Fate... Yes, it’s fate.
Every student of Yunhui knows that H Class is not a good class. It’s like how there are key classes, excellent classes, and regular classes in key high schools. The school has expectations for the key and excellent classes to get into Jing University, but for regular classes, it is a blessing if they can get into any college.
Yunhui’s H Class is the regular class of regular classes.
In the past, graduates of H Class generally followed one of two paths: going abroad, or becoming drifters in Qing City.
If they had a choice, why would they choose to become drifters?
They also want to succeed and make a name for themselves, but for reasons unknown, they wound up .
But... are they really willing to sink ? Clearly, they gave up on themselves first. They made themselves give up. It was fate... that gave up on them.
Until Bi Xia appeared. This boy was like sunshine breaking through endless clouds, coming to H Class. From the timid and cowardly Bi Xia, he transformed into a powerful leader. This sudden change made everyone suspicious, but they didn’t pursue why Bi Xia seemed to become a different person in just a few days.
But, as Bi Xia said, no one is willingly bullied. When grievances accumulate and the bottom line is touched, even a sheep will show its sharp horns.
They chose Bi Xia because they didn’t want to endure anymore. They wanted to fight against this so-called fate. They... wanted to make a stand!
With a slight lowering of his eyes, Bi Xia spoke softly, "Rather than say you chose me, it would be more accurate to say you chose yourselves."
"But now, you have thrown away your original selves."
Everyone looked sharply at Bi Xia. Bi Xia picked up a pen and pointed to the problem Zhang Zhongxing had previously explained and that he had explained to them again, "This problem, you should’ve grasped it right after the old teacher explained it."
"But all you thought about was keeping the type of problem in mind and thoroughly studying it later," Bi Xia’s voice was cold, "It’s like telling yourself, I’ll put my previous efforts aside for now, play around, and then pick it up again."
"With your intelligence, if you listened properly and followed the steps, you’d remember it instead of getting stuck when the old teacher gave a slightly difficult problem."
"But... we really don’t know how..." someone from the back murmured.
Bi Xia raised his hand to reveal the problem he had just solved. Everyone looked and was momentarily dumbfounded, for the problem Zhang Zhongxing had given them was exactly the same as the one Bi Xia had given them. Looking at Bi Xia’s answer and their own, although the steps might not be comprehensive, the process and the result were correct.
Bi Xia looked at everyone expressionlessly, "Still don’t know how?"
Everyone fell silent. They... were wrong.
When H Class became the boss of the freshman year, they basked in the admiration and respect of other classes, feeling elated. It was something they had never felt before. Whenever the teachers mentioned the final exams, they would try hard, but they kept thinking of their midterm scores, telling themselves, it’s fine, you’re already so good, surely there won’t be any trouble in the finals.
But now, it’s clear, there’s a big problem.
"Wu Zhiyuan and Zhao Wenxin both got this problem right, but it took them twenty minutes. The math exam is only one hundred and twenty minutes. How many twenty minutes do you have for the first big problem?"
Seeing the children beginning to reflect, Bi Xia said, "As long as I’m the boss of H Class, I will protect H Class."
"But... I’m not omnipotent. The honor of H Class can’t be upheld by me alone. Final exams can’t make H Class the best class just because I got the first place in the grade."
Turning around, he marked two correct answers on Zhao Wenxin and Wu Zhiyuan’s papers, then put down the pen, "You want H Class to be the best. We’ve achieved that. If you don’t cherish the class that resulted from all our efforts and let it be called ’trash’ again, I wouldn’t care."
"No way!" Wu Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and shouted. Follow current novels on novel[f]ire.net
"We are not trash!" Zhao Wenxin raised his head, eyes red.
Lin Bin took off his glasses, his voice hoarse, "We... were wrong!"
"Boss, we were wrong!"
"Sorry!" One stood up, wiped away the tears, "We were arrogant. We almost destroyed H Class, our home!"
The expressionless young face finally showed a hint of gentleness. Bi Xia slowly curved his lips and said, "Then let my comrades come back."