4: Chapter 4 Beware of being punished for a grave offense of disrespect.

The sound of students reciting in the classroom stopped in tacit unison.

Everyone watched Shen Weiyue move his books, and then saw him move his chair over; only then did they realize that Sect Leader Yue was planning to become desk-mates with School Beauty Zhao!

Badass.

Is Cultural Reference trying to reverse-cultivate the Evil-Warding Sword Manual and grow that thing back?

Instead of being envious, the boys actually admired Shen Weiyue's courage.

It was true that Zhao Qingyan was the School Beauty of The First High School, but there really weren't many boys who dared to have designs on her.

For one, she was just too beautiful, making people feel ashamed of their own inferiority.

Secondly, this School Beauty was a super straight-A student, shouldering the school's high hopes for Tsinghua and Peking University. She was a standard key protected object of the school, the kind of existence who could enter the Dean's office without bowing or announcing her name, and walk in with shoes and a sword—a privileged status.

Furthermore, she had a bad temper, always wearing a cold, frosty expression. If you were even slightly careless, she would report you to the teacher, charge you with the crime of disrespect, and make you go up on stage to make a public apology.

With such a beauty, the boys in Class 6 didn't lack the desire; they simply didn't have the guts.

Looking at it this way, Cultural Reference is a real man!

Watching Shen Weiyue sit down beside Zhao Qingyan's seat with a breezy air, Ye Lingtao finally snapped out of his daze and exclaimed in shock, "Holy crap, Yue-sang, what are you doing! Is this what you meant by losing your freedom—sitting next to Zhao Qingyan?"

"Old Demon Han arranged it, what can I do?"

"That seat is a real pain in the ass."

"It is a pain in the ass, but even so, I have to sit there. Zhao Qingyan isn't some ferocious monster."

"You're going to die."

"Not quite. Just hold on for a hundred days and I'll be liberated."

As the two exchanged questions and answers, the other students watched Shen Weiyue with meaningful looks, and a few punks gave him a thumbs up.

Ye Lingtao's concern was not without reason.

Before long, Zhao Qingyan walked in from outside with her brows tightly knitted. The way her ponytail swayed looked like a noose prepared for Shen Weiyue.

Shen Weiyue made way for her, and she walked to her seat. The next second, she actually took out a pencil sharpener blade and drew a line on the desk.

"This is the boundary. Don't say I didn't warn you!"

Not only was this little hussy damaging public property, but she was also threatening Director Shen with a cold face.

However, as the sunlight shone in from outside, it illuminated the fine downy hair on the back of her neck beneath her high ponytail, revealing a delicate beauty that even her school uniform couldn't hide.

"Fine."

Shen Weiyue nodded in agreement.

He didn't pay much attention to her and began memorizing vocabulary from his English textbook.

Zhao Qingyan endured it for a while, but her brows furrowed deeper and deeper. She reminded him, "Can you be quieter? And don't keep repeating the same word?"

"Uh, people like us without culture are just like this. If we don't repeat it over and over, how are we supposed to remember it?" Shen Weiyue asked back without even looking up.

"You're affecting me! I really don't like having a desk-mate!"

"I didn't arrange this. Go talk to Old Demon Han... Teacher Han. He was the one who firmly said you had a focused mind and wouldn't be affected."

"You..."

Zhao Qingyan was genuinely angered; her small chest heaved rapidly, and she took a few deep breaths to suppress her agitation.

"Are you sure you want to sit here?"

"I'm a student. How would I dare disobey a teacher? Especially when it's Old Demon Han, our homeroom teacher. I'm also just a victim of circumstance."

"..."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingyan was silent for a long time. It seemed she also felt it was a bit excessive to take her anger out on Shen Weiyue, so she controlled her emotions and said indifferently, "Alright then, you can sit here for the time being. I have just one request, and I hope you can fulfill it."

"Go ahead."

"Don't disturb me during class, don't cross the line on the desk, don't snore during lunch break, don't bring breakfast to your seat, don't have the smell of sweat on your clothes, don't take off your shoes during class, don't whistle, don't shake your legs..."

