Chapter 195 Chasing Clouds
The first Monday in November came on the day of the beginning of winter.

The weather is very cold, and the maple leaves beside the campus path have turned gorgeous red. There is always a bleak wind and withered yellow grass. Under the red maple leaves are a group of young students wrapped in blue school uniforms. They walk forward side by side in groups of three or five, arm in arm, making people feel that the days seem to slow down in the growing youth.

Zhang Yunqi is very different.

When it was cold, he only liked to take naps, make strong tea, read books and make money. He had no interest in gambling, playing games, having dinner and dancing like his peers. But sometimes, during breaks, he would stroll around the campus with Ji Ling. Watching her holding a glass of juice, skipping briskly under the slowly falling maple leaves, her clear little face reflected in the water, and her delicate and neat short hair, he would feel that the increasingly withered world had become full of vitality.

Ji Ling seemed like she would never grow up. When she was bored, she would always smile and mess up Zhang Yunqi's hair, then run slowly in front of him.

The results of the midterm exam that ended last week are about to be announced. The atmosphere in the class is naturally tense. Students discuss their scores from morning to night and compare answers with each other. Many top students would be upset for a long time if they got a wrong answer. "I'm so fucking stupid! I got such a simple question wrong", "Fuck you, you didn't even calculate the answer correctly." Zhang Yunqi's ears were almost callused from hearing such words. Even Wang Xiaokai, who had no ideals in life, kept pulling Zhang Yunqi to compare answers and estimate scores.

Zhang Yunqi really had no interest in this thing.

The exam is over, what's the point?
It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, so why make yourself uncomfortable before the results come out?
On this day, the test papers of each subject were handed out one by one. Chu Jian always got the highest score in all six subjects, and she even got a perfect score of 150 in English. Everyone was used to it, and they didn't feel envious or jealous, probably because it was too far away.

On the other hand, Li Yufei, who sat at the same table with Chu Jian, also had very good grades in all subjects, and was definitely in the top ten in the class, but compared to Chu Jian, who was very likely to be in the top three in the school, she was still a little dwarfed. After the teachers of each subject handed out the test papers, Li Yufei would just stuff them into her desk, and would not discuss with her deskmate like other students. Chu Jian, on the other hand, just studied quietly by himself.

The most tense moment of the day was during the last self-study class. When our homeroom teacher, Wang Mingzhen, came to the classroom, everyone knew that the results would be announced. This was also the first battle after the second-year high school students were divided into different subjects. The results were about to be announced, and the classroom was as quiet as a tomb.

Wang Mingzhen stood on the podium, looking at the eyes staring at him, and said, "Sometimes I often feel that being a student of the No. 1 Middle School in the city is not necessarily a good thing, because everyone from top to bottom, from students to teachers to leaders to parents, attaches too much importance to grades. But we have to think about how much we have paid in our daily lives? What kind of efforts have we made? This is more important than the score. Here, I will only announce the total scores of individual students. For the rest, I will talk to them one by one in private."

This statement was applauded by a large group of students at the back of the classroom. Wang Mingzhen did not announce the grades of all students in class because he probably did not want to hurt the self-esteem of students with poor grades.

In fact, the living environment in the No. 1 Middle School is very relaxed. Generally speaking, teachers rarely interfere in students' lives, and they can have relatively full freedom. Compared with those closed schools with strict management, this place is definitely a paradise. But at the same time, the learning competition environment here is extremely cruel. Everything is based on grades. Students with poor grades are probably not loved by their grandmas or uncles. They are absolutely marginalized and it is easy for them to develop an inferiority complex. In addition, the school management is lax, and the game halls and video halls outside are indeed attractive. Once poor students give up on themselves, it is difficult for them to turn back.

Looking at the entire No. 1 Middle School in the city, Wang Mingzhen is indeed a good teacher with an independent way of thinking. At least he never judges whether a student is excellent or not based on his or her grades.

