The Reborn CEO Jiang Is Also Acting Coquettishly Today - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The students who had participated in the discussion from the very beginning felt as if they had witnessed the success of a revolution. What youth hasn’t dreamed of being a dragon-slaying warrior? Now, they felt like heroes who had slain the evil dragon. Their interest in flooding the threads surged, and one thread after another was opened below. They even spontaneously established tribes for each school and began various forms of competition.

Xiao Yang was probably overly excited after receiving the code, slogging away day and night to study it for several days. As soon as the new function opened, it captured the attention of many students. They uploaded their life photos, quotations, and mood statuses one after another, and it became a trend in no time.

Participating in a project that was so popular for the first time filled Xiao Yang’s heart with a sense of achievement, and he began to chase after Jiang Zhixia to ask about this and that.

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Little older brother, thanks for your hard work, you’re awesome! Counting you in as a partner, you know.

If There Is No Tomorrow: It was alright. Can you introduce the person who wrote the code to me?

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Sob, little older brother is still thinking about him.

If There Is No Tomorrow: …

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Fine, seeing that little older brother worked so hard, I can only endure the heartache and give it to you.

Then she flung a male account over to the other party.

Ahem, the Penguin instantly received a system prompt.

Jiang Zhixia curved the corners of her mouth and clicked to accept.

If There Is No Tomorrow: Hello, Great Master, I was introduced by “Don’t Bother Me I’m Out.”

Jiang Liu: Mhm.

If There Is No Tomorrow: Um, I especially admire that segment of website code you wrote. Can I study together with you?

Jiang Liu: If you like.

If There Is No Tomorrow: Huh??

If There Is No Tomorrow: Oh oh, awesome! My coding ability is alright, and my character is also pretty good. I’m a sophomore this year, but I usually have quite a bit of spare time outside of class, and I’m online most of the time. I can dive deep into research. I hope Great Master will take me along to study /pleading /pleading

This last emoji was obviously learned from Jiang Zhixia.

Jiang Liu: Sure.

Jiang Liu: Just find Don’t Bother Me.

If There Is No Tomorrow: Oh, okay! Thank you, Great Master!!

Xiao Yang was so excited he almost jumped up, while thinking to himself: Great Master is so cold and aloof, how did he get to know a girl with a personality like Don’t Bother Me’s? Could this be love?

If There Is No Tomorrow: My name is Xiao Yang. I don’t know how to address Great Master.

Jiang Liu: Jiang Liu.

Jiang Liu: Going offline.

If There Is No Tomorrow: Mm-hmm okay, goodbye Great Master.

Jiang Zhixia switched back to her main account.

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Yo~~~ Welcome, Brother Little Yang, to join us~~

If There Is No Tomorrow: …It’s Xiao Yang.

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: It’s just Little Yang. I am Zhizhi, our names are equally cute.

If There Is No Tomorrow: …

Don’t Bother Me I’m Out: Hee hee hee, won’t tease Brother Little Yang anymore. Let’s optimize the code together; the volume of visits has been multiplying recently. It’s our first project, so we must double our efforts!

If There Is No Tomorrow: /OK /OK

Sigh, compared to conversing with Zhizhi, who spoke so strangely, Xiao Yang was still more willing to optimize the code.

Jiang Zhixia smiled with satisfaction. She had finally tricked Xiao Yang, this sweet little novice, onto her big ship. That fellow Zhang Qiran was currently still in the US eating the food of capitalism; no rush, holding this Little Yang in her hand, ten Zhang Qirans would proactively throw themselves into her lap.

Thinking this way, she only then began to light-heartedly fix those bugs she had been too lazy to deal with before. Spitting out a website all by herself in just a short few days—even though it wasn’t a very large-scale one—the workload was also very troublesome. She felt her easily thick hair was a bit bald and she needed to rest properly. It wasn’t that she wanted to slack off.

However, she very quickly discovered that in this world, the causes for a bald head do not number only one.

