Chapter 174: Chapter 174

Leng Yunyang’s gaze, tinged with a faint smile, landed on Shen You’an sitting quietly in the corner. Suddenly, he said, "The dress I gave you last night—do you like it?"

The entire class froze instantly.

Even the usually composed academic elites couldn’t suppress their inner gossipy impulses and turned to look at Shen You’an.

Leng Yunyang’s words were simply explosive.

Last night... dress... like?

Any one of these words was enough to set imaginations running wild.

Could it be that the two of them... last night...?

This was basically forum-breaking news.

Gao Yuyue froze for a moment, then suddenly slapped the desk and stood up, pointing directly at Leng Yunyang’s nose. "Leng Yunyang, what did you do to Shen You’an?"

Last night, she had asked the driver to chase them down, but Leng Yunyang’s driver left them in the dust. She called Shen You’an multiple times, but Shen You’an didn’t answer at all, making her unable to sleep all night.

She hadn’t expected that Leng Yunyang would genuinely be this beastly, going so far as to target Shen You’an.

Gao Yuyue was so furious that she practically wanted to rush up and slap him awake.

Leng Yunyang raised his eyebrows and threw a smile toward Shen You’an, saying, "Why don’t you ask her?"

That expression, that tone, was too suggestive.

Gu Bichen frowned slightly and turned to look at Shen You’an.

But Shen You’an acted as if she hadn’t heard anything, continuing with her own business as though she were entirely unaffected, not even furrowing her brow.

She was simply too composed.

It was like punching a ball of cotton—no matter how much effort you put in, she remained steadfast and unyielding, driving people into frustration.

The gossip-loving crowd was also stumped. So, was there something going on or not?

If Shen You’an had shown even a hint of shyness, anger, or annoyance, everyone would have had plenty to speculate about.

But she was just too calm.

So calm that their enthusiasm didn’t have anywhere to land.

Meanwhile, Leng Yunyang, having thrown his bombshell, didn’t bother to elaborate. He stuffed his backpack into the desk and prepared to nap.

This was typical of Leng Yunyang, and no one was surprised anymore.

Just as he shut his eyes and settled into his nap, he abruptly reopened them.

He reached out and tapped the shoulder of the student in front of him.

"Let me borrow your math notes."

Zhu Ci, the student being tapped, froze for a moment before instinctively handing over his notes.

Leng Yunyang took the notes, opened a fresh notebook from his bag, and spread it out.

But he didn’t simply copy them—he quickly skimmed through and immediately pointed out mistakes.

Zhu Ci’s face turned somewhat awkward. "Sorry, Young Master Leng, I guess I was too rushed when I wrote that part—it’s wrong. Thanks for catching it."

Leng Yunyang flipped through the notes and quickly lost interest.

"When’s the next exam?"

It was Zhu Ci’s first time seeing this "Young Master" express concern about exams, so he said, "The end-of-month exams are coming up. After that, there’s the National Day break. Next month, on the 22nd, is the high school math competition."

Leng Yunyang rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "That’s less than ten days away."

Zhu Ci couldn’t help but glance at this young master several times.

Was the sun rising in the west? Leng Yunyang actually cared about exams now?

"Got any tips for improving my Chinese score?"

Zhu Ci nearly choked. "Young Master Leng, do you even need tips?"

Leng Yunyang spent half his time skipping classes and the rest either playing around or sleeping, yet he consistently ranked in the top 10 for exams.

People had once suspected him of cheating, but after reviewing his test papers, those suspicions were dispelled.

Answers could be copied, but problem-solving approaches couldn’t.

Unlike ordinary students who followed predictable methods, Leng Yunyang’s thinking was often unconventional.

In other words, he didn’t play by the rules.

But somehow, his results always aligned with correct outcomes.

People couldn’t help but marvel at his genius.

Unfortunately, this guy was too lazy. If he applied himself just a little, he might actually dethrone Shen You’an’s legendary status.

That realization suddenly struck Zhu Ci.

Leng Yunyang was unrivaled in science, but his humanities scores seemed to be a weak point.

If he patched up that weak spot, he’d truly be a well-rounded "warrior."

Zhu Ci cautiously asked, "Young Master Leng, are you serious?"

The question was posed with deliberate care.

The teenager lifted his eyebrows and curved his lips into a meaningful smile.

"The girl I like said she doesn’t want a guy whose grades are worse than hers. If I don’t step up, I’ll end up alone."

Zhu Ci’s expression cracked slightly.

He seemed to finally understand. He instinctively glanced in Shen You’an’s direction.

After swallowing hard, he clenched his right fist and made a "thumbs-up" gesture.

"Young Master Leng, believe in yourself—you’ve got this."

Leng Yunyang smirked, still bearing his trademark roguish grin, but his eyes held a newfound seriousness.

"I think I’ve got this too."

Zhu Ci decided to lend Leng Yunyang all of his reference materials, and Leng Yunyang graciously accepted.

Turning away, Zhu Ci couldn’t help but sigh.

The power of love, indeed, knew no bounds.

Leng Yunyang suddenly got motivated—no more lazing around; he started earnestly reading textbooks and working through problem sets. This shift left everyone deeply surprised.

At the same time, it brought about a strange sense of urgency.

No one had time for gossip anymore; they all threw themselves into intense study sessions.

Only Gao Yuyue remained genuinely angry—but since nobody paid her attention, she was left to simmer alone.

By midday, rumors about Shen You’an and Leng Yunyang had already spread like wildfire.

So when Leng Yunyang walked into the cafeteria, nearly everyone instinctively focused their gazes on Shen You’an.

Holding a lunch tray, Leng Yunyang walked straight over to Shen You’an and naturally sat across from her.

This caused a wave of gasps to ripple through the cafeteria.

An infuriated Gao Yuyue arrived late, storming up to them. "Leng Yunyang, get out of my way!"

Leng Yunyang looked up lazily, still smiling. "Is your name written on the chair?"

"You...!" Gao Yuyue gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to smash her tray over his head, and took a deep breath.

She lowered her gaze and glanced at Shen You’an, who hadn’t looked up the entire time and continued eating as if Leng Yunyang wasn’t even there.

Suddenly, Gao Yuyue sneered, sitting down beside Shen You’an. "Leng Yunyang, do you think every woman in the world revolves around you? Your little tricks won’t work on Shen You’an. I’m just waiting to see the day you, Young Master Leng, get shot down."