Unveil Her Secret Identities
Chapter 170 might be the last one _1

Chapter 170: 170 might be the last one _1

When Instructor Li took up the issue with the students, the result ended unresolved. The students admitted that they had indeed blocked Xun Ze’s path, but they claimed that they were as surprised as anyone else when Xun Ze was knocked down the stairs, stating it had been an accident.

Someone even stepped forward to take the blame, claiming that he had placed his foot where Xun Ze tripped and had fallen down the stairs, which was completely unintentional.

What else could he say?

So, he could only walk away helplessly.

Lu Qingyi was standing not far from Instructor Li. She clearly witnessed Instructor Li’s futile arguments and the cunning defenses offered by the students of Oral Medicine.

An accident?

She, Lu Qingyi, would never believe such words. How could there be so many accidents?

"Professor, I finally found you."

Wei Song ran to Lu Qingyi somewhat breathlessly.

He had called Lu Qingyi, but she didn’t answer, so he looked for her all around the sports field and finally found her.

"Do you need anything?"

Lu Qingyi asked, her expression indifferent.

"This is for you, the hottest item from the shop," Wei Song said as he handed a bag to Lu Qingyi, smiling awkwardly.

He had tried it and it tasted quite good, but it was a bit too rich for his liking. He didn’t know if Lu Qingyi would like it.

Lu Qingyi has unique tastes. No one could really figure out what she liked.

They knew she liked sweets, but she was very particular; not all desserts would do.

"You could substitute the all-purpose flour with cake flour; it would improve the texture."

Lu Qingyi took out a piece of dessert from the bag and started giving feedback as she swallowed one bite.

Wei Song: "..."

What’s with Lu Qingyi’s absurdly good taste? She can even tell what kind of flour was used to make the dessert. Her tongue is quite impressive.

His girlfriend’s shop had run out of cake flour, so they had to use all-purpose flour instead. He never thought Lu Qingyi would be able to tell the difference.

"Professor, how could you taste the difference?" Wei Song asked curiously. He had tasted the dessert before but didn’t notice much of a difference.

How did Lu Qingyi know what type of flour was used?

"Cake flour has the lowest protein content and is suitable for making cakes, desserts, and biscuits that require a fluffy and soft texture. All-purpose flour is the common flour found in supermarkets and is mainly used for making buns. There is a difference between the two; you can tell by looking at them, and their texture when eaten is also different." Lu Qingyi slowly replied, with absolute seriousness, while holding a piece of dessert in her hand.

She had always been interested in food research. She could make desserts too, but she was usually too lazy to do it herself.

"Professor, you are so knowledgeable." Wei Song’s eyes sparkled. He knew that Lu Qingyi was amazing, but he hadn’t expected her to be proficient in so many areas.

Lu Qingyi: "..."

Lu Qingyi looked at Wei Song as if he were an idiot, thinking that it is common knowledge, and how could he not know it, especially when his girlfriend owned a dessert shop.

Wei Song: "Professor, I want to ask you a question."

"Hmm."

"How should I propose to my girlfriend?"

Wei Song asked. His relationship with his girlfriend had always been stable, and the only thing left was to get their marriage certificate.

He was twenty-eight years old and it was time for him to get married. He just didn’t know how to propose.

Lu Qingyi: "..."

"We’ve been together for a long time. I want to propose to her."

Wei Song scratched the back of his head as he spoke, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Lu Qingyi responded with a question: "You think I would know?" A faint twitch played at the corner of her mouth.

Wei Song: "...Hehe, I’ll figure it out myself."

Wei Song chuckled awkwardly. He realized that someone as aloof as Lu Qingyi probably wouldn’t know much about romance.

——

"Instructor, we drew the last slot."

Class Leader Xia Qiao handed over the paper slip she had drawn to Instructor Li. She wasn’t sure whether it was good luck or bad luck.

"The pressure must be considerable."

"Being the last one does have its advantages. It gives me time to prepare mentally."

"Class leader, you really have a knack for luck."

"What do you think our chances are of ranking last?"

"Those students from Oral Medicine are so shameless."

"Absolutely, Xun Ze is really unlucky."

"..."

"Alright then, since Xun Ze was injured, we inevitably have to select another person to participate. You can decide among yourselves who will be."

Instructor Li rubbed his forehead, feeling quite frustrated.

He seemed to foresee the final result.

At the start of the competition, the students from Traditional Chinese Medicine sat and watched. The other classes seemed fairly proficient.

Five people each with five shots made a total of 250 points. After all the classes except for Traditional Chinese Medicine had finished their round, the highest score was 210 points and the lowest was 180 points.

"Although the scores don’t seem particularly high, I’m already trembling with fear."

"I think it’s quite difficult."

"I’m suddenly a bit scared."

"With five bullets, I can only score up to 35 points at most."

"..."

Some people had already foreseen the inevitable outcome before the competition even began.

They were all novices who had never handled a gun before, and their aim was not particularly good. It was pretty difficult to score over eight points with only a few days of military training.

"Buck up, you can do it," Instructor Li encouraged, patting the five male students’ shoulders.

Lu Qingyi sat on the steps, her body sprawled lazily, creating a stark contrast with the nervous contestants.

Ren Changming was the first to compete. He was gripping the gun tightly with sweaty hands. He picked up the gun, took aim, and started to shoot, his heart pounding.

Apart from Xun Ze, he was the most accurate shooter in their class. If he could score high, the final result wouldn’t look too bad.

"Bang!" One shot.

"Bang!" Two shots.

"Bang!" Three shots.

"Bang!" Four shots.

"Bang!" Five shots.

Ren Changming quickly fired all five shots, taking just one minute per shot.

"Eight rings, seven rings, nine rings, eight rings, eight rings, totaling 39 rings, 40 points."

The referee quickly counted Ren Changming’s score.

Among the group of students, Ren Changming did fairly well.

The next three contestants scored 32, 33, and 35 points, respectively.

The total so far was 140 points.

"Oh my god, just 140 points. It seems we’re destined to come in last."

"Unless we can score 50 points, the last place will definitely be ours."

"I started off confident, but now I’m really..."

"It’s all Oral Medicine’s fault for being so ruthless."

"We were doing so well earlier, and then we ended up coming last in shooting."

"If only someone could hit the same spot with all five shots, then we could come in first."

"..."

The last contestant hadn’t even started yet, but the students from the Traditional Chinese Medicine were already anticipating the worst. They believed they had fairly earned the last place in the competition.

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