On the podium, Wang Mingzhen called out the names of several students, the last one was Zhang Yunqi. He held out the transcript to Zhang Yunqi and asked him to come up and take it. Then he smiled and said, "I think this is a good example, not just for the grades, although his grades are also excellent enough."

In fact, everyone understood what Wang Mingzhen meant, and applause broke out. Wang Xiaokai cheered the loudest. This little fool has always been proud of being Boss Zhang's number one lackey.

Chu Jian was also smiling, her little face blushing, and she really wanted to look back at Zhang Yunqi.

Li Yufei glanced at the expression she had just seen, and immediately turned her head towards the podium, a crack appearing on her red lips.

After the last self-study class, Zhang Yunqi still had things to do, so when the bell rang, he left the classroom alone in a very happy mood. Li Yufei, who was sitting in the front row of the classroom, wanted to find Zhang Yunqi for something. When she saw Zhang Yunqi leave so quickly, she immediately followed him with her pink schoolbag. However, when she reached the stairs, Zhang Yunqi had disappeared. He must have left.

Li Yufei's face showed a little annoyance.

Xiao Xuemei, who usually went home with her after school, saw this scene and rushed over to exclaim in amazement: "Yufei, are you chasing Zhang Yunqi?"

The air suddenly froze. When the students who came out of the classroom with their schoolbags on their backs heard this, their faces were filled with astonishment.

WTF? This is not a joke, is Li Yufei chasing Zhang Yunqi?!

Li Yufei blushed: "What nonsense are you talking about."

At this time, Xiao Xuemei finally realized that what she said was extremely ambiguous...

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When Zhang Yunqi arrived at the school gate, Wang Guibing had been waiting for a long time.

Zhang Yunqi planned to meet Li Jilin today, and the meeting place was at Wang Guibing's home. Wang Guibing drove to No. 1 Middle School to pick him up. When the two arrived at Wang Guibing's home at Longjingyuan Canning Factory, Li Jilin was already there.

It was the first time that Zhang Yunqi met Li Yufei's father, Li Jilin. To be able to give birth to such a beautiful daughter, it is unlikely that the father is too bad. He has a square face, is tall and thin, and should have been a standard handsome man when he was young, and his speech and words are also well-mannered.

But when Wang Guibing introduced Zhang Yunqi, Li Jilin looked particularly surprised. He must have felt it was a bit absurd that Zhang Yunqi, the big boss of Lianzhong Trade, whom he was going to meet, was actually such a young man? He was so young that it was ridiculous.

However, he soon discovered that this young man was completely different from the people of his age he usually met. He was simple, direct, and spoke in a calm tone. He was very imposing, but not the kind of imposing manner that young people tend to be. The first thing he said was, "Hello, Director Li. Mr. Wang has mentioned your idea to me. It's not difficult to come up with an idea to help the cannery open up sales channels and sell the backlog of canned goods."

Zhang Yunqi went straight to the point. Li Jilin didn't have a chance to be polite, but he was very excited to hear him say that. He immediately said, "That's great, Mr. Zhang. You should have learned about the current situation of the cannery from Guibing. I don't know what your thoughts are."

Zhang Yunqi smiled, picked up the teacup and said, "Drink tea first."

Li Jilin was not stupid either. He immediately understood what Zhang Yunqi meant. This guy was not Wang Guibing. Wang Guibing was the son of an employee who grew up in the Longjingyuan Cannery. He could play the emotional card, but Zhang Yunqi was not. Zhang Yunqi came to discuss business. He had no emotions to talk about. The key point was how much benefit this matter could bring him. But in fact, he had no idea. The cannery had fallen into such a state. What benefits could he give to Zhang Yunqi? But anyway, since Zhang Yunqi came to see him in person today, he naturally had some ideas.

"Mr. Zhang, are you confident about this?"

"My confidence lies not only in selling the cans, but also in reviving the entire canning factory."

Hearing this, Li Jilin understood what Zhang Yunqi meant.

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