Sweetlove: Spoiled by My Childhood Sweetheart

Chapter 54: Chapter 54 Shen Zhaozhao, why are you in my room?

Sheng Chuyi’s handsome face blushed as he hurriedly picked up the clothes on the bed and put them on, “Zhaozhao, why are you in my room?”

The clothes he usually wore were all bought by Qin Suxin, who always liked to buy him shorts with various strange cartoon patterns.

At first, Sheng Chuyi found them very childish and stubbornly refused to wear them, but since he went to the beach last time and saw everyone else dressing like that, he gradually became less resistant.

However, now that Zhaozhao had seen him, he felt inexplicably embarrassed.

“It’s because…” Zhaozhao was just about to answer when she suddenly remembered she had climbed in through the balcony, and a hint of guilt flashed across her face.

“It’s because I walked in,” she answered stiffly.

Sheng Chuyi looked at her suspiciously, then glanced at the door, “But I remember locking the door.” He had locked the door from the inside while he slept in the afternoon, worried that this girl might sneak in to grab homework.

He had worked up a sweat while sleeping and took a quick cold shower only for this girl to have gotten in during that time.

Zhaozhao’s eyes involuntarily began to wander.

The more Sheng Chuyi looked, the more he felt something was off, his gaze suddenly falling on the balcony door behind her.

Zhaozhao realized she might have forgotten to close the balcony window when she came in and it was already too late to try and close it now.

Sheng Chuyi walked past her and saw that the balconies of the two houses were wide open.

“Zhaozhao, did you climb over from the balcony?” Sheng Chuyi stared at her, “Do you know this is the second floor?”

“I, I was just anxious,” Zhaozhao said guiltily, “It’s your fault for locking the door! I’ll be more careful next time!” she said, suddenly becoming more self-assured. “By the way, I took your homework first.” After saying that, she picked up the summer homework from the desk and ran outside.

Sheng Chuyi stared at the balcony window, then went over and closed it. Turning around to head back to his room, he took a few steps but couldn’t help returning to lock it properly, only then feeling completely at ease.

On the last day of summer vacation, Zhaozhao stayed up until the early morning completing her homework, showing up at school the next day with a groggy head.

As a result, the homeroom teacher merely glanced at her face and let her go without even checking her homework—didn’t even flip through it, just had the class representative take it all to his office.

Rumor has it that he had it carted away by an old man who collects scrap soon after.

Zhaozhao felt deeply wronged.

So what was the point of all her hard work on the homework?

Youyou, looking at her deskmate who was catching up on sleep in class on the first day of school, couldn’t help but worry for her, “Next year, you’ll be in middle school, and if you keep this up, you definitely won’t be able to be in the same class as Sheng Chuyi during the streaming exam.”

“What’s a streaming exam?” Zhaozhao asked, propping up her sleepy head.

Youyou: “You don’t know? There’s a streaming exam when you start middle school, and Sheng Chuyi will definitely be placed in the advanced class.”

“Uh?” Zhaozhao honestly didn’t know.

If she couldn’t be in the same class as Yiyi, how could she continue to copy homework from him?

No, she had to be in the same class.

So, in her last year of elementary school, Zhaozhao, the King of Laziness, finally stopped slacking off and started to earnestly strive for better grades.

Chen Shuo was very pleased.

The girl finally knew the value of striving for success.

He even specifically reached out to Zhaozhao’s parents, suggesting he continue tutoring Zhaozhao in Olympic Mathematics.

Perhaps it was the confidence boost from last time’s Olympic Mathematics award that made Daddy Zhaozhao feel as if his daughter might have more choices than just street sweeping in her future, and he happily agreed to Chen Shuo’s proposal.