"Holy crap?!" Wang Zehao felt a chill run down his spine, jumped up and dodged to the side. After seeing clearly, he patted Xu Youqing on the shoulder and thanked her.
"Damn, thank you so much, Sister Xu, for saving my life." Before his hand could even land, Xu Youluo slapped him aside.
Wang Zehao knew Luo Zai's sister-obsessed temperament and chuckled twice.
"Nothing here, so what's next?" Yang Shuhuan yawned, wondering if the others had anything else to do.
"Call the police first." Xu Youqing looked at the sofa with her phone for a long time before suddenly speaking.
"ah?"
[Author's Note: Gu Chen: Sigh, instincts are hard to control.]
So does anyone know why the police were called?
Chapter 49 Gu Chen needs to introduce my boyfriend to another parent.
Chapter 49 Gu Chen: I need to introduce my boyfriend to another parent.
"Have you heard? About that haunted apartment building in the suburbs a while ago?"
"What ghost story? It was in the newspapers. Drug addicts were gathering there to do drugs, and then someone reported them."
"Yes, yes, I live nearby. I heard that the police received a tip and lay in ambush there beforehand, and they took down a whole group of people."
"A concerned citizen actually reported it. Didn't everyone say that area was unsafe and no one went there?"
During breaks, all sorts of topics are discussed in the classroom, and someone mentioned the haunted apartment building.
Wang Zehao, one of the parties involved, said he couldn't stay calm; the whole thing was incredibly dramatic and bizarre.
I just wanted to explore the haunted building, but it turned out to be a drug den. Luckily, no one was around that day, so they were allowed to go up to the third floor and discover something suspicious.
Then I called the police.
After receiving the report, the police remotely guided them to evacuate and confirmed whether they had met with drug addicts. Later, plainclothes officers ambushed them on Saturday and Sunday.
Although they only called the police and didn't participate in the whole process, it was still very exciting and thrilling.
But Wang Zehao didn't dare tell his family about this, for fear of being questioned by his parents.
Haunted building adventure? Or maybe I just don't have enough homework.
Wang Zehao said he was very panicked.
Xiang Yu was quite happy.
He gained 50 morality points for this.
It happened very suddenly.
Even Gu Chen could tell that his deskmate had been in a good mood these past two days and was happy together.
The school bell rang, and the dean entered the classroom as the bell rang, his expression unreadable to those below.
His lips couldn't help but curve upwards, yet his face carried a hint of melancholy.
"What's with that expression on the dean's face?" Zhang Boyuan wondered to himself. "Could it be that the results are out?"
He wasn't the only one who guessed this; others were discussing it as well.
"They all guessed correctly." The dean listened to the people below discussing, wiped his reading glasses with the corner of his clothes, and put them back on. "The teachers in the grading team worked overtime on Saturday and Sunday to grade all the papers for the entire grade. Although the results haven't been compiled yet, I estimate they will be available soon."
The dean kept glancing in one direction after the class started moving. It was fine once or twice, but after a while, the students in the front row all followed suit and looked back.
"Huanhuan, I reckon Daddy will be number one again." Wang Zehao nudged Yang Shuhuan with his elbow and whispered, "The dean has been watching him the whole time."
"Maybe."
"Ahem." The dean withdrew his gaze, turned on the multimedia computer on the podium, and said leisurely while operating it, "We are different from last time. This time we adopted online marking, and many students still suffered losses."
After saying that, he opened a folder on the USB drive and said, "The Chinese language grade group's grading teachers have taken some screenshots of everyone's test papers. Take a look."
When Xiang Yu heard him say the word "paper," he sensed something was wrong and glanced at Gu Chen next to him—at the notebook on the table.
From this angle, you wouldn't know what the other person is writing unless you get very close.
It's probably going to end badly.
Xiang Yu looked at Gu Chen, who was frowning as he stared at the image projected onto the blackboard.
"My deskmate," Gu Chen tugged at Xiang Yu and whispered, "This character looks familiar."
"..." It's more than just familiar.
Xiang Yu stared at the enlarged, familiar characters, his temples throbbing. He gritted his teeth and said, "This is your handwriting."
"Huh?" Gu Chen was clearly not in the mood to react. Several days had passed, and it took him a long time to figure out what he had written.
The dean stared at the picture and said seriously, "This question about reciting classical Chinese poems is a free point, isn't it?"
"Yes—" the crowd below chorused.
As mentioned before, as long as the exam paper is set by the school itself, and the dean suddenly asks them to memorize something before the exam, then without a doubt, it will be on the test.
Even if he doesn't get all six points, he'll at least get four or five.
"Holy crap, who is this? Zero points is too much!" Zhang Zitong had heard of his class monitor's handwriting but wasn't very familiar with it. He thought to himself, "Handwriting reflects personality. The class monitor is a big shot, so it can't be that bad."
"Sigh~" The dean glanced at Gu Chen with a helpless expression, then manually switched to the next picture. The latter met his gaze, feeling neither awkward nor embarrassed, but rather guilty.
Feeling guilty, Gu Chen saw the familiar handwriting on the next page.
He wrote an unusually long essay on a classical Chinese poetry analysis question, even adding lines below the designated area.
It was hard to read what was written, but the teacher probably felt sorry for him and gave him 1 point.
