Wu Qianman’s eyes filled with a misty haze, she sniffed and solemnly nodded, "Zuzi, I definitely won’t waste this opportunity. Tonight, no, right now, I’ll go back and thoroughly read the comics and study the script!"
Xi Zuzi smiled lightly, gently raised her hand, and patted her hand, "Go on."
A classmate, itching with curiosity, stretched out their neck, "I really want to see the plot of the fourth Chapter. It’s said that Nuwa stripped Fuxi’s clothes. I’ve searched all history books and various unofficial histories but couldn’t find out how she did it and what happened afterward. This comic cliffhanger is killing me..."
Xi Zuzi glanced slightly, gently pressing the album with her jade-like fingers, "Spoiling is no fun; a good kid waits for the update."
Xing Yue walked up, smiling, "It’s easy to get spoilers. During summer vacation, go work in the capital, try to join the cast as an extra, and you’ll get a feast of firsthand plots."
"That’s right, Teacher Xing, you’re so insightful!"
"Teacher Xing, please teach us how to get into the cast!"
The lively voices of the East Sea Class echoed into the hallway.
The scattered returning students from the Nanshan Class, upon hearing this, grew even more dispirited: "That bunch of slackers is just... too full of themselves..."
They used to think the East Sea Class were just flukes scoring high scores. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs n0velfire.net
But on the college entrance exam day, their whole class surpassed the critical line by several points, not to mention the genius Xi Zuzi with a perfect score.
"They’ve got the right to be smug, and right now, we’re the underachievers, okay? With scores not even reaching 600, we can’t even dream of choosing a slightly popular major, let alone a TOP 20 university... Wake up, we’re the underachievers, the East Sea Class are the real winners!"
Finally, someone in the Nanshan Class faced reality.
The crowd fell silent.
The once prominent figures like Xi Ruzhu, Nangong Meng, and Wang Xin... have all faded into oblivion, with no one laughing last.
And they mistakenly worshiped these people as academic gods back then, causing themselves to collapse and fall step by step.
"If we had known earlier, we should have followed Xi Zuzi too..." someone finally regretted deeply.
Xing Yue pushed open the door, leading the East Sea Class out of the classroom, arms crossed, and unceremoniously pointed out, "You’re wrong. Our class kids worship Xi Zuzi, and it’s not just about worshiping; everyone is working hard."
"I heard you guys got some so-called exam prediction booklet two days before the college entrance exams and went home to sleep, right? Sorry to be honest, but you deserved to score !"
"Do you know how hard my kids worked? They were staying up all night doing practice questions and memorizing books!"
"That’s right, it’s cramming at the last minute, but they did it right, and it worked!"
"If you only worship without effort, dreaming of something for nothing, you’re daydreaming!"
"Being a winner isn’t easy!"
Xing Yue’s words made the Nanshan Class even more ashamed.
Laziness, arrogance, underestimating opponents, wishful thinking, opportunism... the mistakes they made were countless.
"Teacher Xing, you should have scolded us awake earlier." The Nanshan Class greatly envied the East Sea Class, having the celestial classmate Xi Zuzi and the protective teacher Xing Yue.
Xing Yue: "Life is long, learn from your mistakes, even though you scored poorly, it doesn’t mean you can’t go to college. Work hard in college..."
Before the words finished.
A light taunt sounded.
"Xing Yue, you’re enjoying lecturing my students so much. You indeed can only be a poor, unsuccessful teacher all your life!"
Fang Yumei, heavily made-up, tightly wrapped in a brand-name outfit of questionable authenticity, walked with a more and more alluring posture, exuding a bold and western audacity.