Some Chemistry Questions to Ask Classmate Ji

Ji Chuxing eventually handed Zhao Zhonghai a set of medications designed to curb the progression of neural decay, offering him temporary relief from his rapidly worsening symptoms of premature aging. Her visit to Xi Hua Hall was brief, and she departed well before 5:30 PM.

As she exited the hall, she happened upon Zhou Ru, who had just alighted from her car. Zhou Ru froze for a split second upon spotting Ji Chuxing. It had been ages since their last encounter—so consumed by her busy schedule that Zhou Ru had nearly forgotten about this daughter of hers. Yet now, the mere sight of Ji Chuxing stirred a maelstrom of emotions within her. Each time their paths crossed, memories of the countless humiliations she had endured in front of her resurfaced, gnawing at her pride. And then there was the unbearable reality: having a daughter so unapologetically rebellious, uneducated, and audacious enough to cozy up to Bo Yanchen—a source of endless disgrace.

But even worse than being acknowledged was being ignored altogether. As Ji Chuxing brushed past her without so much as a glance, Zhou Ru snapped.

"Aren't you going to greet me?" she demanded, her voice sharp with indignation.

Ji Chuxing spared her a fleeting, indifferent look. No words were needed; Zhou Ru read volumes in that cold gaze—an unspoken dismissal that cut deeper than any insult. In truth, Ji Chuxing hadn't given her a second thought. To her, Zhou Ru was nothing more than an irrelevant figure, unworthy of acknowledgment.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Zhou Ru lashed out. "It's not even dismissal time yet! What are you doing here? Skipping class again, I suppose? Let me tell you, just because you've managed to latch onto Bo—"

Her tirade was cut short as Ji Chuxing calmly slipped on her earphones, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and strode away, treating Zhou Ru's words as no more than background noise.

Fuming, Zhou Ru hesitated for a moment, torn between chasing after her and fulfilling the purpose of her visit. Ultimately, duty won out, and she marched into Xi Hua Hall.

"Oh, you're asking about the renowned healer? She just left," the receptionist informed her matter-of-factly.

Zhou Ru cursed her timing under her breath. Clearing her throat to compose herself, she adopted the regal demeanor befitting a wealthy matron. "I am Madam Wen. I've come to request your healer's presence at our estate to tend to my elderly mother-in-law. Here is thirty thousand yuan as an advance payment. Should she restore my mother-in-law's health, the Wen family will reward her handsomely. We hope she can make time to visit tomorrow."

The receptionist regarded her with mild curiosity but remained unfazed. "Our healer has a strict policy: all first-time patients must come to Xi Hua Hall in person. Furthermore, she adheres to a fixed schedule for consultations. As this is your initial appointment, I'm afraid your queue number falls beyond three hundred sixty."

"What?!" Zhou Ru blanched, struggling to maintain her composure. "Do you not understand who I am? I am Madam Wen of the South City Wen family!"

Did Xi Hua Hall truly dare to defy the Wen family?

The receptionist blinked, seemingly unimpressed. "Regardless of one's status, appointments are processed in the order they are received."

This steadfast response only reinforced the healer's reputation in Zhou Ru's mind. Realizing her threats held no sway, she softened her tone. "I apologize for the misunderstanding. Please assist me in securing an appointment. Might I inquire when the healer will next hold consultations?"

"The schedule remains tentative, subject to her availability."

After all, the healer had college entrance exams to prepare for!

Though Zhou Ru eventually left Xi Hua Hall, she was far from giving up. She would stop at nothing to secure the healer's services, even if it meant paying exorbitant sums to treat her mother-in-law.

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The following morning, during the break between classes, Wu Fangying couldn't wait to track down Ji Chuxing. He feared she might vanish the moment school ended.

At that moment, Ji Chuxing was engrossed in a mobile game with Lu Xing, Zhao Feifei, and Wu Hao. Their fingers flew across their screens as they shouted in unison, "Ji, save us!"

Meanwhile, other students clustered around Zhou Sixue, seeking help with English. In another corner, groups exchanged recitations of vocabulary lists.

Wu Fangying felt as though he had stumbled into some bizarre alternate universe. Clearing his throat, he ventured, "Miss Ji?"

Ji Chuxing glanced up, her expression unreadable.

Wu Fangying's eyes lit up. "Miss Ji! Do you have a moment? I'd like to discuss a few questions regarding a chemistry experiment."

The surrounding students gawked in disbelief. Wasn't Ji Chuxing, despite her legendary status, still the ringleader of slackers? Could a notorious underachiever really be consulted by a teacher?

Eyes wide, Wu Hao paused mid-game. "Teacher Wu, are you sure you've got the right person?"

Their revered Ji never completed her chemistry assignments—well, except by copying his work.

Wu Fangying bristled. "Of course I have the right person! I specifically sought out Miss Ji. I have questions about a chemistry experiment I wish to discuss with her!"

What was wrong with these students? Did they think a teacher couldn't humbly seek guidance?

All eyes turned to Ji Chuxing, dozens of heads swiveling in unison. If the room had been silent, one might have heard the collective crack of necks turning.

Without hesitation, Ji Chuxing set down her phone, took a sip from a jelly pouch, and said simply, "Let's go."

"Wait…" Wu Hao protested weakly, raising a hand in futile objection.

"Ji, the game!" Zhao Feifei exclaimed, dumbfounded.

Heads whipped toward the door once more as Ji Chuxing, still focused on her game, followed Wu Fangying out. Moments later, cheers erupted behind them.

"We won!"

"Trust Ji; she'll lead us to triumph!"

Hearing the celebratory sounds emanating from her phone, Wu Fangying ventured cautiously, "Miss Ji, did I interrupt your game?"

Ji Chuxing tucked her phone away. "Not particularly."

Wu Fangying blinked, unsure how to respond. "Miss Ji, allow me to explain. There's a chemistry experiment I've been working on for half a year, but I haven't achieved satisfactory results. I'd value your insights. The experiment involves…"

As they conversed, they made their way toward the laboratory building. Though Ji Chuxing rarely bothered with homework or paid attention in class, she approached scientific research with unwavering seriousness.

From upstairs, Wen Xinyue observed their animated exchange.

"Why is Teacher Wu speaking with Ji Chuxing, of all people?" someone muttered.

"Xinyue, didn't Teacher Wu assign you to work on the experiment with her? Surely he wouldn't involve Ji Chuxing too?"

"How could he? She doesn't even know the periodic table by heart, let alone conduct experiments."

"You're right. I must be overthinking it."

Wen Xinyue frowned. "Don't speak ill of my sister. She actually studies hard."

"Xinyue, you're too kind. Everyone knows she spends her days sleeping in Class 16."

Pressing her lips together, Wen Xinyue retorted, "Stop saying she's a poor student—it'll hurt her feelings. Besides, she's been cleaning the lab recently. Perhaps Teacher Wu simply wanted to discuss her duties."

The others exchanged knowing smirks. Indeed, someone like Ji Chuxing was only fit for menial tasks like cleaning.

Though Wen Xinyue defended her sister outwardly, unease gnawed at her. She recalled Teacher Wu's unusual behavior toward Ji Chuxing the previous day. Had something changed that she wasn't aware of?

In the Qihang classroom, Tang Chuxin watched the scene unfold, a faint smile playing on her lips. Yesterday's events had taught her a valuable lesson: wasting energy on someone like Ji Chuxing was futile. Still, the incident had left its mark. Now, she needed to focus on the upcoming city-wide mock exam and arts festival. She would rebuild her reputation, piece by piece.