My Girlfriend Is a Magical Girl! Chapter 44

There were two of them now.

Then he calmly replied, "That's good. Go to bed early, then."

Lu Annuan sulked a little in her bedroom. You could at least be a bit more excited...

She'd tried several different angles before getting that shot.

It had taken her half an hour.

Idiot.

The next day, Lu Ming's mood was as bright and sunny as the weather.

After sitting in class for a while, he noticed something was off. The seat beside him seemed a little too empty.

Lu Ming turned back and asked Li Deng, "Where's your godmother?"

"Who?"

"Committee Member Ran!"

"When did I ever get a mom? Don't talk nonsense!"

Li Deng pointed outside the classroom building. "She came really early, but for some reason she went out again. Class is about to start, and she still hasn't come back."

That really was a little strange. Normally, she would have been fully prepared for class ages ago.

Even stranger, Lu Ming didn't see her during the first class either.

Fortunately, Ran Yanyue finally appeared during the break. She was still as aloof as ever, and her chest still rose and fell in that subtly reassuring way.

Reassuring.

"Move. Let me in."

Ran Yanyue said.

Lu Ming pulled his chair in a little to let Ran Yanyue take her seat, then asked curiously, "Why weren't you here last class? Even if your English is good, you still have to show the teacher some respect."

Ran Yanyue was speechless. Was there anyone who respected English less than him?

How many times was he going to memorize the word "abandon"?

Ignoring Lu Ming, Ran Yanyue actually took out her phone.

The teacher allowed her to have a phone, so she didn't have to worry about it being confiscated. Still, it was rare to see her take it out.

Lu Ming leaned over to look at the screen. "That's a pretty high favorability rating."

A heart icon and a number were displayed on the phone screen.

Ran Yanyue sighed. "If you went to talk to an ape, you'd definitely be able to communicate without any obstacles."

That insult was pretty high-level.

"It's my heart rate."

Ran Yanyue said, "My heart rate has been a little strange since this morning. I occasionally felt tightness in my chest, so I stayed in the infirmary for a while. I'm fine now, but I still need to monitor it."

Ran Yanyue's delicate brows furrowed slightly.

The next class in the morning was Chinese, and the one after that was Chinese too.

These two classes perfectly embodied Haiyang No. 2 Middle School's central philosophy of squeezing both teachers and students dry for the college admission rate. Students, take notes.

Lu Ming was average at reading comprehension in Chinese exams, but he was pretty good at essays, often scoring over fifty points.

This was the crystallization of hard work and sweat. For the sake of his essay scores, ever since third grade, Mother Lu had delivered umbrellas to young Lu Ming thirty times through pouring rain; carried him with a high fever to the township hospital, walking nearly a thousand kilometers of mountain roads in total; and gently made braised pork ribs fifty times whenever he failed an exam...

All that effort since elementary school had ultimately earned him essay scores over fifty.

But had any of it really been worth it?

Lu Ming saw Ran Yanyue listening attentively, her beautiful, cool profile quietly turned toward the teacher. Soon, the Chinese teacher handed out the test papers. For Chinese, if you wanted a high score, all you needed was to write the paper. This one could take up a class and a half.

Only then did Lu Ming get the chance to nudge Ran Yanyue's arm and pass her a note.

"Your favorability rating... I mean, your heart rate is okay, right?"

After all, we've been desk mates for so long. If you suddenly dropped dead, how could I possibly feel okay about it?

When I went to college and sang "You at the Same Desk," wouldn't I have to remember that sharp-tongued beautiful girl who used to sit beside me?

So you'd better not die.

Ran Yanyue glanced at it, wrote a few words, and pushed it back.

Lu Ming looked down.

"Passing notes in class. I wrote down your name."

Damn you!

So that was how she wanted to play it?!

Come on, sis, are you kidding me?

Lu Ming looked further down. There were more words. "But Teacher Chen has a good temperament, so she probably won't bother with you. I won't write you down this time... Also, my heart rate is normal now. Don't worry. Focus on your test."

Who was worried about you?

I'm just afraid you'll die next to me and turn into a beautiful ghost who haunts me.

Since Ran Yanyue said so, Lu Ming stopped thinking about it and continued reading the test paper.

Previously, he always lost a point or two on famous passages and sentence dictation because he never put much effort into memorizing them. Ran Yanyue had criticized him for it plenty of times, but today, his mind felt exceptionally clear.

Lines of poetry that used to make him freeze now surfaced from his mind after only a little thought.

So the added focus had benefits like this too?

Awesome!

Then maybe he could make a breakthrough in English starting with "abandon."

Lu Ming heard Li Deng's voice from behind him.

"Holy crap, how is Lu Ming writing so fast? Don't tell me he got lucky and the questions happened to be ones he'd done before? He's actually not worse than me!"

Lucky my ass!

