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Top Student at Their Peak-Chapter 154 - 93 The Genius Who Remains True to His Original Aspiration
Chapter 154: Chapter 93 The Genius Who Remains True to His Original Aspiration
No matter if Yu Wei is willing or not, the three of them still gathered at one table for dinner. This probably shows that the personality of "strangers keep out" only works on people who care about face.
Although Qiao Yu considered himself as someone who cares about face, he had no choice since the chubby person beside him was shameless enough.
The rich second generation couldn’t refuse a hefty chubby person carrying a plate piled high with food who sat down directly across from him and announced proudly, "Just after you left, Brother Qiao said that you are a worthy opponent, so he wants to beat you severely and crush your pride!"
Qiao Yu keenly observed Yu Wei’s lips move slightly. Although he didn’t make any sound, just by reading his lips, Qiao Yu believed that he must have said "moron" or "crazy," with the former being more likely.
But it didn’t matter; after all, he wasn’t insulting him. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
"Alright, save it. Play hard, but in all seriousness, how prepared are you guys? Only the top sixty can enter the national training team, it’s going to be tough! You guys wouldn’t really choke and fail to make it into the top sixty, would you?"
Yu Wei glanced at Qiao Yu and said, "I’ll definitely make it into the national team. You should worry about Yu Yongjun."
Qiao Yu looked at Yu Yongjun, and the chubby guy immediately said with emotion, "Brother Qiao, I knew it, you still care about me."
"I care about your demise. Mainly, I’ve thought of a really cool idea. It’ll be ready to roll out by March next year during the second phase of training. But I’ll need two people to cooperate with me. If you both fail, where am I going to find two excellent friends like you?"
"What idea?" Yu Yongjun looked very interested.
"If you can make it to the national training team, you’ll know in March next year. Okay, you two continue with your meal. Teacher Lan is here, I’m going to eat with the teacher." Sitting directly opposite the restaurant entrance, Qiao Yu saw Lan Jie’s figure and casually said to the two of them, then picked up his plate and stood up.
Just recently, Lan Jie had specifically asked Qiao Yu on WeChat if he was in the restaurant on the sixth floor. Qiao Yu wasn’t sure if Lan Jie had something to talk to him about, so he naturally had to go over to find out.
Before leaving, Qiao Yu specifically instructed, "You two should both mature a bit, stop being so childish. Once in the national team, there’s a chance to directly enter the talent class and maybe even start college in your second year of high school if you perform well. But being as childish as you two, how can you expect any university to dare take you?"
Finishing this, without caring about either of their reactions, especially Yu Wei’s, Qiao Yu casually picked up his plate and drifted away gracefully.
"Hey, he said you should stop being so childish," the chubby guy said to Yu Wei with a face full of discontent.
"Get a grip!" Yu Wei replied, extremely displeased.
"What do I need shame for? I’m going to follow the big brother unyieldingly! I’ve got you!"
"Scram!"
"I won’t!"
Yu Wei rolled his eyes and continued eating intently.
For one, there was no space left nearby, and for another, he knew that with this chubby guy’s shameless nature, wherever he went, this guy would thick-skinnedly follow, annoyingly so!
If Qiao Yu saw this scene, he would surely find it familiar, as the two of them usually bickered like this in their group chat.
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Qiao Yu approached Lan Jie with his plate and asked, "Teacher Lan, did you need to see me?"
Lan Jie shook his head and said, "Nothing now. Captain Luo just called me asking about you. Initially said he’d come to see you for something, but now said he’ll come after the meeting tonight."
Qiao Yu asked in surprise, "Why is Captain Luo looking for me today? The exam isn’t until the day after tomorrow, right? I’m trying to think, is there anything related to the opening ceremony tomorrow? There’s no plan for a participant speech, is there? Surely they’re not asking me to perform or something?"
Lan Jie looked at Qiao Yu and said, "Stop guessing. Anyway, I don’t think it’s anything bad. Wait and see tonight. The meeting ends at 9:30, and Captain Luo will come over by 10 at the latest. Find a place to eat, I’ll grab some dishes and come over."
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After dinner, it was still free time. Lan Jie originally planned to take Qiao Yu to the fabled Ningshui South Pond Old Street for a walk. For this, he even specifically checked the route; you could take the subway there in an hour, stroll around the old street for an hour, and take a cab back, roughly a forty-minute ride.
But considering Captain Luo specifically mentioned that he would come to see Qiao Yu after the meeting, he dismissed the idea of going out. After dinner, he just took Qiao Yu for a stroll nearby, got some activity, and then returned to the hotel.
In the evening, the two friends of Qiao Yu, both surnamed Yu, didn’t come to bother him.
After all, the "Down with Qiao Alliance," which had been brewing for two whole hours, was disbanded in less than half a day, not to mention the instigator had incurred a "huge debt." Actually, it wasn’t what Qiao Yu wanted, but who could have known that the two sets of original comics on a certain online shopping site were so expensive, not even with a discount.
Presumably, they weren’t in the mood to come bother him again. It’s unclear if the chubby guy was quietly licking his wounds, or if he was boasting madly with classmates in the four-person room. But Qiao Yu could guess that Yu Wei was surely in the room silently working on problems.
After all, this proud guy was definitely making a secret vow to defeat him fairly using his own hard work and talent.
Qiao Yu could understand Yu Wei’s thoughts, for he was actually just as proud, only not as openly so.
So Qiao Yu’s attitude was simple. Since this guy hasn’t faced much hardship in life, he might as well let him taste the bitterness of competition.