Using all her efforts, she still couldn’t make the relationship progress any further.
She was just a high school girl, not as strong as she imagined herself to be, and said, feeling despondent:
"I might have to just find a boy to date casually in the future, and I’ll never be happy again."
Shen Qing’e comforted her, "Rember once Jiang Yanan invited us to the mall for lunch? We said to eat casually, but the lunch turned out to be actually delicious."
Yu Wen: "But that wasn’t what I wanted to eat."
Shen Qing’e: ’You’re hard to please.’
With a 10 cm hairstyle, ng Gui joined the conversation, "I really envy you girls, even if you can’t get the person you like, you can still just find soone to date."
Lu Qiqi glanced at ng Gui and said, "No matter what, girls have people pursuing them; you guys have to work hard to have a wife."
ng Gui: "That’s why I’ve decided to get married right after college graduation."
Lu Qiqi: "Are you dating soone?"
ng Gui: "Nope, I’m just picking a date first."
Lu Qiqi was sweating.
She couldn’t be bothered with this fool and started fiddling with her iPhone 5S: "Wenwen, I think you should find a guy who likes you and is willing to do anything for you."
"You see the 5S in my hand? Back then, a college student chasing gave it to ."
Wang Longlong was shocked: "Do college students have so much money now? They give away iPhones worth thousands without a second thought?"
Even though the iPhone 6 is now released, the 5S is still sothing most students can’t afford.
Lu Qiqi laughed at the words: "He did give it to , but he bought it in installnts over 24 periods, it’s hilarious; we broke up, and he’s probably still paying for it."
Her laughter was cold, carrying a thick sense of mockery that made people uncomfortable.
Ma Shicheng, who was doing an English test paper, raised his head and asked, "So what are you laughing at? Laughing at his foolishness or your cleverness?"
Lu Qiqi’s smile paused: "Of course I’m laughing at him being foolish, isn’t he dumb?"
"He looks like a toad and always wants to take out; when we stand together, he looks like a senior to ."
ng Gui glanced at her face and spoke: "Don’t belittle others; the key is, you’re not particularly pretty either, just ordinary in reality."
Lu Qiqi’s face changed: "None of your damn business!"
ng Gui: "Using the scoring system I built, your looks are only a 3."
ng Zi Yun, who had been mingling around, suddenly felt strong discomfort hearing ng Gui’s words.
ng Zi Yun used to be a big sister, exceptionally popular during elentary school, but due to character issues, she faced judgnts from outsiders more than once.
Later, realizing the environnt had changed, she voluntarily distanced herself from bad friends and reford.
She herself was pretty, enough to srize the excellent Cao Kun, which speaks volus.
However, due to an unpleasant past, she hated being judged by others, and now facing such a situation again, directly triggered her stress response.
Despite having little friendship with Lu Qiqi, ng Zi Yun stood up at that mont and bluntly scolded ng Gui:
"Where do you get the right to score us girls? We reject being defined!"
Her montum as a heroine fully revealed, containing an oppressive aura from years as a big sister, created by slapping countless defiant ones, making people frightened at the sight.
Lu Qiqi felt her affection increase significantly when soone backed her.
Although she and Yu Wen and the others got along well, the three of them weren’t as refined and self-serving as she was.
Previously, when a boy pursued Jiang Yanan, Lu Qiqi advised her to extract more benefits, but unfortunately, Jiang Yanan didn’t take her advice.
Now, upon hearing ng Zi Yun’s independent statent, Lu Qiqi deeply resonated, realizing they were of the sa mindset.
After being scolded by ng Zi Yun, ng Gui reacted calmly, scrutinized her, and concluded:
"You’re a 2."
ng Zi Yun nearly went crazy, her first thought not being to curse ng Gui but falling into doubt, ’Why am I ranked lower than Lu Qiqi?’
An imnse indignation filled her heart, prompting her to retort:
"You say I’m a 2, then I’m a 2? Who do you think you are?"
ng Gui ignored her, turned his gaze to Jiang Yanan, assessed, and said: "6."
"Shen Qing’e, 7."
"Yu Wen, 5."
Ma Shicheng: "Not bad, quite objective."
ng Zi Yun struggled to maintain composure, her inner rage causing emotional fluctuation: "You think you say it and that it is? Laughable, who cares about your scores?"
ng Gui continued: "Wang Yan Yan, 2.5."
ng Zi Yun’s nerves almost snapped; Wang Yan Yan, who looks like a flounder, compared to her?
