Qing Chen raised his eyebrows; he hadn't expected Nan Gengchen to possess a talent for such unorthodox methods.
But if they really went through with it, his "Daytime" organization, already bearing the stigma of "pyramid schemes" and "Happy Sect," would likely become infamous for all eternity.
On a piece of paper, Qing Chen asked, "Are you serious?"
Nan Gengchen replied, "I was just thinking about it when I was bored..."
After school in the morning, Qi Duo and Zhang Lanjin left together. Wang Jiale had been waiting on the playground for a while, and the three of them went to a small restaurant off-campus, each ordering a portion of rice with toppings.
Zhang Lanjin looked at Wang Jiale, "By the way, you also attended the AMC10 math competition in Xian City, representing your school, right? Qi Duo and I went too."
Unlike Los Angeles Foreign Language School, where Wang Jiale studied and only five people attended, Luo Yi High School booked four large buses, bringing over two hundred potential qualifiers.
This was the difference in strength between the two schools.
Wang Jiale shoveled a large spoonful of rice into his mouth, "It's our school now. You guys are also students of Los Angeles Foreign Language School."
Zhang Lanjin paused for a moment, "I'm still getting used to it. It's not that important… I remember after that math competition, you said in our middle school group chat that your school had a particularly impressive Time Traveler. Who is it?"
"Have you heard of a title," Wang Jiale looked at Zhang Lanjin, "the 'Strongest Examinee in History'?"
"Yes, it's about that student who insisted on taking the exam in a wheelchair even though he was sick," Zhang Lanjin said, "That story even made the news."
Wang Jiale tapped his spoon against his food container, "That's the one."
"Huh?" Both Zhang Lanjin and Qi Duo were stunned.
"He wasn't in a wheelchair because he was sick," Wang Jiale explained, "He was in that condition because he had been shot in the abdomen with a firearm during a battle between Time Travelers the night before. The media wanted to interview him, but they never found his contact information. I heard they even went to his house to wait for him, and heard that he had just moved."
After exchanging glances, Qi Duo and Zhang Lanjin shared a common perception; the Freemasonry at Luo Yi High School was considered among the best in-school Time Traveler organizations in the country. Although they had heard that the Time Traveler Organizations at Jingcheng No. 4 Middle School, Renmin University Affiliated High School, and Haicheng First High School were also formidable, they had never actually seen them.
They figured that they were all roughly the same, with the Time Travelers at the top high schools probably being a bit stronger, but after all, they were still students, so their strength was limited.
Therefore, Freemasonry members were proud. They came to Los Angeles Foreign Language School with a sense of subtle superiority, not too obvious, but definitely present.
For instance, they felt that they were helping other in-school Time Travelers.
But, even though they were formidable, they had never been involved in conflicts involving firearms, that was adults' business.
Wang Jiale continued, "You know about Kunlun, right?"
"Yeah," Qi Duo nodded.
"Although I don't know exactly what Qing Chen did that night, I know it was Kunlun's people who took care of the aftermath for him," Wang Jiale glanced at the two.
Usually, Zhang Lanjin would sometimes show off Luo Yi High School's life in their middle school group chat, like the student council, clubs, competitions...
At Los Angeles Foreign Language School, there was no such thing as clubs...
Back then, Wang Jiale always felt a bit indignant.
Now, he suddenly found a new delight. He indeed couldn't compare to Zhang Lanjin, but his classmate, Qing Chen, could.
However, he didn't mention the incident that occurred on the way back to Los Angeles City, because Tian Hailong had reminded everyone that it would be best not to spread the word, as Zhou Xuanying's parents might trouble Qing Chen.
Zhang Lanjin asked, "If he was injured, why did he still participate in the AMC10 math competition?"
Wang Jiale said, "Don't you understand the spirit of never giving up? He's the god of study at our school, not someone normal people can understand!"
"No, wait," Qi Duo interjected, "I had a classmate in the same exam room as him, and he said the Time Traveler in the wheelchair had completely blank scratch paper, he didn't really answer any questions seriously."
Wang Jiale was momentarily breathless and then said, "Considering the extent of his injuries, it's already impressive that he could take the exam."
However, just then, Zhang Lanjin suddenly said, "The AMC10 results, they're coming out today."
Typically, AMC10 results would be released about 10-16 days after the exam.
"You can ask the teacher in charge," Zhang Lanjin said, "Ask how many points Qing Chen scored in the competition."
Wang Jiale was somewhat reluctant, "Didn't I tell you, he was injured then. How much can you expect him to have scored?"
"Just ask," Zhang Lanjin urged, looking forward expectantly at Wang Jiale.
"Alright," Wang Jiale sighed.
At that moment, the rice with toppings in front of Qi Duo and Zhang Lanjin had cooled down, but neither of them had any appetite left.
Then they saw Wang Jiale take out his phone and call Tian Hailong to inquire about Qing Chen's AMC10 competition score.
But after just two seconds, his expression had completely blanked, "Okay, teacher, I understand..."
Tian Hailong's voice was faintly audible from the phone, "You don't need to compare yourself to him, after all, his situation is quite special… your score is also very good, you made it to the next round..."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Jiale silently stared at his rice with toppings, suddenly feeling like he had lost his appetite.