As the saying goes, a person is bound to have a bald patch, either balding from writing code, or balding from studying physics. Balding might be late, but balding will definitely not be absent.

Compared to studying physics, code was indeed much friendlier to her after all.

The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and the posture of showing off was somewhat weak.

As everyone knows, the characteristic of the physics class led by Physics Old Zhao: a small test every week, a big test every month, and an ecstatic test at the end of the term.

Through these two weekly tests, Jiang Zhixia deeply felt the gap between her ideal and reality. Although she seemed to have studied university physics during her university days, she had apparently already returned the knowledge to the teacher in the time following that. Seeing one theorem and formula after another gave her an immense headache.

But university still had to be tested for. No matter what, physics was a roadblock; whether you studied it or not, it was right there, neither coming nor going. She was currently sorting out her own study condition, intending to make a study plan for herself to catch up as much as possible. Could it be that with an opportunity of rebirth, aside from attending Peking University, Heaven would allow her to attend another school? That absolutely could not happen.

“Xixi, how do you do this problem?” Jiang Zhixia pressed close to Cheng Xi’s side, almost leaning onto her shoulder, pointing at a small wooden block conveyor belt problem in the book and asking.

“First, we perform a force analysis on it. Look, first there is a friction force…” Cheng Xi uncomfortably shrank her neck, her voice soft and warm.

It seemed that the previous school bullying incident had pulled the distance between the two a tiny bit closer. Cheng Xi wasn’t as exclusionary toward Jiang Zhixia now, drawing closer and closer to the smiling Cheng Xi in Jiang Zhixia’s memories of her past life. While listening to her pleasant and clear narration, Jiang Zhixia silently spaced out.

Cheng Xi’s roommate, who had been driven to Jiang Zhixia’s seat in the back, exchanged glances with Fang Fang.

The classmates in the class were accustomed to this and didn’t find it strange. They also knew from Cheng Xi’s mouth that Lin Su had wanted to bring people to bully her last time, and she was saved by Jiang Zhixia. Thinking about it, aside from doing things like throwing away other people’s homework and kicking down desks, this big boss hadn’t caused any substantive harm. Furthermore, the big boss who helped eradicate Lin Su was simply a hero, alright? The classmates of Class 1, who had heard a version with quite a bit of artistic processing from students of other classes:

Sharing the glory, sharing the glory.

Therefore, seeing the two of them pressed together didn’t feel all that jarring anymore.

“You’re too thin, you still need to eat more.” Unaware of the thoughts of the people behind her, Jiang Zhixia’s gaze patrolled Cheng Xi’s wrist, feeling that Cheng Xi was so thin she could encircle her waist with a single hand. Linked with her temperament and appearance, she resembled a fairy who would return to her place of origin as soon as the wind blew. She had never seen her grow plump; even after she became a doctor later on, she hadn’t seen her grow plump either. Affairs within the hospital were originally numerous.

Jiang Zhixia felt that compared to herself, who had to take care of Jiang Qin and also manage the company’s affairs, Cheng Xi was even a few fractions busier, always making her afraid that a gust of wind would blow her away.

“It’s a genetic issue, I can’t grow plump,” Cheng Xi smiled. “Don’t space out, did you understand this problem?”

“Ah, probably,” Jiang Zhixia had a headache. “And this next one below.”

While thinking this, Cheng Xi was bound to be lying. Genetics was one part, but she also didn’t eat her meals properly. Although No. 1 High School gave her a complete waiver on tuition and accommodation fees, and she also had scholarships, this was still a drop in the bucket. She also rarely spent the subsidies sent over by Jiang Qin, always sending them back after determining her own absolute minimum cost of living. Later on, learning that the kind-hearted person who sponsored her had fallen ill and passed away, she still insistently attended the medical university with her score of being accepted to Peking University.

After Jiang Qin was hospitalized, she even did everything personally; it could simply be said that she was no different from another biological daughter. She had clearly only received a tiny bit of sponsorship from someone in the past.

How could there be an angel like Xixi? Jiang Zhixia thought.

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