"That’s hilarious."
"Talking nonsense, aren’t you?"
"You’re really good at pretending."
After grading, ng Gui left with flair, leaving ng Zi Yun fuming on the spot.
Wang Longlong thought to himself, ’Isn’t it better to just sit back and watch? Why get involved in our Class 8 drama.’
However, seeing ng Zi Yun defeated, he felt quite pleased inside; the shadow she cast on him during elentary school seed to have faded a lot.
...
The more ng Zi Yun thought about it, the angrier she got. She went back and vented through a short essay on QQ Space:
"I admit, I don’t have a perfect score in looks, but the environnt in Class 8 truly disappoints ; so male classmates lack even basic decency...
No gender is superior; we are not objects, so why are we being scored? Honestly, so male classmates really let down..."
Cui Yu didn’t even look and comnted below: "Triggered and upset!"
...
During the second afternoon class, the English teacher Chen Haiyang stepped into the classroom.
With a head of black hair, youthful and vigorous, he strode like a dragon, standing up on the podium.
Chen Haiyang’s voice bood: "Did you finish the test paper from last night’s self-study?"
After receiving a positive reply, Chen Haiyang said: "Then let’s go over the paper."
Chen Haiyang liked to circle around the class while teaching; this behavior effectively enhanced the students’ attention.
When covering the test paper, he would often skip over unimportant questions.
Reaching the cloze test, Chen Haiyang wrote the answers on the blackboard, asking the students to compare them first.
He wasn’t worried about the students in the front row because of their proficiency in English, but the back row sotis struggled to keep up.
He wandered to the back row and asked the studious Duan Shigang: "How many did you get right?"
Duan Shigang: "Got 10 right."
Chen Haiyang nodded: "Not bad, a fifty percent chance."
Then, Chen Haiyang walked to Ma Shicheng and his group.
In the last monthly exam, Ma Shicheng’s English score doubled, from 25 to 50 points, improving rapidly, so Chen Haiyang had high expectations for him.
Chen Haiyang looked at Ma Shicheng’s test paper and asked: "How many did you get right?"
Ma Shicheng took a deep breath and instead of answering directly, he asked: "Teacher, is there a mistake in the answers on the blackboard?"
There was a hint of surprise and uncertainty in his tone.
Chen Haiyang: "Do you doubt my 30 years of teaching experience?"
Their dialogue wasn’t deliberately softened, and from the front row, Dong Qingfeng laughed and said: "Ma Shicheng, face the answers bravely, man up, don’t avoid it."
Yu Wen: "Are you just banking on a fluke?"
The top student Song Sheng gave Ma Shicheng an undisguised look of disdain: "Ma Shicheng, with a one-in-four chance if you pick A, B, C, or D, I bet you got 15 wrong, but your luck is not great, so it should be 16."
After Song Sheng finished speaking, many classmates burst out laughing, "Hahaha, his luck really isn’t good."
Ma Shicheng had previously been last in the class, crowned thrice in a row, and since his personality wasn’t extre, everyone felt at ease teasing him, not worried he held grudges.
Chen Haiyang frowned, wanting to say sothing.
Ma Shicheng appeared composed, gently saying: "Oh, if it wasn’t written in the wrong line, I should have got them all right."
The classroom’s commotion stopped for that mont.
Dong Qingfeng was so shocked that his pen fell, and he said in disbelief: "Are you kidding ?"
Song Sheng squinted even more, releasing a sharp glint: "Ma Shicheng, it’s wrong to lie just for the sake of face?"
Ma Shicheng spread out his test paper, intending to show it to Teacher Chen Haiyang.
Lu Qiqi, who had past grievances against him, seized the chance to press: "Just because you got the answers right, doesn’t an you wrote them."
Ma Shicheng looked around and saw nothing but skepticism; even his usually close classmates wore doubtful expressions.
’What can I gain from defeating them this ti?’
’Forget it, this isn’t the place to explain.’ Ma Shicheng thought, ’I’ll prove it in the next exam.’
He once again deliberately gazed at the blackboard.
In everyone’s eyes, Ma Shicheng’s expression changed from confident to surprised, and he blurted out: "Oops, turns out I really saw it wrong!"
"See, I told you you got it wrong," Song Sheng laughed out loud.
Dong Qingfeng, in the role of an outstanding student, gave him advice from a high position: "Ma Shicheng, oh Ma Shicheng, in learning, always be down-to-earth, don’t indulge in wishful thinking."
The class resud its harmonious atmosphere.
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