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Zhang Ying was already stunned by what the two had said.
A 750? That's a perfect score on the National Higher Education Entrance Examination—impossible.
Forget everything else; you're bound to lose points on the essay.
How many perfect-score essays could there be in the whole country?
A 730? That's definitely the score of the provincial Top Scorer.
Zhang Ying wondered if she could really be this lucky—had she randomly bumped into two super Top Students?
Impossible.
In her mind, a Top Student should be buried in books, wearing thick glasses and looking wooden.
How could they have time to date and stroll through parks?
Right now, the viewers in the livestream were going crazy.
"Damn, this guy's madness must be contagious—that pretty girl's infected."
"Exactly, claiming 730? She sure dares to brag."
"But even though it's obviously bragging, why do I find the way she brags so adorable?"
"I feel the guy must've escaped from an Asylum. 750? Give me a break—at least show some decency when you brag."
Of course, the audience was still forgiving toward Xia Yingluo.
After all, when a beauty brags, as long as she looks good, whatever she says is right.
Ye Chen was a different story.
Many guys already felt sour seeing such a gorgeous girl with him; add his wild boasts and he became public enemy number one.
The barrage filled with curses.
Yet Ye Chen had no idea.
"A-hem…"
Zhang Ying was extremely awkward; she didn't know how to continue the interview.
She felt that if she kept going, she'd lose her mind.
Zhang Ying smiled and said, "It seems both of you are very confident. Then let me wish you ideal results in next month's exam in advance."
Her mouth offered congratulations, but her expression betrayed her.
She really didn't want to keep playing along with these two youngsters who bragged without even drafting.
"Do you think we're bragging?"
Seeing Zhang Ying's face, Ye Chen guessed what she was thinking.
He wasn't surprised—after all, claiming a perfect-score Top Scholar, he might be the first ever.
A perfect-score Top Scholar—forget Jiangzhou, in all of Jiang Province or even the country you'd barely find a handful.
The odds were lower than winning the lottery.
Outrageous, but true.
Zhang Ying, caught off-guard by Ye Chen's question, awkwardly waved her hands. "No, no."
Whatever she thought, she still showed the professionalism of a reporter.
"Confidence is good; everyone can have a dream."
Zhang Ying pondered for ages before finding a suitable word.
"Dream."
Ye Chen's words could only be summed up in four words.
"Daydreaming."
Ye Chen and Xia Yingluo both caught the undertone in Zhang Ying's remark.
They exchanged a smile.
But then Ye Chen did something that made Zhang Ying even more frantic.
He stepped up to the camera and waved.
"You must all think I was bragging, right?"
With a grin he said, "My name is Ye Chen. When next month's results come out, check who this year's Top Scholar is… then you'll know if I was bragging. Bye, everyone."
After that, he pulled Xia Yingluo and left.
Leaving Zhang Ying dumbfounded in the wind. "Ye Chen, weren't we a bit too high-profile just now?"
After walking away, Xia Yingluo whispered.
From what she knew of Ye Chen, he kept a low profile—why the sudden change?
Ye Chen chuckled. "High-profile? I only stated facts. Actually, I just wanted to tell everyone that your man is the best."
Xia Yingluo blushed crimson and punched him.
"You scoundrel, taking advantage of me again."
Ye Chen laughed. "Life is but a dream—go with the flow. Too many worries make it tiring, don't you think?"
Hearing that, Xia Yingluo stared at him in a daze.
She suddenly felt his words sounded so philosophical.
"What are you spacing out for?"
Ye Chen teased, "Overwhelmed by my charm? But we're in the Amusement Park with people everywhere—endure it for now; wait till we're home…"
"Hiss!"
Before he finished, a sharp pain shot through his waist.
"I was wrong, mercy!"
Ye Chen quickly begged for forgiveness.
Xia Yingluo glared playfully. "Hmph, that'll teach you to talk nonsense."
As she spoke, her eyes blinked innocently while the twist of her fingers kept increasing.
"Hiss…"
Ye Chen grabbed her little hand. "Alright, my dear wife, I'm really sorry—I won't do it again. By the way, how come this move is identical to Li Sitong's?"
Xia Yingluo sniffed. "Si Tong taught me: pinch only a tiny bit of flesh and twist one-hundred-eighty degrees."
Ye Chen: "…"
From now on he should keep Xia Yingluo away from Li Sitong.
Such a sweet girl was being led astray.
Just as he relaxed, Xia Yingluo pinched his waist again. "Hey, who did you just call wife? Keep talking nonsense and—"
"Hiss… mercy!"
Though she pretended to be mad, Ye Chen's sweet talk soon left her dizzy with delight.
"Boss, two ice-creams—one Strawberry, one Chocolate."
Xia Yingluo took a lick of the Strawberry and beamed. "So sweet."
Want a taste of my Chocolate?
Xia Yingluo swallowed instinctively. "Mm."
Ye Chen chuckled. "Relax, both are yours."
"Really? Yay!" She broke into a childlike grin… At five p.m., Ye Chen walked her to the Orphanage gate.
"Ye Chen, thank you—I had so much fun today."
Xia Yingluo smiled sweetly.
It was her first date with a boy, utterly unforgettable.
Ye Chen stayed put, grinning wickedly. "Yingluo, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Forgetting what?"
Xia Yingluo blinked.
But seeing his mischievous smile, she instantly understood.
"Thought of it yet?" Ye Chen beamed, showing no sign of leaving.
"I…" she stammered, cheeks crimson.
"Made up your mind? I'm waiting." He smiled.
Her face turned even redder; she knew she couldn't escape today.
She glanced around—no one—then stood on tiptoe and pecked his cheek.
Instantly she scampered into the Orphanage.
While running she whispered, "Ye Chen, drive safe—see you tomorrow."
A faint blush still lingered on her pretty face.
"See you tomorrow."
Feeling the moisture on his cheek, Ye Chen stood transfixed—tingling and exhilarated.
He checked the time—off to Li Sitong's place.
Sigh, this weekend is insanely busy.