Zhang Wei

Su Yan left the space and uploaded photos for the online users.

War God: The little Tibetan Mastiff is pretty cute, but adult Tibetan Mastiffs are more impressive. He's so small he's hardly worth looking at.

Rock: You weren't even as good-looking as War God when you were little.

War God: Yeah right. I was way more handsome than War God when I was little.

Rock: Yes, War God is the most pathetic.

War God: ...

Su Yan had one more thing to do in his life: every day, he had to enter the space and chat with Little War God. There were actually quite a few cats and dogs in his space, but Tibetan Mastiffs were the only ones he truly loved.

The owner of the space possessed vast supernatural powers. He said that the finest Tibetan Mastiffs were native Tibetan Mastiffs. Native Tibetan Mastiffs lived in extremely cold environments, so he had specially divided off an area for Little War God. That area was a world of ice and snow, and the plants there were all winter plants. Of course, he had also thrown in quite a few other animals as prey for the Tibetan Mastiff. With the most suitable environment, along with the spiritual energy of the Spiritual Spring, Little War God grew healthily and quickly, changing almost every day. Gradually, his fur came to resemble a lion's more and more.

With the Tibetan Mastiff, Su Yan's mood improved greatly. He often laughed to himself at school or smiled while looking at his phone. Even so, he still did not like talking to his classmates.

The weather gradually turned colder, and both morning and evening self-study periods were adjusted. Morning self-study now began at 7:15, while evening self-study ended at 9:05. High school was the most exhausting stage of school life. Although they had only just started their first year, there were papers to complete every few days, and all kinds of exams came rushing in, leaving the students groaning in misery.

Morning and evening self-study periods were generally used for memorization. Humanities subjects, including politics and history, all had to be memorized. That was the downside of not having been divided into humanities and science tracks yet. Unfortunately, their school would not divide the tracks until their second year.

At the end of October, during evening history self-study.

The classroom buzzed with the endless sound of recitation.

The history teacher had said that anyone who still could not recite the assigned material today would have to copy it twenty times.

Liang Kui hid behind his book and secretly cursed that the history teacher must have been kicked in the head by a donkey. He sat upright, staring at the textbook and reciting loudly, but what followed was actually a long string of insults: "Damn it, you fat bastard, you stinking donkey! You've eaten too much and have nothing better to do than make us memorize this crap? Making me memorize history—did a door crush your skull? I'm going into science in the future! Memorize your wife's history! No wonder you can't find a wife. Your wife ran off into history to find herself a husband. Even King Zhou would be better than a fat donkey like you, do you understand? Make me memorize history again and don't even think about getting a wife, understand? Do you understand or not?! When the hell are you going to understand?!"

"Teacher! Liang Kui is cursing you! He said you'll never find a wife."

Liang Kui had been muttering curses with great enthusiasm. At those words, he jumped up in fright, his face turning red as he pointed at Su Yan, who was seriously tattling on him. "Y-you-you're falsely accusing me!"

The history teacher was not like the chemistry teacher. He had only graduated from teacher's college not long ago and was still young and hot-blooded. On top of that, he was unmarried, so his temper flared at once. He strode up to Liang Kui. "Go stand outside as punishment! If you want to recite, come find me. If you can't finish, copy it thirty times and hand it in to me at the next history class."

...You're dead! Stay single for the rest of your life, you fat donkey!

Grinding his teeth, Liang Kui grabbed his history book, kicked his chair aside, and angrily kicked open the door. The history teacher chased after him in fury. "You kicked the chair too! You kicked the door too! You're getting angry at me? You curse at a teacher and still think you're in the right?"

Liang Kui looked as though he might storm off in anger. The history teacher followed him out and saw that he had not left. Instead, he stood unwillingly in the corridor under the night wind, using the light to recite his book. He deliberately read especially loudly, his voice drowning out everyone in the classroom.

The history teacher snorted. "Keep it down. Don't disturb the class next door."

Liang Kui lowered his voice, until it was quieter than a mosquito's buzz. The history teacher was so angry he had nothing to say. With a couple of huffs, he returned to the classroom.

Quite a few girls in the classroom disliked Su Yan for tattling and whispered bad things about him. Chen Wanwan's gaze was especially icy, as though she wanted to kill Su Yan with her eyes.

Su Yan remained expressionless as he leisurely flipped through his history book.

Chapter 7 Zhang Wei

The history teacher found Su Yan increasingly pleasing to the eye. Su Yan had long since recited the material to the history class representative. At the moment, he could do whatever he wanted, as long as he did not affect the other students.

Su Yan was very happy. In fact, in his previous life, he had also found the history teacher irritating, for the same reason as Liang Kui. He clearly did not plan to study the humanities, yet he was forced to memorize history every day until his head hurt from anger. Those who preferred science hated rote memorization the most.

This time, Su Yan was lucky. Because of the space, his body was now exceptionally healthy, and his memory was excellent. Though he was not some genius who could remember everything at a glance, he could basically commit material to memory after reading it two or three times and recite it fluently. For example, he had already memorized every classical Chinese text in the language textbook, without missing a single word. He had also memorized all the translations and clearly remembered the meaning of every character.

Near the end of evening self-study, the teacher let Liang Kui back in.

Liang Kui loved to play, but he was indeed smart. Once he seriously tried to remember something, this material was not difficult for him. Reciting was always easier than copying.

Liang Kui returned to his seat with a dark expression and glared viciously at Su Yan.

Even without speaking, Su Yan understood what he meant: Just you wait.

The bell rang. Su Yan packed his things and was about to leave when Liang Kui grabbed him. "If you tattletale again next time, I won't go easy on you."