interesting than the current trash class.

He was somewhat curious about the expressions of those top students when they saw him.

It must be... very exciting.

Gu Yan watched the figure of Liao Nan in the kitchen, feeling a bit worried. Liao Nan's habit of not writing exams has been widely spread throughout No.1 Middle School.

The hand holding the chopsticks was so tightly clenched that it turned pale. Gu Yan closed his eyes, feeling a mix of sentiment and disappointment.

The source of that inexplicable sense of loss, where did it come from? He himself is not sure.

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The solemn sound of the exam bell shattered the silence that engulfed the entire campus. As a first-year student, Liao Nan was naturally assigned to the worst class, Class 16 - which happened to be his own class.

He glanced around and found a number of unfamiliar faces.

Indeed, not everyone in Class 16 is considered irredeemable trash. There are a few who desperately seek to escape and be considered recyclable.

Those absent faces, this time could be in Class 15, or maybe Class 14.

With my left hand supporting my cheek, I twirl my pen with my right hand. The Adam's apple in my throat makes a slight movement as the pen swiftly spins on my fingertip, transforming into an indistinct blur of white streaks.

Due to sitting in the back row, I had a clear view of the entire class. In today's serious class placement test, it was not uncommon to see some people still playing with their phones.

Liao Nan lowered his eyelashes, and the moving pen abruptly stopped, being held firmly in his hand.

The teacher entered, holding a paper bag and her gaze sharply hidden behind glasses. Her voice was high-pitched and thin, causing people to unconsciously straighten their posture.

Take away all the phones, don't you know there's an exam?

"Not surprising that they're the last-ranked class in their grade, so oblivious."

Liao Nan raised his head and squinted at the teacher's eyes with an indiscernible meaning, exuding a bit of dissatisfaction.

This teacher...