Chapter 181: Subject Selection
With Gu Qinghuan’s guidance and Jiang Chuchu’s intimidation, the students of Class Three who hadn’t done their winter homework finally managed to finish it before school started.
Of course, the completion quality was very low—at best, it could only be said that they had indeed written something.
Still, on the first day of school, when Chen Zelin looked at the neatly handed-in homework, he felt quite gratified.
During the first class meeting, he spoke earnestly:
“The final exam results—you all know them yourselves, so I won’t go into detail. I believe they were related to all the activities at the time and don’t fully reflect your true level.”
“However, this semester, you need to start thinking about subject selection. Based on your strengths, the universities and majors you want to apply for, and so on, you should decide your future direction.”
“I hope everyone will think it through carefully. If you have any questions, you can come discuss them with me or the subject teachers.”
After the meeting, students gathered in small groups to discuss subject choices.
Yu Xin had already made her decision during the winter break:
“Physics, Chemistry, Geography. That’s settled.”
Although she was also capable of handling the traditional pure science combination of Physics-Chemistry-Biology, as a top student, she had enough leeway to choose between geography and biology based on interest.
“You like geography?” Qin Yue was shocked. Every time he saw questions about solar altitude, he wished he were Hou Yi so he could just shoot the sun down and not have to calculate anything.
Yu Xin nodded. “Compared to biology, I prefer geography.”
Jiang Chuchu said, “I’m the opposite. I prefer biology over geography.”
Gu Qinghuan widened her eyes. “You’re going for pure science?”
“Of course not,” Jiang Chuchu denied. “I’ll choose History, Biology, and Politics. Those are the subjects I’m strongest in.”
It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle physics and chemistry—it just required more effort, and she didn’t feel as naturally comfortable with them.
Qin Yue immediately raised his hand. “I’m planning to pick those three too—but I might adjust based on my brother’s advice.”
As someone who had grown up believing that if the sky fell, his brother would hold it up, Qin Yue relied on his brother with zero guilt.
So he didn’t even think about university or major choices—he just wanted to pick subjects he was good at.
After all, this was two and a half years of study—he needed something he could actually stand learning.
After the three of them spoke, they all looked at Gu Qinghuan.
Gu Qinghuan frowned. “I want to choose Physics, Chemistry, and Politics, but… it feels a bit too difficult for me.”
She didn’t like biology or geography, so after eliminating those, she was left with only two options: Physics-Chemistry-Politics or History-Chemistry-Politics.
Although her physics and history scores were about the same, just thinking about the amount of writing required in history made her lean toward physics.
Even so, the final choice based on her preferences still felt quite challenging.
Yu Xin encouraged her, “Difficulty isn’t a big problem! There are only six subjects in total. After choosing, you can focus your energy on what you picked—you’ll eventually master them.”
To put it simply, aside from geniuses like Su Lin and top students like Yu Xin and Lu Jian, most students ultimately relied on doing lots of practice problems.
Even if the college entrance exam had very difficult questions, they would be difficult for everyone—so there was no need to worry too much.
The truly exceptional students were already at the top of the pyramid. For the middle tier, competition depended more on fundamentals and stable performance.
As for mindset, Yu Xin had full confidence in Gu Qinghuan.
Encouraged by Yu Xin, Gu Qinghuan felt a bit more courage—this was the third-ranked student in the grade speaking! And she even had Su Lin, the top student, to learn from!
Just as she was thinking about discussing it with her parents that evening, she suddenly heard Bao Qingsong call out:
“Class monitor, someone’s looking for you!”
Before Gu Qinghuan even turned her head, Jiang Chuchu and Qin Yue abruptly stood up and moved in front of her desk, glaring toward the doorway.
Yu Xin tilted her head to look. “Wei Xiao?”
Wei Xiao had watched the program, so he knew Gu Qinghuan and Jiang Chuchu were in the same class. However, Qin Yue and Yu Xin hadn’t appeared in the filming, so he hadn’t expected them to be here as well.
Since they were, he naturally greeted them: “Long time no see.”
