Forced to Date a Big Shot

55: My Boyfriend Is Timid

It was not that he despised the girl.

The young lady was, after all, only a high school student. It was normal for her to be unable to solve it—just that he still held a little hope inside.

He was already old and could barely take a single step of improvement in the mathematics field even after years. He truly wanted to help nurture more talents for the country.

As a paramount existence in the local mathematics field, he had met a mathematical genius many years ago. He had originally thought that he could pull that person into the mathematics field and bring the local mathematicians to greater heights. Alas, that person was much too secretive with their identity and had far too many responsibilities. It was impossible for that person to give up everything else and focus on only researching mathematics.

With pain in his heart, he gave up—cough, or he should say—he did not dare to go bother that person. After so many years, he thought that he had met another one.

After all, anyone who could enter this group was not your average Joe.

He gave a self-deprecating smile when he realized he had driven himself into a dead-end again.

The young lady had never claimed to be good at mathematics. It was he who was too desperate for a disciple and hence had given her a mathematical question to test her. She must already be excellent in piano, so how could her mathematics be good too?

After the conference was over, he lowered down his head and was about to leave when a professor from the mathematics department of Huazhong University came over. "Have you heard of the first-place holder in the Math Star Competition this year?"

Huaxia University and Huazhong University were the top two schools in the country. Both schools were situated in the capital. Competition and cooperation existed between the two.

Feng Xingshen shook his head. "Isn't there a first placer every year?"

The other replied, "She scored 288 marks in the Math Star Competition!"

To Feng Xingshen, such competitions were third-rate and he never saw any importance in them. "That still cannot mean anything. We still have to look at the national competition."

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Bin City.

The weather turned colder in mid-September. It was cold from dawn to dusk. Hence, Xue Xi put on another school sweater when she went to school.

As usual, she wore her white baseball cap and carried a heavy school bag as she alighted from the car in front of the provision store.

Autumn was here, and the leaves along the roadside had tinges of yellow. At this timing, the shops on both sides of the street were all peddling their breakfast menus.

Xue Xi was beautiful. Hence, she was the focus of the crowd wherever she went. She pressed her baseball cap down lower, ignored the crowd's gaze, and entered the provision store.

The moment she entered, she could feel that something was amiss.

The store was usually empty and void of any customers. Yet, there were seven to eight different men standing inside currently. They all had short, shaved hair and donned a variety of clothes, but when she entered, they all turned to look at her in unison.

The leader of the group was a scar-faced and fierce-looking individual. When he spotted Xue Xi, he was first momentarily stunned, then forced out an ingratiating smile at her.