17: Chapter 17 Donkey, are you satisfied with this result?

While the old devil homeroom teacher was chatting happily in the principal's office, Class 6's classroom was far from calm.

"That was so satisfying! We finally got a taste of revenge. How many times have those bastards taken over our turf?"

Zhou Qiang said excitedly, as if the beating he took had been worth it.

"Exactly! We've done a service for the underclassmen who come after us. Let's see if those bastards dare to be this arrogant in the future..."

The other participants were also buzzing with discussion.

Shen Weiyue's hand had actually already healed, but since the other party had been expelled, it wouldn't make sense not to keep it in a sling for a while longer, so he continued to wear it around his neck to feign misery.

Zhao Qingyan sat beside him, her back straight and her posture impeccable. She had felt like saying something ever since she arrived in the morning, holding it in and holding it in, until it was nearly noon and she finally couldn't help but ask:

"Shen Weiyue, are you satisfied with this outcome?"

"Uh, satisfied, satisfied. The principal is truly wise and powerful, fair and just."

Shen Weiyue answered absentmindedly while reading and doing problems.

Zhao Qingyan wanted to say more but held back. In her heart, she wanted to say that it was her doing, but she remembered her father's instructions not to reveal their father-daughter relationship in front of her classmates.

So she became sullen again.

Shen Weiyue finished a problem and was just about to look at the greenery outside the window to rest his eyes when he saw the fox with a cold little face and pouted lips, looking unhappy, so he said again:

"Regardless, I still want to thank you. Thank you for your concern for everyone; you are a very qualified class monitor."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingyan's expression finally cleared up.

Shen Weiyue could guess that she had worked behind the scenes on this, so he paused and added, "You're actually not that cold. Since you care about your classmates, you could interact with everyone more."

Zhao Qingyan didn't say anything, acting as if she hadn't heard him.

Shen Weiyue pointed to the countdown on the blackboard and advised, "Look, there are only 92 days left. After 92 days, everyone will go their separate ways, and some people will never see each other again for the rest of their lives."

After he said this, the pen in Zhao Qingyan's hand paused, but she still didn't speak.

"Some people say that people are like the lines of latitude and longitude on a globe, intersecting only twice in a lifetime. But I think, in reality, they don't even intersect twice; for some people, being classmates is the only intersection they'll ever have."

"There's another saying, the three types of people with the best relationships: those who have shouldered a rifle together, those who have shared a classroom together, and those who have… uh, anyway, these three types of people are the most likely to become best friends."

"From the perspective of a classmate, everyone in Class 6 is a schoolmate. I suggest you try to cherish this final time we have as classmates."

"Doesn't the dictionary say: Zhang Hua got into Peking University; Li Ping went to a technical school; I work as a salesperson at a department store: we all have bright futures."

"After the College Entrance Exam, everyone will truly head toward their own futures and go their separate ways."

Shen Weiyue rambled on a whole bunch, trying to subtly guide this ice fox.

However, Zhao Qingyan didn't say a single word the whole time. Director Shen's mouth was getting dry, so he just smiled and stopped nagging.

This fox was already on the path toward depression. Whether she could be turned around depended on her parents and on herself.

Shen Weiyue helping out by occasionally dropping hints was already doing enough.

If it weren't for the fact that she helped him with problems, he wouldn't bother with these trivial matters.

As an adult, Director Shen always respected others' fates.

He stopped talking, and the scene became quiet. Time passed second by second, and the table was so quiet that only the rustling sound of writing on paper could be heard.

"Shen Weiyue, do you think we are also two lines of latitude and longitude?"

Near the end of evening self-study, Zhao Qingyan suddenly asked in a low voice.

Shen Weiyue didn't hear it clearly and thought he was hallucinating, until he caught the pause of the fountain pen in Zhao Qingyan's hand as she waited for an answer, and realized she had indeed asked the question.

"Yeah, it's a very obvious fact."

Seeing that there were only a few minutes left, Shen Weiyue stopped studying and explained while packing his books:

"Your grades are solid for Qingbei University. As for me, at most I can get into a 211 school right now. The other classmates in our class are about the same. I estimate that at best, you'll be the only one to get into Qingbei University, so you and us definitely won't be university classmates in the future."

"After starting university, relationships with high school classmates will slowly fade. And as everyone integrates into new circles and makes new friends, old classmates will gradually lose contact, until they disappear into the crowd, becoming synonymous with the past."

"Later on, we will graduate, work, some people will go abroad, and then settle down, get married, and have children. By then, our respective paths will be even more divergent..."

The more Shen Weiyue spoke, the more silent Zhao Qingyan became.

After a while, she asked again, "Is there no one in the class who is on the same path as me? Can't you work harder and get into Qingbei University too?"

"???"

What is this woman saying? Can just anyone get into Qingbei University?

Shen Weiyue was dumbfounded and self-deprecatingly said, "Please, Zhao the Fox, do you think everyone has a high IQ like you? If I can grind for three months and make it into the C9, I'll be thanking the heavens."

"What is C9?"

"Uh, I made it up. It's just the 9 top-ranked universities in the country."

"Oh, so you really want to get into one of the top nine schools, is that it?"

"Of course. Who doesn't want to get into a prestigious university? Even if we can't get into Qingbei University, don't we still hope to get into a good university that isn't too far behind it?"

"That's true, the further ahead, the closer..."

Zhao Qingyan muttered, not knowing what she was thinking of. She looked at him for a second without saying more, but she didn't continue to press the issue.

Shen Weiyue couldn't figure out her game, so he started packing his things to prepare for the end of class. Seeming to remember something, he turned his head and asked Ning Xi, "Teacher Little Ning, are you applying to Qingbei University?"

"I'd like to, but I can't get in. Why?" Ning Xi asked, puzzled.

"Nothing, you're the only one in our class whose grades are close to the class monitor's. If you get in, you two can continue to be classmates."

"Then you're overestimating me. Zhao Qingyan's grades are so good, I can't even catch a glimpse of her dust. Stop teasing me."

Ning Xi shook her head and smiled, and Shen Weiyue also felt it made sense.

He looked at Zhao Qingyan and spread his hands, saying, "See, even Ning Xi can't reach it, which means the path of a top student is destined to be lonely. Good luck. In the future, I'll tell others that I had a classmate who went to Qingbei University and used to be my deskmate, and they'll be so envious."

"Who asked you to show off? Mind your own business!"

Zhao Qingyan suddenly snapped at him angrily, flipping her mood at the drop of a hat.

Shen Weiyue winked at Ning Xi, signaling her to look—this woman was truly fickle.

Ning Xi was stunned, struck by his wink, and shyly lowered her head.

Class was over.

Shen Weiyue prepared to stand up but felt his clothes snagged by a nail on the desk, so he used his right hand to try and free it, but couldn't.

He then took his left hand out of the sling, lifted the desk with both hands, freed the corner of his shirt, and then tucked his left hand back into the sling.

Ning Xi and Zhao Qingyan watched him, dumbfounded.

What was going on?

"Oh, don't be surprised. It's just acting; gotta commit to the role."

Shen Weiyue said righteously, waved his hand, and left the classroom with a flourish, completely lacking any self-awareness of being a gentleman.

The two girls looked at each other in dismay.