Top Student at Their Peak-Chapter 122 - 82 Damn Old Accounts Reconciliation_2

"Huh? Qiao Yu, no wonder that one time after school, you had Liu Lin and Chen Yiweng chase after you until they accidentally knocked over a guy, spilling milk tea all over him. That was Huang Junyi’s dad, right? They do look quite alike."

Qiao Yu rolled his eyes again and urged, "Keke, isn’t half an hour enough? You should go home and sleep!"

"No, I want to settle accounts with Auntie." Xia Keke turned to glance at Qiao Yu, then stood up and sat next to Qiao Xi, speaking softly, "Auntie, let me tell you, Qiao Yu always secretly wants me to call him dad."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Qiao Yu suddenly started coughing.

"Ah... really?" Qiao Xi turned her head, giving her son a look that was both teasing and slightly serious, saying, "Qiao Yu, a little boy shouldn’t, or at least shouldn’t always..."

"Well, it’s definitely not always like that... Anyway, you guys continue chatting, I’m the outstanding new student representative and have to give a speech tomorrow, so I’m off to bed!"

With that, Qiao Yu fled, almost rushing into his room.

...

Students who have given speeches as new representatives know that each school has its unique way of selecting student representatives for the newcomers’ ceremony.

Some involve elections, applications, script submission, trial readings, and ultimately selecting the best candidate through a complete process.

Some rely on familiar faces within the school, well-known excellent students, and are simply decided upon directly.

Others are purely based on top academic performance, such as scoring tens of points more than the second place due to a misapplied application. Of course, such scenarios rarely happen in top schools.

As for Qiao Yu, he was probably a mix of the second and third scenarios.

To be honest, high school welcoming ceremonies are much less exciting than university ones, for example, they usually cut the singing and dancing performances, mainly consisting of speeches by teachers and school leaders.

Teachers from the political education office stress the school rules and regulations; teachers from the academic office talk about the differences between high school and junior high school, sharing some study methods with new students; and finally, a school leader gives a summary speech, wishing all the newcomers the best.

Then the new student representative goes on stage to speak, generally echoing the teachers’ speeches.

It’s usually about telling you how you should be, and then the representative says, we will be how you should be.

This routine meeting usually just requires a teacher to casually take a few photos with a phone, write an article, and post it on the school’s public account as a record. Today was clearly different; the school had hired two photography teachers from somewhere.

One had a fixed position, and one was mobile, recording the entire event.

Fortunately, Qiao Yu was quick to adapt to anything, including being in front of a camera. As long as he pretended that it wasn’t there, it was just a matter of reading his script at a normal pace.

It must be said that after the touch-up by Teacher Fan, the script was quite hard to read.

Qiao Yu finally understood why Principal Zhang realized immediately that he had whipped it up in ten minutes.

By directly uploading the document, the detailed information could be checked on the creation time and creator, proving that details are crucial.

Thus, the best way is when receiving a similar task next time, not necessarily writing immediately, but creating a blank document on the computer first, casually editing some content in. Or, remember to modify the time.

Luckily, Principal Zhang didn’t say anything this time, and everything went smoothly.

And apparently, the effect was quite good?

During his speech, the students below seemed very excited, especially in the latter half: "Students, it’s time to rise and charge towards the top four schools. It’s never too late to start working hard; you can step over them..."

Okay, he definitely didn’t write that, Qiao Yu thought. You’d have to be drunk on three, five bottles of fake liquor to come up with something like that, and he didn’t even have the habit of drinking.

But the clueless freshmen below really stood up and applauded.

Qiao Yu suspected the school had planned this all along.

Fortunately, the awkward moment was short-lived.

Without any art performances, the new student ceremony was quick, especially since today was quite busy.

All classes still had to receive books, determine seat assignments, hold class meetings, and elect class officers.

After everything ended, Principal Zhang came over to chat with Qiao Yu for a bit, and upon leaving, patted him on the shoulder.

Qiao Yu suspected that Old Zhang’s main motive was that last action.

Because the conversation was quite trivial, just casually encouraging him a few words, and while chatting, Qiao Yu sensitively noticed that the mobile camera was facing the two of them...

Ever since the last interview with the Morning Post, whenever a camera was pointed at him, Qiao Yu assumed the thing wasn’t off.

You accumulate life experiences little by little.

After acting with Principal Zhang, Qiao Yu quickly returned to the classroom.

Class 1 of Grade 1’s classroom was in the innermost location on the second floor of the high school building. The biggest advantage was naturally that it was quieter than other classrooms, with the only disturbance coming from the adjacent Class 2 of Grade 1.

Since the principal had held him up a bit, by the time Qiao Yu arrived, all the classmates were already present, only the homeroom teacher hadn’t arrived, just like in the other classes, it was chaotic with the group of high schoolers happily chatting.

Nine days of military training had made everyone quite familiar with each other, so there was no shortage of conversation partners.

What Qiao Yu didn’t expect was that as he walked into the classroom, applause and heckling erupted.

Alright, it was a bit awkward.

Qiao Yu lifted his hand and waved it arbitrarily, surveyed the classroom, spotted an empty seat, and quickly went over to sit down. Unlike junior high, during military training, even though they came to the classroom daily, the teachers hadn’t assigned permanent seats, so everyone sat wherever.

Of course, today the seating arrangement would be finalized.

Just as Qiao Yu sat down, a small bottle of plum juice was handed over: "The big brainiac, have some water."

Only then did Qiao Yu see that sitting next to him was Yao Qinxin.

Principal Zhang mentioned more than once that she was among the best-performing first-year high school students this year, having scored 653 in the high school entrance exam. A couple more correctly answered multiple-choice questions could have landed her in one of the A-grade high schools lower in rank.

But this good performance was relative. Although she scored a dozen points higher than Qiao Yu, her rank was just about 13th thousand or so citywide.

The high school entrance exam doesn’t allow retakes, and every year some students just miss the mark by one or two points, relying on both skill and a bit of luck.

However, Qiao Yu could match the person with the name in his memory because she stood behind him during military training.

"Thanks, but next time, don’t call me a big brainiac, it feels weird." Feeling slightly thirsty, Qiao Yu casually accepted the drink, opened it, and took a sip.

Hmm, it was sweet and tart, quite refreshing.

The girl beside him flashed a sweet smile and said, "Thank you, why? We’re classmates. So Qiao Yu, there’s a math problem I can’t quite figure out, could you help me out?"

As she spoke, Yao Qinxin turned and dug a notebook out of her bag, spread it open on the desk, and pushed it over.

Somewhat bewildered, Qiao Yu looked at the plum juice in his hand, then at the challenging problem on the textbook laid on the desk, falling into contemplation.

Indeed, this was definitely not Class 13!

Your desk partner wasn’t suggested places to go have fun at night; instead, it was math problems?

A miscalculation...

He considered saying he couldn’t do it or asking for a fee, but he had just drunk the drink she’d given him.

For the first time, Qiao Yu truly understood what it meant to be in someone’s debt.

Forget it, it’s just a temporary desk partner anyway.

Qiao Yu thought to himself, inwardly conceding, and seriously read over the problem.

"Hmm, this question is about the problem of moving straight lines in analytical geometry and sequences. Mainly it involves the series’ general term formula and line equations, so it can be simplified by..."