This was pure skill!

Li Deng poked Lu Ming in the back with his ballpoint pen. "Can you do the reading comprehension? Let me borrow some ideas. Haruki Murakami's writing doesn't have a high compatibility rating with me."

Just say it. What kinds of articles had a high compatibility rating with you?

Lu Ming thought for a moment. "Write about your understanding of Japanese customs and culture."

Things like culture and traditions.

"Adult videos?"

Li Deng fell into deep thought.

"Is yellow stuff the only thing in your head? Other than pornography, can't you write about the little boys of Nagasaki and Japan's broad-minded prime minister?"

"..."

Lu Ming and Li Deng looked at each other, then both snickered.

Ran Yanyue, who had been listening beside them, was speechless. She tapped her knuckles against the desk and said, "Don't talk while writing the test and disrupt everyone else's train of thought. And if you two keep talking like that, you'll go to hell someday."

Hell would definitely be interesting if it was full of all my friends who loved telling hell jokes.

Type 1 if Satan laughed along with you.

When the break came, the students all let out long breaths. The classroom instantly went from a pot of still water to a rolling boil. The boys slung their arms around each other's shoulders and headed for the bathroom, while the girls... held hands and went to the bathroom too.

Lu Ming took the chance to run outside and move around. After sitting so long, his butt was starting to hurt.

Come to think of it, didn't Ran Yanyue's butt hurt too?

Oh, right. She was short and light, so naturally there was less pressure on her butt.

Being petite was nice. Whenever you wanted, you could just pick her up...

Lift her high into the air.

Anyone whose thoughts just went crooked should go sit next to Li Deng.

Lu Ming also went to Class One to take a look. They were writing test papers too, but theirs were math papers. As expected of the Rocket Class, the class with the highest average IQ. Their pens flew across the pages with swishing sounds, like cold, merciless exam-taking machines.

The teacher wasn't there, and Tang Zhiqing was sitting at the podium writing her test.

President Tang was writing very seriously and didn't notice Lu Ming.

Lu Ming wasn't someone who liked disturbing others either. After casually wandering around and relaxing a little, he returned to the classroom to continue his test after the bell rang.

Ran Yanyue was still writing her paper like before.

She was already on the essay? That fast?

Lu Ming began writing. His future self had gotten into a university in the capital, so now that he had the system, he couldn't possibly do worse than his future self, right?

His short-term goal was to surpass Tang Zhiqing first!

As for Ran Yanyue, she was too strong.

Lu Ming wrote all the way until the essay section, then suddenly realized Ran Yanyue was still stuck on the essay prompt.

What, were you stuck too?

Usually, when Ran Yanyue wrote essays, inspiration came pouring in. Several of her essays had even been directly turned into exam questions at the neighboring middle school.

Lu Ming looked over curiously and found Ran Yanyue lowering her head. Beads of sweat slid down her pale cheeks, and she gripped her pen tightly. Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed as if she were enduring some kind of pain, while her fingertips trembled faintly.

"Plop."

A bead of sweat slid from her chin and hit her test paper, dampening the page.

Thud!

Lu Ming kicked his own desk away. The sound was like a stone smashing into still water, stirring up ripples. Even the Chinese teacher jumped, and the students raised their heads in confusion.

"What's going on? Did students from International Middle School come to fight?!"

"It's Lu Ming! He's rebelling!"

"What's Lu Ming doing?"

Lu Ming picked Ran Yanyue up and ran out of the classroom. Turning back to the Chinese teacher, he said, "Ran is feeling unwell. I'm taking her to the infirmary!"

"Ah... oh, okay!"

The Chinese teacher said, then turned to the class. "Sit down, all of you, and keep writing!"

She had taught Lu Ming for over a year and knew that although he was lively, he wasn't the kind of child who would joke about something like this.

Students from the other classrooms were having class too, and they saw Lu Ming run out while carrying Ran Yanyue.

Huh?

That bold?

Wasn't he afraid of the principal's iron fist?

Wait? That was Ran Yanyue. Then it was fine.

Haiyang No. 2 Middle School's infirmary was small, but it had everything it needed. Lu Ming didn't stop once along the way, taking the stairs two at a time. If he hadn't been worried about jostling Ran Yanyue, he could have taken them one at a time. In less than half a minute, he reached the infirmary.

The female teacher in the infirmary jumped when Lu Ming suddenly barged in. She hurriedly put away the Douyin video she had been watching, then saw Ran Yanyue in Lu Ming's arms and quickly said, "Put her on the bed."

Lu Ming did as she said.

Ran Yanyue lay on the bed, still conscious but frowning.

She remembered that when Lu Ming saw that she looked unwell, he hadn't said a single one of his usual stupid jokes. He had kicked away his desk, picked her up, and run straight for the infirmary. Leaning against his chest, she could feel just how urgently he had been running.