Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Xie Chong was completely convinced, and the other classmates also looked at the two seniors with new respect because of this small competition. Only the two involved were still oblivious.
There was no way around it; Yan Han, focused solely on his studies, couldn’t pay much attention to other things.
He only checked the anonymous forum during winter break, since he had just regained his identity and couldn’t help but check to see if anything had changed.
But having experienced the changes, Yan Han settled down and became serious, starting to prepare for the class placement exam.
After another semester of trials, Yan Han subconsciously felt that he could get into Class 9 based on his own merit.
But he didn’t dare to be careless, because if he made a mistake, he might be separated from Lin Jianlu.
—Actually, which class they went to didn’t really matter; the most important thing was that they were together.
Thinking about this made Yan Han a little nervous. He could completely ignore unimportant exams, but this kind of exam where a mistake could mean being separated for a whole semester… his older brother’s mental fortitude wasn’t up to it.
Lin Jianlu could have used the same trick again, calculating which class Yan Han could get into based on his level and the difficulty of the exam, then adjusting his own grades to “arrange” himself to get in.
But until the exam, Brother Lin didn’t give him any training like he did last semester.
Before the exam, Yan Han couldn’t help but ask him why he hadn’t given him any practice questions to estimate his level this time. Lin Jianlu’s answer was clear: “Because it’s unnecessary.”
“Huh?”
“I’ve studied your current level and the levels of other students who might get into Class 9 this time. If you perform normally and encounter a relatively easy exam, your probability of getting into Class 9 is about 83%. If you encounter a relatively difficult exam, your probability of getting in is about 95%. Based on the overall calculation, your probability of getting into Class 9 is very high. You just need to perform normally during the exam.”
Yan Han: “…”
He wasn’t quite sure what his current level was, but he roughly understood what Lin Jianlu was saying.
“…So you investigated the grades of every possible person who might get into Class 9?!”
Yan Han was still a little incredulous.
“I just calculated each student’s progress rate based on the information from last semester’s monthly, midterm, and final exams, and then simply extrapolated the scores for this placement exam,” Lin Jianlu said, adding,
“Although there’s the variable of winter break, and some people might see a sudden surge in their grades, my data is very conservative, so you don’t need to worry.”
Yan Han: “…”
Lin Jianlu: “Good luck, I’ll be waiting for you in Class 9.”
He was a little nervous before, but somehow, after learning the numbers Lin Jianlu had calculated, the older brother completely lost his nervousness.
Mainly, because he trusted Lin Jianlu.
Putting everything else aside, just his brain alone could impress even the God, who would practically beg him to be their successor… Based on that alone, if his older brother Lin said his chances of getting into Class 9 were high, then they were incredibly high.
So, with this inexplicable confidence, Yan Han really performed normally in the exam room and successfully went to Class 9 with Lin Jianlu.
He only later learned that Lin Jianlu did this entirely to train his mental fortitude during exams.
Even the eldest brother wasn’t born fearless; he also experienced anxiety.
For example, although his knowledge base had increased, exams were ultimately an art, and everyone inevitably felt nervous facing truly important tests.
However, Lin Jianlu’s data was accurate, and his assessment of Yan Han was precise. Based on this, as long as he performed normally, he could get into Class 9. He needed Yan Han to believe in him and in himself.
Class 9 was right next to Class 10, so moving didn’t require much effort.
Mainly, some students still in Class 10 volunteered to help them move, and the efficiency was so high that their belongings were quickly piled up in Class 9’s classroom.
Yan Han, who always eagerly volunteers for any kind of labor, barely got a chance to help…
He joked, “Are you all in such a hurry for us to leave? Moving things so fast.”
“We’re innocent!” The class monitor and academic representative, who had both stayed in Class 10, led the protest, “We’re reluctant to see you leave with Brother Lin, but isn’t it a matter of parting ways eventually? We helped you move all this stuff with tears in our eyes!”
… Look at how well-mannered he is, he’s clearly a cultured person.
“Okay.”
Yan Han couldn’t be so frivolous anymore. He smiled at them, revealing a set of white teeth, and said, “Even though we’re separated, we’re still brothers. If you need anything, just come find me next door, okay?”
The class representative rolled his eyes mischievously: “Including asking questions?”
“Isn’t that obvious? I’m talking about discussing studies together, what else could it be?” Yan Han patted the other person’s thin frame and continued, “There’ll be another class placement exam next semester. I hope we can all meet in Class 9.”
To avoid affecting students’ learning efficiency and to prevent them from having any additional pressure before the college entrance exam, there would be no class placement in the last semester of senior year. The first semester of senior year was the only chance for students who wanted to get into Class 9.
