Chapter 34: Praying to Qin Shueba for the Exam
Suddenly, he saw two boys in the back row huddled together. He angrily said, “Su Bo, Zhao Qiang, what are you two talking about? You both did so poorly on this month’s exam and still have the nerve to talk!”
Zhao Qiang and Su Bo: “…”
Su Bo had heard the key point and wanted to take notes, but he didn’t have a pen, so he asked Zhao Qiang to lend him one.
“You two, pay attention. I’ll call you up later to explain it. If you can’t explain it, you’ll copy it twenty times.”
Cao Jun didn’t give them a chance to explain and immediately began to go over the problems.
After the physics class, the next one was math. These three classes were the ones that many students dreaded.
The first two were taught by the class teacher, so no one dared to do anything out of line, while the third class was Liu Zhiwei’s, and he was very strict—he would punish students by making them copy things if they misbehaved.
So, the students had to listen carefully, even if they didn’t understand, without sleeping, using their phones, or talking.
Most of the students endured the classes in agony, constantly checking the time in the last five minutes, and by the final minute, they were mentally counting down.
After the bell rang, Liu Zhiwei assigned homework and left with the textbooks, reporting to Cao Jun on the way.
After hearing him out, Cao Jun sighed helplessly, “These kids won’t understand the value of studying until later. It would be helpful if Teacher Liu could manage them more strictly.”
Liu Zhiwei nodded.
At that moment, the school disciplinary director walked in. “The results from No.1 Middle School’s monthly exam are out. The first-place student scored 743, with seven points deducted from the essay.”
The top scorer at No.2 Middle School only got around 530, which was more than 200 points behind. In the college entrance exam, even a single point could change a lot of rankings—those 200-plus points were unimaginable.
The teachers all sighed in disbelief, acknowledging that they couldn’t score that high even if they tried.
If someone could score that high, they certainly wouldn’t still be teaching at this “run-down” school.
Cao Jun’s interest was piqued. “Director Wei, who was it?”
“Qin Mo, from the Rocket Class. The school is in talks with No.1 Middle School to have him come to No.2 Middle School to interact with the first and second-year students.”
When Wei Tao mentioned Qin Mo, a smile appeared on his usually serious face as he couldn’t help but praise, “Jia County is about to produce a Tsinghua or Peking University student.”
It wasn’t long before someone overheard, and by dinnertime, everyone was discussing it.
743 points.
Wen Xia felt that her 480-something points weren’t impressive at all.
She had initially thought that Qin Mo’s 700 points were already a huge blow, but it turned out he had been sparing her “fragile” heart.
Jiang Yan was already in complete awe of her cousin. She clasped her hands together. “Next time, for the midterm exams, I’ll pray to my cousin. It’s bound to help.”
“Add me to the list,” Liu An’an chimed in, raising a fork in agreement.
Jiang Yan automatically included Wen Xia. With a grand gesture, she said, “Okay, we’ll pray together. With my cousin’s blessings, we’ll rise higher and higher and reach the peak of our lives.”
Wen Xia: “…”
The image of kneeling before Qin Shueba was too beautiful to imagine.
She raised her hand. “I formally and strongly request to withdraw from the organization.”
Liu An’an and Jiang Yan immediately responded in unison, “Application rejected.”
The three of them burst into laughter.
Just as they were talking about Qin Mo, his call came through. Wen Xia answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Someone reported you for early dating?”
On the other end of the line, Qin Mo was leaning against the balcony in the hallway.
Wen Xia glanced at Jiang Yan and Liu An’an before covering the phone and whispering, “How do you know?”
“Teacher Cao called me just now and asked me to talk to you,” Qin Mo replied.
Wen Xia: “…”
She wondered if Teacher Cao would consider ending his teaching career after knowing that he was sending his student’s boyfriend to “guide” her.
Qin Mo’s voice came through again, “Xia Xia, your husband is me. Why aren’t you explaining?”
Wen Xia: “…”
How was she supposed to explain that? She would have to tell Teacher Cao that her husband was Qin Mo, and not just any husband, but the kind she was married to, and had been married to.
Teacher Cao would probably think she had lost her mind.
“It’s hard to explain,” Wen Xia said.
“Well then, let your husband explain,” Qin Mo replied.
“???”
“The school wants to talk to me, and they want me to give a lecture at No.2 Middle School. When the whole school is there, it’ll be easy to explain.”
Wen Xia: “…”
Qin Mo was serious about this. Back in university, the two of them had fought over some small issue.
At the time, Wen Xia was preparing for her college transfer exam, feeling a lot of pressure. She also always felt that she didn’t deserve someone like Qin Mo, so she suggested breaking up.
The next day, Qin Mo rushed over from his school. Well, that was the day he took her to the Civil Affairs Bureau and they registered their marriage.
When they were taking their wedding photos, she cried her eyes out while he was grinning like a child.
Later, she had even entertained the thought of getting their marriage certificate reissued. However, she had only seen the certificate once before Qin Mo locked it in a password safe.
He had even bought an expensive password safe—worth several thousand—specifically for the certificate, and, to top it off, he threw the key into the river right in front of her.
Wen Xia stood up, pointed at her phone, and gestured to Liu An’an and Jiang Yan to stay quiet. She then walked to the entrance of the cafeteria and whispered, “Don’t cause any trouble. The school’s disciplinary director will talk to me if you do.”
“Xia Xia, I’m jealous,” the boy’s voice slowed down deliberately.
Wen Xia had no resistance to Qin Mo like this. The next second, her face turned red, and she quickly glanced around at her classmates before softly replying, “I’m yours.”
On the other end of the line, the boy smiled to himself, clearly in a good mood. “What do you want to eat? I’ll buy it for you, Wife.”
…
On Tuesday during the morning exercise break, the school announced that Qin Mo, the overachiever, would come to give a lecture on Wednesday.
To highlight the spirit of No.2 Middle School, it was emphasized that the first and second-year students were required to wear their school uniforms tomorrow.
No.2 Middle School was relatively democratic—students generally had the freedom to wear what they wanted, except when the school mandated uniforms.
Most students were unwilling, though, because the school uniforms were notoriously unattractive—baggy and oversized, with a color scheme of black, yellow, and white that many found unappealing.
At lunchtime, Cao Jun came to talk to the class.
“For tomorrow’s event, we need to select a male and a female student from our class to host the assembly. Who’s willing to volunteer?”
Starting this semester, No.2 Middle School had a weekly tradition of selecting a student from each grade and class to give a speech. This week’s Monday was for Class 7, and next week it was supposed to be Class 8. However, due to an additional assembly, Class 8 was chosen.
While it was an honor to be selected, standing in front of the entire school’s faculty and students made most students nervous, and generally, no one wanted to volunteer.
The classroom fell silent.
Cao Jun, who was used to such reactions, wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. “Since no one’s speaking up, I’ll assume you’re all willing. So, it’ll be the class president and Wen Xia.”
Wen Xia: “…”
He Sheng pushed up his glasses, his expression unchanged. He was already accustomed to being picked by the class teacher.
“I’ll give you the event flow chart. You can rehearse it during self-study time this afternoon,” Cao Jun said, ignoring Wen Xia’s reluctance. He walked over and placed the flow chart on He Sheng’s desk.
…
Soon, it was Wednesday’s second class. Students from the first and second years began moving chairs to the playground. Moving the chairs usually meant that the event would last at least half an hour.
Without the same pressure that the third-year students faced with the approaching college entrance exams, the first and second-year students were happy to know that the next class would be occupied. As they moved the chairs, they chatted and joked with each other.
The instructions from their class teachers to remain quiet were promptly forgotten.