“This…” Gu Chen said to Xiang Yu in a low voice, “This shouldn’t be the case. This has never happened before. Really, we also had our answers graded online in the first year of high school. Back then, everything was normal, and my performance was about the same as usual. It’s not that I care about this score that much, but this is clearly a kind of dimensional reduction attack by the teacher on the students. If you look closely at my answer, there is no problem at all.”
Xiang Yu originally wanted to comfort him, but after hearing what he said, the words that were on the tip of her tongue turned out to be something else entirely.
How fine would that be?
"puff!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Wang Zehao and Yang Shuhuan were trying so hard not to laugh that they almost burst out laughing.
After showing the images of various questions on the podium, the dean couldn't help but say a few more words.
"We humanities students write a lot, and neat handwriting is very important. Don't take it lightly. If your Chinese is like this, how can you do well in politics and history? Teachers don't even want to look at handwriting like this when grading. If you write like this in the college entrance exam, the teacher will lose points just because of your first impression. You're really at a disadvantage."
These words were specifically meant for Gu Chen to hear.
At this moment, Gu Chen was busy demonstrating his handwriting technique to his deskmate.
He would copy a passage from the textbook, copying it down as he went, and then look at it later.
He gripped the pen, began writing, and executed each stroke—horizontal, vertical, left-falling, dot, and fold—at the same pace as when he answered the questions.
Gu Chen's hands were long and slender with distinct knuckles, looking like the kind of hands suitable for playing the piano and writing, but his handwriting was like a dog's scribbles.
My handwriting is not good enough.
Xiang Yu said, "Practice the calligraphy practice books that the class representative gave you more often."
"Oh well, I'll just write slower next time. This is a special case."
Do you dare to do it again?
For the first time, Xiang Yu displayed the controlling power of her boyfriend.
“Write 4-5 pages every day when you get home, take a picture of them and send them to me.”
"No problem." It's fine to write it down in advance and keep it in reserve.
"Only what's written that night counts." Feeling that wasn't strong enough, he added, "No pictures, no chatting; no serious writing, no chatting."
During the afternoon break, answer sheets were handed out to students in each class. As soon as Gu Chen got home, he devoted himself to practicing calligraphy, hoping to chat with his deskmate as soon as possible.
I put the answer sheet on the table to remind myself.
The bedroom door wasn't closed. As Gu Chen's mother, Ms. Jiang Linyan, passed by, she glanced inside. Seeing him engrossed in something at his desk, she decided to come in and take a look. Afraid of disturbing her son, she tiptoed and stood behind him for a while, watching him before smiling.
"I told you to write, not draw. What are you doing?" Ms. Jiang teased him. "Why are you suddenly writing in calligraphy? Aren't you quite confident in your handwriting? Why don't you listen to what your father and I say?"
"Sigh, the situation forces me to do this." Gu Chen finished writing this stroke and didn't continue. He chatted with his mother, planning to continue after she left.
"The parents' meeting is the day after tomorrow afternoon after you get out of school, right?" Ms. Jiang walked to the other person's bookshelf with the answer sheet in hand. There were many things on it, including gifts from classmates and origami from children in the welfare home.
"The seminar has been postponed. Your dad is in a hurry to come back after class tomorrow afternoon. I'll go and hold it for you."
Gu Chen, thinking that her boyfriend hadn't met Ms. Jiang yet, readily agreed, "That would be great!"
[Author's note: Xiang Yu: This word is your only flaw.]
Chapter 50 Hello, brothers Gu Chen!
Chapter 50 Gu Chen: Hello, brothers.
The report cards were handed out just before the parent-teacher meeting on Wednesday afternoon, and as expected, Xiang Yu was still first in the class and first in the grade.
Surprisingly, the second-ranked student in the class and grade was Jiang Wensong, who was just one multiple-choice question away from Xiang Yu, making it a very close match.
Xiang Yu didn't pay much attention to how much of a gap he had widened between himself and second place; he was mainly concerned about Gu Chen's ranking.
The other student was second in the class and third in the grade last time; this time, they are sixth in the class and tenth in the grade.
On average, the number of subjective questions in politics was two to three points less than usual, which was the most serious disadvantage. Apart from math and English, the other papers also lost points for presentation.
Gu Chen posted the midterm report card on the back blackboard next to the previous monthly exam results. Xiang Yu just stood there looking at the report card without saying a word.
School has already let out, and the parent-teacher meeting will be held in about half an hour. After dinner, the students in Class 2 who stay overnight went back to their dormitories to study, leaving only Gu Chen and Xiang Yu in the classroom.
Gu Chen, as the class monitor, needed to stay in the class to help out until the parent-teacher conference ended. Xiang Yu was holding her own parent-teacher conference and also stayed in the class.
"Desk mate." Xiang Yu had been staring at the report card for a while. Gu Chen knew that he had lost too many points on the test this time, and he also knew that he could only blame himself. After calling the other person a few times without response, Gu Chen leaned closer and whispered in the other person's ear, "Boyfriend."
Seeing that the other person finally turned to look at him, Gu Chen grabbed Xiang Yu's hand, stroked his fingers and coaxed, "I've already written the calligraphy on the copybook. This was an accident, I promise there won't be a next time."
This way, he released most of the resentment in his heart, thinking, "Is this what love is? Sharing joy and sorrow."
System: I know you're happy, but I don't see that 80 points are sharing your sorrow.