3: Chapter 3: Being Deskmates with the School Beauty

Shen Weiyue ate his steamed buns very quickly.

The long-missed aroma of the two meat buns gave him great satisfaction, so he wiped his mouth, still wanting more.

The taste of rebirth was so wonderful that as he stood in front of The First High School gate, looking at the security guard he usually hated, he even found him to look kind and benevolent.

Shen Weiyue took a deep breath and strolled into the school gate.

Lingshan No. 1 High School, Director Shen is back!

"w-h-a-t, what..."

"i-s, is..."

The sound of morning self-study reading had already drifted through the campus; it was the same familiar words and the same familiar routine.

Shen Weiyue walked briskly upstairs toward Teacher Han's office, without a shred of fear about being scolded.

Han Changming was already in his early fifties. Having received the honor of Provincial Model Worker the year before last, his colleagues jokingly called him 'Model Worker Han'.

Students loved giving each other nicknames. At first, they followed the teachers and called Han Changming 'Model Worker Han'.

Because he loved mock exams the most, it slowly turned into 'Old Model Han'.

And for some reason, perhaps because he was too strict, it eventually became 'Old Demon Han'.

At this moment.

This Old Demon adjusted the black-rimmed reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, locked his sharp gaze onto Shen Weiyue, and said indifferently: "You're here?"

"Yes, Shen Weiyue from Class 6 of Grade 12, here to report to Teacher Han!" Shen Weiyue strolled into the office.

It was rare for Han Changming to see him so full of energy, and seeing him look so submissive while waiting to be scolded, his anger dissipated quite a bit.

"Shen Weiyue, 'lofty mountains and high peaks, reaching the sky,' your parents must have high expectations for you with this name. Are they educated people?"

"No, my parents are farmers working in Shenzhen."

Han Changming's eyelids twitched, feeling some embarrassment for his lack of background research, and he asked with a dark face: "Then this name?"

"It was chosen by Fortune-telling," Shen Weiyue answered calmly. "They asked a distant relative who practices feng shui to help choose it."

"Uh, forget it. Let's not talk about the name for now. Let's talk about your recent study status. This time your exam scores dropped even more severely than the first mock exam. What's going on?"

"Teacher Han, I don't know my scores yet."

"You are ranked 207th in the grade, which is a drop of 58 places from last time."

Han Changming threw out a grade ranking sheet and said with deep distress: "With such a big drop, you won't even be able to get into a key university, let alone a 211 or 985 university. When you entered through the middle school entrance exam, you were in the top 50 in the whole county!"

Shen Weiyue took the grade sheet and looked at it. For this internal school mock exam: Chinese 132, English 124, Math 109, Physics 98, Chemistry 78, Biology 41.

Total score: 582 points.

This Biology and Math are really dragging things down.

"Nothing to say, right? Can you even stand to look at these scores yourself?"

"The class average for Math is 109, and you just barely hit the average line. And your science composite... how could your Biology be this bad?"

"When you chose your stream in the second year of high school, you were 47th in the science grade. Now you've dropped past 200th. I am truly heartbroken."

Old Demon Han got angrier the more he spoke. He tapped the table in frustration, exclaiming: "Did you go to an internet cafe again? You've been distracted in class recently and were even sleeping during evening self-study yesterday. Did you go to an internet cafe to play games all night?"

"Uh, no..."

"You little brat, you can't fool me! The owner of that Happy Internet Cafe is my former student. I know exactly how many people from Class 6 run off there."

Shen Weiyue instinctively looked up, speechless for a moment.

You devil, you actually planted a mole and then tried to bluff me; that's quite devious.

In this world, if you're wrong, you have to admit it, and when you get hit, you have to stand straight.

"Teacher Han, I was wrong. I promise I won't go there again!" Shen Weiyue immediately admitted his mistake and apologized.

Han Changming shook his head and sighed: "Promises are useless; the key is action. Things like internet cafes are like drugs; they are addictive. I think we should at least have one of your parents come back to watch you until the College Entrance Exam is over."

"No, don't, there's no need," Shen Weiyue waved his hands hurriedly. "There's no need for my parents to know about this. They are already working hard enough, and I don't want them to worry more."

