Wu You and Lu Rui shot him looks that said, "Take care," then hurried to find seats before the language arts teacher could speak again.
Ye Chu sat down to the right of the teacher's desk, still seething inwardly. Discrimination! This is height discrimination!
While he was silently protesting, a slip of paper suddenly appeared on his desk: [This school possesses the finest teaching facilities and teaching staff in the world...]
Ye Chu couldn't agree with even the first sentence. The moment he entered the classroom, he had seen the language arts teacher's writing on the board. Never mind the content-with handwriting that crooked, he refused to believe she was a world-class teacher.
[For your safety, please observe the following rules while studying at this school: 1. Students must strictly observe classroom rules while in the classroom. 2. Within the classroom, the will of the teacher conducting the current lesson takes precedence over everything else. Failure to comply with the teacher's requirements constitutes a violation of school rules and will result in severe punishment. 3. Please trust that everything your teacher does is for your own good. When your teacher gives you instructions, you must follow them strictly. Within the classroom, your teacher will ensure your safety. 4. Actively answer questions asked by the teacher during lessons to earn credits. Students with high credit totals may serve as class monitor, academic representative, dorm leader, and so on. 5. Do not disrupt classroom order through fighting, making noise, or other behavior disrespectful to the teacher. Otherwise, credits will be deducted. Students with low credit totals will attract the teacher's attention and may be kept after class at night to clean, for example. 6. Students must get along harmoniously. You must not kill one another or attack one another directly. 7. Students may request leave only with a sick note issued by the school infirmary. Missing lessons without approved leave constitutes truancy and will result in the corresponding deduction of credits. 8. Please confirm that your teacher is your teacher. If your teacher can no longer be trusted, rule 2 is automatically void...]
Ye Chu turned the paper over in his hands. The rules seemed incomplete, but he currently had no clues about another sheet of rules, so he could only sit in his seat and listen to the lesson.
[Here they are! The rules are here!]
[Woohoo! My favorite part!]
Before entering this game, Ye Chu had never imagined that, as a college junior, he would find himself back in a high school classroom. That kid Pei Yanchuan was probably pretty familiar with all this.
Meanwhile, in the Zhiyuan Building...
"Dad..." The math teacher at the front struggled to read out the name. "Our student Daddy gave an excellent answer. I hope everyone can learn from him. Two points added."
As soon as the teacher finished, scattered applause sounded around the classroom. Su Fengzi raised an eyebrow at him. "Not bad."
Pei Yanchuan tipped his chin up smugly. For a high school senior, the problem on the board was a piece of cake.
Su Fengzi smiled at his smug expression. This little wolf cub...
But his smile soon vanished. The math teacher pointed at a problem that took up half the board. "Su Dalang, answer this question."
Su Fengzi: ...
Come on, does this look fair to you? Everyone else gets a one-line problem, and I get half a blackboard?
Su Fengzi pressed his lips together, then answered, "Sir, are you asking whether Zhu Bajie carried his master to Mount Huaguo to rescue Princess Iron Fan?"
Pei Yanchuan snorted.
He immediately turned his face away, but his shaking shoulders gave him away.
The middle-aged man at the front froze too. Scratching his balding head, he said blankly, "No. I'm asking you about this problem."
Well, that didn't fool him.
Left with no other option, Su Fengzi answered honestly, "Sir, I don't know how to solve it."
The math teacher gestured for him to sit down. "You can't even solve something this simple? Su Dalang, minus two points."
Su Fengzi: "..."
They had both discovered the rules sheet after taking their seats and knew that credits were important to them right now. Su Fengzi sighed helplessly. He hadn't expected to end up in the negatives right off the bat.
Su Fengzi turned toward Pei Yanchuan, only to discover that the kid had somehow dug up a copy of Five Years of College Entrance Exams, Three Years of Mock Tests. He was spinning a pen and working away enthusiastically, frowning one moment and brightening the next. His pen barely made two rotations before he put it to the page to write an answer.
For a moment, Su Fengzi was lost in thought. If they hadn't been dragged into this damned game, Xiao Pei would probably be just like this now—confident and spirited, preparing hard for the college entrance exams.
Su Fengzi lowered his gaze to the workbook in Pei Yanchuan's hands and fell silent. "..."
There were no answers or solution steps anywhere in that workbook. Every page was covered in comics Pei Yanchuan had drawn. So that was why he had been frowning and lighting up!
Su Fengzi felt as though some scumbag had toyed with his feelings.
Yet the "scumbag" remained completely oblivious. He pushed the workbook between them. "Brother Fengzi, do you want to draw too?"
Su Fengzi: "...No."
"All right, then," Pei Yanchuan muttered, pulling the book back.
Rebellious high schoolers could never sit still. Before long, Pei Yanchuan started tossing paper balls onto the neighboring desk, giving the girl sitting there quite a fright.
Only after repeatedly making sure the math teacher hadn't noticed her or Pei Yanchuan did she cautiously unfold the paper ball.
"Hey, hi. What's your name?"
The girl was getting angry and anxious. Can't you ask something this simple and pointless after class? Can't you just come over and read my name tag then? Why do you have to do this during such a tense lesson?
She looked at Pei Yanchuan in annoyance, only to find him looking utterly unconcerned, his legs even crossed. When he noticed her looking, he smiled at her.
It was hard to stay angry at a smiling face. His smile took the wind out of her sails, and she took out a pen to write down her answer.
After repeatedly checking that the teacher had turned away, she tossed the paper ball back onto Pei Yanchuan's desk.
Pei Yanchuan unfolded it. Written neatly on the paper were three characters: "Zhang Jinlian."
Pei Yanchuan grinned, running his tongue over his pointed canine. That name makes quite a pair with Brother Fengzi's.
After class, the student named Zhang Jinlian came over to Pei Yanchuan's desk. Her eyes went straight to his name tag, and she froze.
That name was a little too audacious.
For some reason, after seeing the name on Pei Yanchuan's chest, Zhang Jinlian suddenly had a feeling: We've got this one in the bag.
Su Fengzi leaned over too. When he saw Zhang Jinlian's name, he froze. "Hey, I feel like you might be in danger."
Zhang Jinlian blinked innocently. "Shouldn't you be the one in danger?"
Pei Yanchuan laughed. "Jinlian, could you tell us what's going on with this school?"
There were normal people and abnormal ones in the same class, which meant these normal students would know at least something.
"I don't know much either. I came to this school two months ago," Zhang Jinlian said. She took a thermos out of her bag and poured hot water for them both, speaking with the air of an old veteran. "Here, comrades. Have some water."
Pei Yanchuan and Su Fengzi: ...
You really don't have to be so polite.
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