Shen Weiyue couldn't help but look up at her. This is considered one request?

Moreover, some of these were way too overbearing. Even the demanding women he went on blind dates with in his later life had never made such outrageous demands.

This kind of treaty, which humiliated men and forfeited their rights—isn't this just what it's like to be henpecked after marriage?

He was about to object, but he saw a flash of cunning in the little hussy's eyes. Although she hid it well, how could she possibly fool the sharp-eyed Director Shen?

"Is that all?"

"That's all for now. If you fail to do even one of these, I will report you to Teacher Han to discipline you."

Seeing Shen Weiyue's brows slightly furrowed, Zhao Qingyan added more pressure: "Teacher Han asked me to supervise you. I will definitely watch your every little move. You'd better not let your mind wander for even a second, otherwise, just wait to be scolded!"

After saying this, she waited quietly for Shen Weiyue's response, but the sense of anticipation was impossible to hide.

This little hussy was probably just waiting for him to cry out in injustice or complain about how unbearable it was.

She was a young girl after all. Even though she appeared cold and aloof on the outside, a mature temperament couldn't be faked.

Director Shen found it amusing. After intentionally pausing for a few seconds, he suddenly relaxed his brows and smiled, "Alright, thank you for the supervision, Class Monitor. Happy cooperation."

He habitually extended his right hand.

"What are you doing? Who wants to shake your hand!"

Zhao Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then struck his hand with her pen, looking completely disgusted.

"Take it away! I'm adding one more condition: don't harbor any improper thoughts about me, and don't look at me and smile like an idiot."

"..."

Shen Weiyue stopped speaking, put away his smile, and couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her.

This School Beauty was overly narcissistic, to an outrageous degree, and she also seemed to have a severe case of mysophobia.

"Did you hear me?"

"..."

"Speak."

"Yeah."

"Is 'yeah' an agreement or not? Do you actually have other ideas?"

Zhao Qingyan's gaze turned hostile. Shen Weiyue said speechlessly, "You are too narcissistic. If it weren't for Teacher Han's requirement, I'd have to be crazy to be your desk-mate."

Seeing her half-doubting, he administered another strong dose: "I must emphasize one point: it is impossible for me to like you. I will definitely respect you just as I respect my own mother!"

Zhao Qingyan was caught off guard by how sharp his mouth could be when he was serious. The rebound damage left her feeling internally injured.

Seeing Shen Weiyue lower his head to memorize words after dropping that harsh remark, his voice much lower than before, she couldn't continue to lash out, so she sulkily began her morning reading.

Her morning reading was quite unique; she didn't make a sound, just memorized silently from the textbook.

Shen Weiyue admired her sincerely.

No wonder in his previous life, this girl went to Tsinghua and Peking University first and then to Cambridge. A straight-A student is truly different.

He didn't have the slightest intention of competing with her. A qualified adult must recognize and accept their own ceiling.

If you are only cut out for a vocational training school, don't fantasize about getting into Peking University.

Take him for example: in his previous life, he got into an ordinary key university. In this life, by correcting his bad habits and putting in his full effort to salvage things, perhaps relying on some talent and vague memories of exam questions, he might be able to reach, by standing on his tiptoes, a well-known 985 University.

But setting his goal at Jianghai University, a C9 school, was already his limit. He really couldn't leapfrog to Tsinghua or Peking University.

Facing one's own limits is not shameful.

After signing the Eastern and Western treaties, the two entered a stage of strategic stalemate, where the well water did not interfere with the river water.

Shen Weiyue studied on his own, not crossing the 38th parallel on the desk.

Naturally, Zhao Qingyan couldn't find an opportunity to lash out, so she tightened her little face and turned her head to the side, out of sight, out of mind.

In the eyes of the whole class, the scene actually became harmonious.

The boys watched this scene with complex feelings, and one thought ran through their minds: School Beauty Zhao, why aren't you attacking him? Aren't you a tigress?