You Are One Hundred Percent Sweet

The new boy who transferred into Class Three became the talk of the school on his very first day.

He was tall and handsome. Even in the plain high school uniform, he looked like a refined young gentleman from a TV drama, radiating the aura of an elite academic.

The girls in class were thrilled, but Ling Shuangshuang wanted to cry.

With one more surprise competitor, there was no way she could hold on to a top-ten spot in the next monthly exams. Would she get a spanking or a smack on the palm when she got home...?

Then she became desk mates with this guy named Yan Luan.

Then the first monthly exam results came out.

Yan Luan proudly held up his Chinese test paper. "I got 60 points. I passed." He turned to look at Ling Shuangshuang's paper and frowned. "Why did you get 110?"

Ling Shuangshuang replied expressionlessly, "Because the full score is 150."

"..."

"And just so you know, you need 90 to pass." Ling Shuangshuang reminded him coolly, wondering what kind of foreigner he was.

Later, when she saw the authentic 147-point English test paper in his hands, Ling Shuangshuang froze.

"Are you seriously a foreigner?"

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Yan Luan was nothing like the refined person his name and appearance suggested. He had learned martial arts from his uncle since childhood while growing up overseas, and he was incredibly good at fighting.

Before long, he had secured his place as the school's top tough guy. Good students went quiet as mice when they saw him, and troublemakers from other schools trembled at the mention of his name.

Only one girl, who wore her hair in twin ponytails every day, dared to argue with him to his face.

"Yan Luan, you got the phonetic notation wrong again!" "Did you eat the radical sign in the square root of two?" "Is the iron element going to grow wings and fly away? Why are you drawing an arrow?"

"Rewrite it!" "Do the calculation again!" "Copy the equation a hundred times!"

Sitting on the edge of the desk, the boy gazed at her rosy cheeks and chuckled. "Classmate Ling, your face is red."

Ling Shuangshuang glared at him fiercely. "Because I'm angry!"

Later, he cornered her in an empty hallway after school, his hot breath brushing her forehead.

"Shuangshuang, why is your face so red?" Yan Luan tipped up her chin. "Did I make you angry again?"

Ling Shuangshuang bit her lip tightly and heard the sound inside her chest: thump, thump...