The students in Class 10 who studied with Yan Han last semester all made some progress. Besides Yan Han and Lin Jianlu, two other students also got into Class 9.
But the world is cruel; if you go up, someone has to go down. Not everyone who studied with him could get into Class 9.
In fact, the students ranked in the top few dozen were not that far apart, and those who were lucky enough to get into Class 9 also had an element of good fortune.
This was why, according to Lin Jianlu’s calculations, Yan Han’s probability of getting into Class 9 was actually lower on a test with relatively easy questions overall.
Because everyone’s abilities were similar, perhaps a careless mistake or a numerical calculation error could affect the score, causing them to miss out on the best class in the whole school…
But correspondingly, those students who stayed in Class 10 would have a much greater chance of going further.
Yan Han wasn’t saying this because he thought getting into Class 9 would make him exceptionally outstanding.
It’s just that people strive for higher goals, and he was reluctant to leave his classmates who had studied with him for a semester. He wanted to be classmates with them again, but he couldn’t very well say something like, “Let’s go back to Class 10 next semester and have fun together again,” could he?
After chatting for a bit with the class monitor and the academic representative in the corridor, Yan Han went into his new classroom.
Lin Jianlu, who had found a seat in the corner beforehand, was already unpacking his things.
He was unpacking his own things and Yan Han’s.
His movements were practiced and swift, yet even as he bent over between the tables and chairs arranging the books, he still appeared remarkably tall. His long, slender, white fingers moved deftly among the books and stationery, his demeanor upright and dignified, somewhat incongruous with the image of a quiet, hardworking househusband.
But in Yan Han’s eyes, it was somehow… damnably adorable.
He quickly walked over, knowing Lin Jianlu’s rules, and didn’t dare offer to help.
He just stood there watching him.
In fact, he wasn’t the only one watching Lin Jianlu unpack; other students who had finished moving or didn’t have anything to move were also looking over as if it were a spectacle.
Even though Class 9 and Class 10 were very close, and even though they were already familiar with the legends surrounding the school beauty and the academic star, this was a scene they had never witnessed before.
And this was probably their signature moment every time they moved, Yan Han thought.
After sorting and arranging the books that needed to be placed inside the desks, Lin Jianlu took out two brand-new giraffe-patterned tablecloths from his backpack.
Given Big Brother Lin’s obsessive-compulsive disorder, the tablecloth must be washed every month and replaced with a new one every semester.
This time, however, the tablecloth he brought was different from usual.
The pattern featured two giraffes, different in appearance but both seemingly male.
When laid on the table, the giraffes’ heads were facing each other; if the tablecloth were placed very close together, such that it appeared their heads were touching.
But when separated, it was simply two giraffes, nothing more.
This reminded Yan Han of the couple profile pictures that were popular online in the early days. It also resembled the later-released couple phone cases.
But a couple tablecloth… how did Lin Jianlu even think of that! How come tablecloths are made with such depth now? In his memory, these were just cheap, mass-produced items, each one identical in style and color…
[This was specially commissioned from an artist by the Lord; the patterns are all hand-painted, unlike the cheap tablecloths you find elsewhere.] Xiao Wu in his mind said in a cheerful electronic voice.
Ever since Xiao Wu learned of Lin Jianlu’s status as the prospective main god, this guy had changed his tune, calling him “Lord” all the time and constantly showering Yan Han with compliments, hoping his future boss will hear his flattery and upgrade his program later.
Yan Han: “…”
While Yan Han was speechless, the surrounding classmates watched as Lin Jianlu spread out a tablecloth, placed a stack of books on Yan Han’s desk, pulled out a chair to indicate that everything was ready, and called for Yan Han to sit down.
Some observant classmates noticed that the stack of books on the desk was exactly the same as the books for their upcoming class, arranged in the order of the morning’s lessons, and couldn’t help but wonder… Was this a coincidence or was it intentional?
If it was intentional, how thoughtful of him to do that?
…So, is Lin Jianlu Yan Han’s personal care manager?!
After Yan Han sat down, Lin Jianlu quickly finished tidying up his things as well. The two sat properly in the corner of the classroom. Many people were still moving things, and the outside was filled with the sounds of talking and the clatter of desks and chairs being moved. However, Yan Han and Lin Jianlu each took out a book and quietly began studying.
It had to be said that their arrival was like two potted plants suddenly appearing in the classroom.
The classroom was still the same classroom, and there were still people sitting inside, but it seemed as if something had adorned it. Passersby only felt that the scenery in that corner had become pleasing to the eye, while for the students studying inside, it was as if the air itself had become more pleasant and refreshing.
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