However, he couldn’t understand why Jiang Chuchu and Qin Yue—who had been fairly polite last time—now seemed to dislike him.
Gu Qinghuan found their attitude strange, but upon hearing the name “Wei Xiao,” she immediately became alert.
She walked toward the classroom door, with Jiang Chuchu and Qin Yue following behind.
“Hello, I’m Gu Qinghuan. May I ask who you are?” she pretended not to know him at all.
“My name is Wei Xiao,” he said with a friendly smile. “I watched Walking with Light. I’m your fan.”
Bao Qingsong, sitting by the door, watched the drama unfold—wow, their class monitor even had fans now!
Still… who was this Wei Xiao? With that face, he shouldn’t be someone Bao Qingsong didn’t recognize.
Being called someone’s “fan” to her face felt quite novel. Even though she knew Wei Xiao was probably using it to gain her favor, Gu Qinghuan couldn’t help but admire him a little.
To say it so naturally, without sounding sycophantic—that took some skill.
She thought for a moment and feigned being flattered. “Ah, really? I don’t think I did much, though.”
“Your organizational and coordination abilities are excellent,” Wei Xiao continued, offering praise.
Jiang Chuchu had had enough and cut in:
“Wei Xiao is a transfer student joining Mingde this semester. As for his class—”
Wei Xiao smoothly picked up the sentence: “Class Two, right next door to yours.”
Jiang Chuchu was deliberately acting in front of him, helping maintain the illusion that Gu Qinghuan had just met him.
Gu Qinghuan nodded, then asked a bit awkwardly, “Um… if you’re here for an autograph…”
Wei Xiao froze for a moment. “No, that’s not what I mean. I just want to learn from you.”
Qin Yue turned his head to hide a laugh, noticing that Bao Qingsong was secretly texting in the class group chat, live-streaming the gossip.
“Learn from me? What do you want to learn?” Gu Qinghuan asked, genuinely curious now.
“I want to join the student council,” Wei Xiao said openly. “I heard it’s very hard to get in, and almost no one joins in the first semester of senior year one. But you succeeded, so I’d like to ask for your advice.”
Gu Qinghuan’s gaze drifted slightly.
To be honest, she had almost forgotten—she had only gotten in thanks to Qin Min’s recommendation, plus the coincidence of encountering Xia He, exposing his lie, and gaining the approval of Bai Hanshan and the student council president.
All those conditions coming together had been pure chance.
If she had to teach Wei Xiao, she really didn’t know how.
Sensing her hesitation, Wei Xiao said, “If it’s convenient, could you show me around the student council at noon today?”
“You mean a visit?” she asked.
He nodded. “Yes. Is that okay?”
“I’ll need to ask.”
She actually wanted to take this opportunity to talk more with him—to understand what kind of person he really was, and figure out how to deal with Yu Yuan’s engagement.
She messaged Bai Hanshan. After a few dozen seconds, she got a reply—but not from him. It was from the student council president, whom she had added but never spoken to.
President: [Bring him.]
Even the president personally replied to such a small matter—Gu Qinghuan was surprised.
She turned back to Wei Xiao, sounding relaxed. “The president said it’s fine. Shall we meet at noon?”
“Let’s have lunch together,” Wei Xiao said calmly. “Would you all be interested?”
The last part was directed at Jiang Chuchu and Qin Yue.
Jiang Chuchu crossed her arms. “Of course. I also want to invite Xinbao—I mean, Yu Xin and Yu Yuan. What do you think?”
“Then it’s my treat,” Wei Xiao agreed readily.
After he left, Jiang Chuchu dragged Gu Qinghuan back to her seat, pressed her shoulders down, and spoke seriously:
“Did you see that?”
“You mean Wei Xiao? Yeah, I saw him,” Gu Qinghuan nodded.
“I mean, did you notice—he’s a playboy,” Jiang Chuchu said with an even more serious expression.
Gu Qinghuan scratched her cheek.
She could guess Wei Xiao wanted to use her as a stepping stone to enter the student council—but how exactly did Chuchu arrive at the conclusion that he was a playboy?
