When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 65 - 0: Impulse

Jiang Shuyao had only just realized that Pei Yan could not only threaten people but also had a skill for brainwashing.

Seeing her deskmate seriously discussing whether their childhood friends were competent, she felt like her head was about to explode.

Gradually, that sense of discomfort moved to her abdomen, Jiang Shuyao’s complexion grew increasingly wrong, she bent over the desk in pain, unable to straighten her back.

"Yaoyao, what’s wrong with you," Tang Xing looked at her helplessly, his face filled with panic.

Everything had been fine just moments ago.

Could it be food poisoning, maybe the snacks Boss Pei bought were toxic?

Of course, Jiang Shuyao didn’t have such wild theories like her deskmate, she counted the days and roughly guessed what was happening.

It must be from the cold drinks she had a few days ago, now teaching her a lesson.

"I’m going to the restroom. If a teacher comes by, Tang Xing, could you tell them for me?"

Normally, the last self-study period wasn’t supervised, but there was no guarantee that the class teacher wouldn’t pop in to take a look.

Worried, Tang Xing asked, "Can you manage alone? I’ll come with you."

Jiang Shuyao shook her head and picked up her phone before exiting the classroom through the back door.

At this time, classes were having self-study, so the restroom was both quiet and cold.

While washing her hands at the sink, a group of tall girls walked in together.

In Yunzhong, those not in uniforms were either like Pei Yan, who didn’t follow rules, or they were from specialized arts classes.

These girls belonged to the latter.

They were discussing the recent independent admissions of a few colleges, and someone mentioned the Yangjin Art College. Jiang Shuyao was particularly sensitive to such topics, so she subconsciously stood in front of the sink to listen attentively.

"I heard that the admission standards at Yangjin Academy of Fine Arts have increased a lot this year, with thousands of art students from the city competing for just over fifty spots. It’s really scary."

"Why feel down about it, we just registered, and there are still over two months left to prepare."

"Yes, there’s still enough time for the preliminary exams, we need to stay confident."

Jiang Shuyao listened intently, her hand under the tap for a long time without noticing.

Not until a sharp pain in her abdomen intensified did she come to her senses and turn off the tap.

After the dance class girls left, she didn’t rush back to the classroom but instead took out her phone to log into the official website for Yangjin’s independent recruitment examination.

The deadline for online registration was tonight at nine.

It was now eight-ten, with twenty minutes left until the end of class.

The registration portal needed a key plugin to be downloaded, which couldn’t be done on a mobile. If she waited till after school to find a cyber cafe to register, it would be too late.

Jiang Shuyao stood calmly in front of the sink, her face unusually pale from pain.

However, at that moment, a fiery zeal that nearly consumed all her senses rose inside her.

Yangjin Art College was the holy land in the heart of every child who loved painting.

She had dreamed since childhood of getting into the Capital, into Yangjin Art College.

This intense yearning surged violently, causing her for the second time in her life to feel an impulsive disregard for all else.

Jiang Shuyao visited the office, asked the class teacher for leave, then returned to the classroom to pack her books. She left the class early under Tang Xing’s worried and baffled gaze.

Coincidentally, Chen Jin had just come out of the restroom when he saw a figure swiftly passing by the stairwell corner.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, no, they weren’t deceiving him.

Wasn’t it before the bell? Sister Yao left early?

Quite odd.

He slowly returned to the classroom, thought for a moment, and decided to tell Boss Pei about this strange event.

At that time, Pei Yanzheng was leaning back in his chair, playing a game on his phone. He listened casually, then turned off his phone and turned to ask, "Are you sure?"

Chen Jin nodded, "One hundred percent sure."