The World Was Still Normal
"Damn, this is definitely the scene on the first day of school!" Holding a stack of notes from last semester, Feng Xue hurried to the door of the Copy Room, but due to the rule of "no running around in the corridor", there was already a long queue when he arrived at the photocopying room.
However, Feng Xue didn't find this difficult. He calmly walked to the door, smiled, and said to the teacher who was printing notes and lecturing students for not taking proper notes:
"Teacher, have my notes been printed yet?"
"?" The teacher frowned upon hearing this, thinking, "Who are you?" Then, Feng Xue magically slipped him a coin, her expression still shy as she said:
"I was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, and you told me to leave the notes there so you could print them out for me!"
As Feng Xue spoke, she gave the teacher a suggestive look. The teacher followed her gaze, then immediately slapped his forehead and said:
"Look at me, I've been so busy I forgot! Don't worry, I'll print it for you right away!"
After saying that, he picked up the notebook that he had left "sometime" and walked to the photocopier.
The students in line saw that Feng Xue was poised and the teacher seemed apologetic. Although they were somewhat dissatisfied, their dissatisfaction was directed more at the teacher who had forgotten Feng Xue's notes than at Feng Xue, the "victim."
It's not that these students are easy to fool; the main issue is that there's an inherent antagonism between students and teachers in high school, especially since most of those who come to print notebooks at this time are those who don't take proper notes in class.
These students are constantly being disciplined by teachers, and coupled with adolescent rebellion, the subconscious belief that "the one who is wrong is always the one in a higher position" naturally develops.
That's what they said, but Feng Xue didn't actually have to wait too long. A high school that was able to set up a computer room and a laboratory in 2001 naturally wouldn't skimp on photocopying equipment. Under the operation of the machine that was originally used to print Exam Paper in the Copy Room, Feng Xue's dozen or so notebooks were quickly printed. In fact, the teacher who received... cough cough, felt guilty about "forgetting Feng Xue's notebooks" even helped him bind them.
"Thank you, teacher!" At the door of the Copy Room, Feng Xue took the plastic bag containing the notes and slipped another coin to the teacher. Although she really wanted to take it out and look at it right away, considering that there might be rules like "don't read while walking," she reluctantly walked back to the classroom.
"Thank you for the notes, I've already printed them out." Feng Xue smiled as she returned the dozen or so notebooks to her deskmate, who was engrossed in an English book, and looked somewhat surprised.
"So fast?"
"Yes, the teacher in the Copy Room is very nice." Feng Xue replied with a gentle smile. Her deskmate didn't delve into it, since she had never printed notes before and always went to the Copy Room to get the test papers for the teacher. Hearing him say that, she took the dozen or so notebooks and carefully put them back into her School Bag.
Seeing that she had put it away, Feng Xue took out a math notebook. As he opened the notebook, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thankfully, they didn't cause me any trouble in this area." Looking at the actual first semester of high school (although it was actually beyond the syllabus), Feng Xue breathed a slight sigh of relief. Before he transmigrated, he had worked for a paranormal organization, and the most inhumane thing about that organization was that they replaced all the textbooks in the school with advanced calculus textbooks, making a group of characters with middle school backgrounds do calculus, and they even had the audacity to call it—
"The ghosts in this book have been trapped in Ghost School for decades. Ghost teachers set questions every year, and ghost students study them every year. When everyone gets full marks, the ghost teachers will naturally increase the difficulty of the questions. As the difficulty of the questions increases, the content of the explanations will naturally become more profound. This cycle has continued for decades. It's good enough that you haven't been forced to do mathematical conjectures!"
He had been worried that this same thing might happen in this Ghost School, but now it seems that either the ghosts in the Ghost School have limited intelligence, or the school is not too old.
Although that's what she said, Feng Xue still looked at it carefully. Although she got a perfect score in English thanks to Translation Konjac and had the power of "Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart" in science, humanities is not just a matter of whether you know how to do it. Because what you need to answer is not how to answer the question, but how the question setter wants you to answer it.
This hope will take on completely different forms in different social contexts, historical periods, and international environments.
For example, when the focus is on economic development, you should answer that a cat is a good cat as long as it catches mice, regardless of whether it's black or white.
But when it comes to valuing the environment, you have to answer that green mountains and clear waters are invaluable assets.
Although this is all old news, Feng Xue doesn't know much about the history of this world, so she still has to get the teachers' thoughts from her deskmate's notes.
The morning passed quietly without anything strange happening, but anyone who has experienced High School Life will understand that High School Life where nothing happens is the ultimate form of Chinese-style horror.
"New guy, still reading here? Let's go grab a bite to eat together?"
Just as Feng Xue began reciting interpretations of historical figures, a voice came from not far away.
The speaker was a tall man, about 1.9 meters tall, with a strong build and a buzz cut, who had the aura of a sporty and handsome guy.
Feng Xue mentally recalled the notes on the attendance list and said with a smile:
"Okay, just a moment, I'll drop my bag off at my dorm on the way."
"No problem!"
Seeing that the other person had entered the social distance of an acquaintance quite naturally, Feng Xue didn't pay much attention, quickly stuffed her notebook into her School Bag, and then walked towards the dormitory building.
Students' malice can sometimes come from very strange sources. Sometimes, even if you're not exactly a loner, your stationery or notes left in the classroom can be damaged for no reason.
As for things like randomly scribbling nicknames, that's commonplace. Some people might even tear up your textbooks not because they dislike you, but because they just can't stand seeing a complete book.
Although Feng Xue had written down everything in the notebook, it was ultimately an important prop for him to create his image. What would he do if the notebook were damaged?
Will picking a fight elicit responses like, "Why doesn't he just tear up other people's books?" Or will tolerating it make me a prime target for bullying, someone who can't fight back?
Feng Xue, who had many ideas about this school, naturally wouldn't reveal his true intentions easily. While chatting with a few students who had gathered around, he locked his School Bag into his dormitory before casually saying:
"It's the first day of school today, so just tell me what you want to eat, it's on me!"
P. S.: I actually ran that paranormal group in the book. All the exams required passing the corresponding subject were extremely difficult, it was unbelievable...
PS2: I find it hard to understand why some people say you don't need to take notes in high school... When I was in school, textbooks were useless. We relied on a few notebooks for review. Basically, all students only carried notebooks and exercise books in their School Bag. Textbooks were just left at school, on the desk or in the drawer. It didn't matter if they were lost, since we didn't need them in class anyway.