The first evening study session started quickly.
Those who hadn’t finished their howork pulled it out to either catch up or just start copying.
But students like Shen Yuan, who had already finished, started studying on their own.
Shen Yuan was still focused on math.
Even though Shen Yuan felt his abilities were a world apart from what they used to be,
the math problems remained, unchanging.
What he didn’t know, he still didn’t know.
It was impossible to apply the abilities rewarded by the system all at once.
Doing more problems was the only way to digest this new skill faster.
Old Zhou found a mont to stroll around the classroom.
Class 15 was usually rowdy, but they were quiet when it was ti to study.
Old Zhou watched the students study, satisfied.
The next second.
CLICK!
Class 15 was instantly plunged into darkness.
Before any gasps could escape, the lights flickered back on, and Old Zhou’s voice bood.
"Wei Shaohua, Wu Zhijie, Yang Shuai, get out here with !"
The three Light Apostles who dared to move against the darkness had fallen.
"How did they even get caught for that?"
Zhou Shaojie shook his head, expressing his disdain for the fall of the three Light Apostles.
After a mont of waiting and getting no reaction, Zhou Shaojie leaned over to look at Shen Yuan.
"Yuan, what’s up with you today?"
As he spoke, his eyes widened in disbelief. "You finished your howork?"
Shen Yuan nodded without paying him any mind.
Seeing this, Ah Jie put on a look of utter grief.
"You’ve abandoned . You were never like this before."
The mont Ah Jie finished speaking, Shen Yuan picked up a paper from his desk and tossed it in front of him.
It was the Chinese howork!
At the sight of it, Ah Jie’s eyes instantly lit up with a brilliant glow.
How should one put it?
When it ca to howork, the value of the Chinese assignnt was beyond question.
The reason was simple: it had the most words.
The reason the Chinese howork was usually the first to get copied was precisely because it was so slow to copy!
Compared to other assignnts, the speed of copying Chinese howork was infuriatingly slow!
And if you tried to speed things up with cursive, the results were predictable.
If Sister Lan was in a good mood and didn’t check the howork, you might get away with it. But if she did check, it would just be the cliché story of one long-suffering person torturing another.
So, for Shen Yuan to hand the Chinese howork directly to Ah Jie right now, the "fatherly" vibes were off the charts.
Normally, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration for Ah Jie to call him "Godfather" for this!
Ah Jie knew how to play along.
"Godfather! This child will take his leave now!"
Ah Jie took the howork reverently, and then... ’Ti to copy! I’m going to fucking copy my heart out!’
By the ti the first evening study session ended, Ah Jie had already finished copying both the Chinese and English howork from Shen Yuan.
For Ah Jie, the feeling was simply incredible.
"YES!!"
The mont Ah Jie shouted, he saw Shen Yuan shoot him a glare, and he imdiately quieted down like a frightened quail.
"Godfather, calm your anger. This child will shut his mouth now."
With that, Ah Jie pantomid zipping his lips and tiptoed out of his seat.
Nearby, Ji Ningning, who was sitting in the aisle seat, had just finished stretching and relaxing. But when she turned her head, she saw three study freaks grinding away at their work.
Besides Shen Yuan and Li Zhi, there was also He Zhiyu.
He Zhiyu was scrambling to finish her howork solely because she had been busy writing *Defend and Steal*.
But the mont she rembered the ssage Shen Yuan had sent that morning, Ji Ningning’s mood soured.
"Ningning, want to go to the bathroom?" her best friend, Yao Yao, sent the two-player invite.
Ji Ningning politely declined. "No, I’m good. I want to finish my howork first."
Yao Yao nodded slightly. She knew her best friend was a study freak, so she grabbed another girl and went to the bathroom.
If Ji Ningning knew what Yao Yao was thinking, she would have probably jumped up in protest.
’I’m the one being forced to grind!’
In the hallway of Class 15, a group of boys were playing a stacking ga.
As everyone knows, when one boy leans over the hallway railing, another boy will soon appear behind him, followed quickly by a third and a fourth.
This kind of Nantong behavior didn’t bother the participants. On the contrary, the atmosphere was harmonious and filled with laughter.
This behavior was especially prominent in Class 15.
Tong Churou watched the writhing human centipede, montarily at a loss for words.
Class 14 next door used to be like this, too. After all, being so close, they were often wrangled into the antics by the boys of Class 15 and naturally beca Nantong as well.
But now, thanks to the presence of the Demon Cultivator, Tong Churou, the Nantong atmosphere had declined severely, and an appreciation for stockings was sprouting up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
Tong Churou was feeling a bit an-xious.
She realized her English had been slipping.
She had spent too much ti focusing on other subjects, especially physics. To make up for her weakness in physics, she had to temporarily stop morizing English vocabulary.
Just as Shen Yuan had said, a good mory is no match for a worn-out pen.
No matter how good a normal person’s mory was, it still needed constant reinforcent.
After a period of not studying English, Tong Churou discovered her score had dropped on the recent monthly English exam.
In Class 14, most of the students who were good at English were girls, and the only boy who was good at it was actually gay.
While Tong Churou was a social butterfly, her skills were most effective on boys with a normal sexual orientation.
So, when she thought about getting help to improve her English, the only person who ca to mind was Shen Yuan.
’We had that little disagreent before, but it was just about school stuff... right?’
Tong Churou stood at the back door of Class 15 and called out to a boy.
"Excuse ."
Hearing that sweet and breathy voice, Sun Xiansheng felt his bones turn to jelly.
When he saw Tong Churou’s long, slender legs, Sun Xiansheng instantly devolved into a caveman.
"Yes?"
Tong Churou maintained her smile. "Excuse , could you help call for Shen Yuan?"
Hearing Shen Yuan’s na, Sun Xiansheng instantly sobered up.
’Ah, so it’s not my lucky day after all.’
However, Sun Xiansheng didn’t refuse to help just because the romantic opportunity wasn’t for him.
"Yuan, soone’s looking for you!"
Shen Yuan looked at Sun Xiansheng, his eyes full of confusion.
"It’s the girl in the black stockings from next door," Sun Xiansheng said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Not everyone knew about the situation between Shen Yuan and Tong Churou, and Sun Xiansheng was clearly one of the uninford.
After Sun Xiansheng spoke, Shen Yuan saw Li Zhi’s teasing gaze.
"Let explain."
"What’s there to explain to ? Go on, be good."
As Li Zhi spoke, she even stood up to make way for him.
Shen Yuan shot Sun Xiansheng a resentful glare and refused to leave his seat.
"Forget it, Teacher Hou. Just tell her I’m busy."
At the back door of the classroom, Tong Churou saw Shen Yuan shake his head and took a step right into Class 15.
Before Sun Xiansheng could try to talk her out of it, Tong Churou had already arrived at Shen Yuan’s desk.
"Shen Yuan."
By now, the back door of the classroom was already crowded with onlookers.
Sun Xiansheng quickly darted to the back door and found Ah Jie.
"What’s the situation?"
"The old fla and the current childhood sweetheart. It’s over! Oh, my Godfather!"
Ah Jie’s face was a mask of grief.
The clueless Sun Xiansheng finally realized what a huge ss he had just caused.
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