Before rehearsal, Emily Shaw first asked, “Does anyone have time this weekend?”

Luke Carter: “Yes, yes, yes.”

Logan Wright: “I can make it.”

Ethan Young had just finished saying “No time” when he heard Henry Howard chime in too: “No time, sorry.”

After counting, it turned out nearly half the people couldn’t make it, so the idea of rehearsing on the weekend had to be dropped.

Emily Shaw turned around to adjust the sound equipment, and Ethan Young quietly asked, “Are you going home this weekend?”

This person hadn’t gone home since the start of the semester, so it was about time for a visit.

“It’s nothing important,” Henry Howard sat on the desk, looking a bit unserious, then added, “If you call me ‘brother’, I won’t go.”

Of course, that “brother” was never said.

A week went by quickly.

With more and more homework piling up, and Old Tang’s nagging that sounded like chanting scriptures, the weekend finally arrived.

“Classmates, be sure to pay attention to safety when going out this weekend,” most of the class had already left, only a few unlucky students on duty remained, and Old Tang was still going on, “Finish your homework on time, and remember to review and consolidate your studies.”

Ethan Young packed up his things and leaned against the back door, waiting for a certain student on duty.

Henry Howard was still wiping the blackboard, easily reaching the top with his hand.

Ethan Young watched and started to zone out a little.

A few days ago, he had logged into Quiz Masters Clash several times to discuss with No Shame Left how exactly they would compete on Saturday. Even though they agreed to meet face-to-face, there still needed to be some game rules.

After much discussion, the only workable plan was to do practice papers and grade them on the spot.

No Shame Left didn’t mind, saying any subject and any paper was fine.

Then he sent over five more words: I’ll give you three questions.

With such an infuriating tone, Ethan Young had only ever heard it from the big idiot currently wiping the blackboard.

His boyfriend, in some ways, actually had a few things in common with that top student whose glasses were as thick as beer bottle bottoms.

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“I love studying”: Has everyone set out? Has x-god set out?

“Study, study, my life is only about”: Set out, my “Tianli 38 Sets” and I are already on the way to Century City.

“Top ten in the grade”: On the bus, last night I wrote a 5,000-word study reflection, sharing my study methods, hope it helps everyone.

“Strive to improve”: I’ve set out too, very excited, I just want to do a few questions on the bus now! Even more looking forward to the showdown between x-god and No Shame Left!

Early the next morning, the Quiz Masters Clash discussion area was flooded by these people.

Ethan Young was still looking at the best route recommended on the phone map.

Century City was a pretty popular place, and any class gathering was usually held at Century City.

It had everything, and the most famous was the themed rooms with movie-watching equipment, but this was probably the first time someone used it to watch something like The Birth of Einstein.

Ethan Young couldn’t be bothered to transfer buses, so he just got on a direct one.

When he left, he specifically brought a mask to cover most of his face, sat in the back row, head down, looking at the private messages sent by Quiz Master.

[Quiz Master]: Honestly, my friend, you still have a chance to back out.

[Quiz Master]: Even if I give you three questions, you still won’t win.

[jsdhdax]: Heh.

Half an hour later, Quiz Master sent another message.

[Quiz Master]: I’m here, at the entrance of Century City.

Ethan Young was a bit sleepy, typing with his eyes half-closed. He thought, what’s the use of you being there, who knows which one is you, so he asked what he was wearing today, give some features.

[Quiz Master]: What I’m wearing doesn’t matter, I’m the most handsome one.

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73. Chapter Seventy-Three

Century City was just ahead, the golden wing logo on the top of the building looked ready to take flight, reflecting the sunlight.

The bus turned onto the street.

The city center was crowded, people crossing the road in a steady stream, so the bus had to slow down. Several minutes passed, two cycles of the traffic lights, and the golden wings were still on the other side of the road.

Ethan Young looked at that message and couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation.

This isn’t shameless, it’s having way too much face. So thick-skinned even a cannon couldn’t blast through it.

The space between the seats was too narrow, Ethan Young shifted uncomfortably, his heel pressing against the raised part under the front seat, and he couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Idiot.”

The bus was moving too slowly.

The honking outside was a bit noisy.

Ethan Young lifted his hand, hooked his finger on the edge of his mask, pulled it down a bit, and took a breath.

After a few more minutes, the bus finally picked up speed again, the golden wings getting closer and closer, and the announcement sounded in the bus: “Next stop, final stop Century City, all passengers please prepare to exit from the rear door.”

There were about a dozen people left on the bus.

A few, hearing the announcement, got up early and walked to the back door, standing there holding the handrail before the bus even stopped.

Ethan Young didn’t move, just pulled up his hoodie. He was wearing a loose black jacket, the hood slouchy, covering half his forehead.

With the mask, his whole face was basically covered.

Then Ethan Young moved his fingers and sent a message to “Quiz Master”: Almost there.

Only then did No Shame Left seriously describe what he was wearing today.

Ethan Young selectively ignored all the exaggerated descriptive words, like “this sweater may look ordinary, but on me it’s simple yet not simple, extraordinary temperament” and so on.

Ethan Young really wanted to just turn around and get on the return bus across the street.

He held back for a while, but still couldn’t help it.

Ethan Young lowered his head and typed a line on his phone screen.

[jsdhdax]: (Sensitive words, automatically censored)

[Quiz Master]: ?

[Quiz Master]: You cursing me?

Ethan Young felt that if this conversation went on, it would be more than just cursing.

This place was huge, combining a mall and an entertainment center, with even a small amusement park in the central area, the carousel slowly spinning.

A few little girls sat on it, their parents squatting nearby taking pictures.

Ethan Young walked through the amusement park, head down, asking “Quiz Master” for his exact location as he walked inside.

That idiot had said he was at the entrance of Century City, but when Ethan Young got off the bus he realized Century City had four entrances. Which one?

Ethan Young was well covered up.

With both a hat and a mask, his face couldn’t be seen, but the boy’s tall figure and outstanding presence made him even more eye-catching dressed like this.

[Quiz Master]: I’m at entrance 3, what are you wearing?

[jsdhdax]: Mask, hat. Black.

[Quiz Master]: Okay, hurry up.

[jsdhdax]: Are you holding the test papers?

[Quiz Master]: Yes, a set of Gaokao Selected, pick whichever you want to do later.

Entrance 3, just go straight through the outdoor amusement area.

Ethan Young took out the folded test paper from his pocket—this was what he and No Shame Left had agreed on before, each bringing a random test paper, swapping and doing them, with a time limit of half an hour.

Holding the test paper, Ethan Young instinctively looked around the crowd for the idiot who could make an ordinary sweater look “extraordinary” and was holding a set of “Gaokao Selected”.

There were a lot of people at the entrance, coming and going, but not many standing still waiting.

Ethan Young scanned a few times, eliminating those standing at the entrance one by one, until his gaze passed over an old janitor bending down to clean, and landed on the railing opposite.

Someone was sitting arrogantly on the railing, which was only a palm’s width wide.

That person was wearing a thick sweater, long legs dangling in the air, with a set of test papers by his side. Red cover, gold embossed letters, four big characters on top—Gaokao Selected.

From Ethan Young’s angle, he could only see the back.

He looked pretty tall.

Ethan Young looked a couple more times, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt.

The figure and vibe were just like a certain someone.

But then he thought it couldn’t be, his boyfriend, surname He, given name Chao, was still in bed an hour ago, and when they talked on the phone he said he was planning to go back to sleep for a bit.

He even ended with a hoarse-voiced sweet nothing: “See you in my dreams.”

[jsdhdax]: The one on the railing?