"Besides, they didn't leave long ago after the New Year, and the round-trip travel expenses would be a waste."

"You know your parents have it tough? Then how are you repaying them?"

"I will try hard to exercise self-discipline."

"Give me a break, how many times have you said that? If I weren't in charge of the whole class, I would love to supervise you personally every day."

"Thank you for your concern, Teacher Han. Teacher Liang and I live in the same residential compound. I ran into her this morning, and she has already agreed to help me tutor English during her spare time."

Hearing this, Han Changming raised an eyebrow, looked at him in surprise, and blurted out: "Teacher Liang is actually willing to tutor you one-on-one?"

"Yes, isn't it normal for teachers to help students with tutoring?" Shen Weiyue asked back.

"Yes, very normal, this is very good. Since you live in the same residential compound, she can supervise you."

Han Changming nodded in satisfaction while saying, then continued: "Still, it's not foolproof. There's someone watching you outside school, but not every teacher in school has the energy to watch you..."

"Teacher Han, I swear that in these last 100 days I will definitely work hard, strictly stick to the two-point-one-line route, and not do anything unrelated to studying."

Shen Weiyue's oath was useless. After pondering for a moment, Han Changming suddenly made a decision: "How about this, you go sit at the same desk as Zhao Qingyan. She is the class monitor, so she can supervise you in class."

"Ah? Is that appropriate? She has always sat alone at a desk; there must be a reason for it," Shen Weiyue said in surprise. "And if you put me next to her, aren't you worried about me falling in love early?"

"You?" Han Changming suddenly laughed. "It's not that I want to put you down, but Zhao Qingyan's family background is not something you can climb up to, and it's impossible for her to fancy you. I'm very reassured about this!"

"Damn... even so, aren't you worried that I'll affect her College Entrance Exam?"

"Hehe, you can rest assured a thousand times over; there's no chance of that."

"In any case, I object."

"Then I'll call one of your parents back!"

"I don't object anymore. I'll follow whatever the teacher arranges."

Director Shen turned into a dejected Shen Monkey.

Han Changming revealed a Buddha-like smile, looked at the monkey, and waved his hand enigmatically: "Alright, that's settled. Go back and move your desk, and by the way, tell Qingyan to come find me."

Shen Weiyue couldn't help but want to roll his eyes—calling her so affectionately.

What is this Old Demon acting so mysterious for? Isn't Zhao Qingyan just Principal Zhao Weiming's daughter? Can he fool others, but fool a reincarnated person?

So what if she's the principal's daughter? I'm Director Shen!

He didn't expose the gratified, smiling Old Demon, and walked out of the office on his own, heading toward the classroom of Class 6, Grade 12.

Although he didn't sleep last night, it allowed his personality and experience from both lifetimes to merge well.

The eighteen-year-old Shen Weiyue, on his home turf, absorbed and encompassed the thirty-four-year-old Shen Weiyue. He didn't become lifeless; instead, he added a bit of cheerfulness to his calmness, and a bit of sophistication to his youthful greenness.

This was good; no need to deliberately act ignorant, and no need to deliberately act deep.

He was still him, just a brand new version of him.

Shen Weiyue walked into the classroom, and Ye Lingtao leaned in, winking and gesturing, and asked:

"How was it? Did you get scolded badly?"

"Badly, very badly. I have no freedom anymore."

Shen Weiyue picked up the half-meter-high stack of books and exercises on his desk, walked straight to Zhao Qingyan's desk, and slammed the books down heavily amid her puzzled eyes.

He placed them right on the empty corner, making the desk shake.

This scene left the students, who were still doing their morning reading, dumbfounded.

What is Cultural Reference trying to do?

Although Zhao Qingyan was a beautiful School Beauty, she had a cold, icy expression, and she was the apple of every teacher's eye—you shouldn't mess with her, no matter who you are.

This guy must have been scolded stupid by Old Demon Han. How suicidal must he be to go and seek death like that?

Sure enough, Zhao Qingyan spoke coldly:

"What are you doing?"

"Don't ask me, Teacher Han arranged it. He wants you to go find him."

Shen Weiyue continued moving his books.

Zhao Qingyan rushed out of the classroom.