7: Chapter 7 You burned the pen, you're not a good person.

Unlike other rebirth patients, Shen Weiyue did not feel an urgent need to make money right away.

For one, he simply had no money. His parents only gave him four hundred yuan a month for living expenses, leaving him with no extra savings to use as starting capital.

Secondly, the most important thing right now was the College Entrance Exam. Everything fucking revolved around the College Entrance Exam; if he didn't get this sorted out, everything else was just empty talk.

Besides, he only had half a day off each week, so even if he wanted to make things happen, he couldn't.

Shen Weiyue owned a Lenovo i908 phone, which he had bought for over two hundred yuan at a pawnshop near the school during Chinese New Year, wiping out almost all of his savings in one go.

In the evening, he first hand-washed his clothes, then answered a call from his parents on a landline, chatting briefly about his recent situation to reassure them.

Communication with rural parents was simple—just asking how his grades were, if he still had enough living expenses, and reminding him to put on more clothes.

Shen Weiyue said everything was fine. For people from the countryside, the cost of trial and error was too high, so reporting only the good news and hiding the bad was a basic survival skill.

He really had to thank his good sister, Bai Youyou. If he hadn't somehow received her financial aid back in junior high, Shen Weiyue might have already gone out to find a manual job.

Back then, he had thought 'Youyou' was a middle-aged person in their forties or fifties. He never expected that when she first started sponsoring him, she was only a teenager in high school.

The economy in Jiangnan was indeed developed; even a high school girl's pocket money could fund a child's education in a remote mountain area. It seemed that for real development, one still had to go to the coast.

Of course, Bai Youyou actually came from a very wealthy family, making her a young, rich, and beautiful girl.

The unfortunate part was that wealthy girls from that era were prone to being love-brained, which led to her later misfortunes.

Just look at the wealthy girls a dozen years later—if you weren't of equal social status, you couldn't even squeeze into their social circle, let alone expect them to marry you.

What a load of absolute bullshit!

...

The phone ringtone rang in the early morning.

Shen Weiyue changed into a set of clothes that were washed out but very clean, and went out on time as usual.

He still ran into Teacher Liang and, with growing familiarity, made use of their brief walk together to discuss and tutor his English.

By the time he stepped into the classroom right on the dot, more classmates were greeting him.

"Sect Leader Yue, you play basketball really well! You kept it well hidden!"

"Exactly. Why didn't you play with us before? Are you trying to act all cool and aloof like the School Beauty?"

"Nonsense," Shen Weiyue said with a smile. "Ask yourselves, if I had shown my skills earlier, how would you guys have been able to show off on the court?"

"Huh, that's actually true. You actually have some real presence; if you were there, we really wouldn't have been able to stand out. You're such a good guy."

"In these last hundred days, I'm going to unite the Five Mountains and become the Chief of the Martial World. Next PE class, I'll show you guys my real strength again."

Shen Weiyue smiled as he walked to his seat. Seeing Zhao Qingyan sniff the air, he said naturally, "Washed with Liby detergent. No sweat smell."

Miss Nickname ignored him, acting as if she hadn't heard a thing.

Shen Weiyue sat down and began morning self-study. After memorizing vocabulary for a bit, he switched to reviewing the essay corrections Teacher Liang had given him.

The essay sheet had been returned by Teacher Liang, covered with some red annotations. The handwriting was elegant and beautiful, like her hair dancing in a gentle breeze.

Zhao Qingyan was curious why he stopped memorizing vocabulary so quickly, so she checked to see if he was slacking off, only to spot this piece of paper.

What a Shen the Donkey, actually getting private tutoring from Teacher Liang?

She had already recognized the handwriting. Wasn't it from the hands of the beautiful teacher, Liang Yuting, who was the dream of all the young male teachers in the school?

"Cultural Reference, Teacher Liang is actually tutoring you?"

Shen Weiyue acted as if he hadn't heard her at all. Why should he explain an opportunity he had earned through his own efforts?

When he didn't speak, Zhao Qingyan became even more curious.

Liang Yuting was known for her strict boundaries at school. As the standout beauty among the female teachers, she never spent time alone with male students, and almost always answered questions in the classroom.

She was certain she hadn't seen Shen Weiyue hand in any essays in the classroom over the past two days. Furthermore, the English teacher hadn't been on duty during evening self-study the night before last, so Shen the Donkey had no chance to hand it in at the office.

There was definitely something fishy going on!

"Hey, why aren't you talking?"

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

"Shen Weiyue?"

"I-s, is, is, is..."

"..."

Director Shen turned a deaf ear to external matters, focusing solely on his studies.

Zhao Qingyan was sure he was ignoring her on purpose, and she felt rather displeased. Fine, don't tell me then, as if anyone cares.

"You crossed the line! Foul, that's a strike!"

She added another offense to her little notebook. Director Shen was shocked. "My elbow is completely on my side, how did I cross the line?"

"Your arm hair crossed the line."

Shen Weiyue widened his eyes to look closely. Not even a single hair of 0.001 millimeters in thickness was spared. Did she fucking come with an 8x scope?

"You can't even stand a single hair? You didn't specify that when you made the rules..."

"I made the rules, so I have the right of final interpretation."

Zhao Qingyan snorted coldly and gestured for him to move his elbow a bit more to his side.

Shen Weiyue's anger flared up. He pulled out a lighter, planning to burn the arm hair off. Miss Nickname frowned:

"You actually carry a lighter with you? Do you smoke in secret too? That's another strike!"

"Who's smoking? It's for lighting mosquito coils, alright?"

"Where are there mosquitoes in early March? Try using some basic biological common sense when you lie. No wonder your biology grades are so bad."

That really fucking stung. No wonder you, Nickname, can't make any friends.

Shen Weiyue told her very seriously, "I suggest you shut your mouth if you don't know how to speak. It's really a pity you have a mouth."

"You brought a lighter to the classroom and won't even let me talk about it. It must be for smoking. I'm going to report you to Teacher Han..."

"Come on, smell it. Smell it and see if there's any smell of smoke in my mouth?"

Director Shen was too lazy to explain, so he simply leaned his head forward, bringing his face close to Zhao Qingyan's.

Zhao Qingyan froze. What was this Shen the Donkey trying to do?

"Get lost, it stinks."

"Yes, yes, yes. You're fragrant, your breath is like orchids, you're a little fairy... I didn't expect a top student's imagination to be so lacking. Just because a guy carries a lighter, he must be smoking? Can't he be an arsonist?"

"Who are you going to burn down?"

"Burn a pen."

"What?"

"Burn a pen. I said I want to burn a pen, is that okay?"

Shen Weiyue spun a 2B pencil around his fingers, and with a click, he was about to light it up.

Zhao Qingyan glared at him and shouted angrily, "Shen Weiyue, don't mess around! You're burning a pen, you're not a good person."

Director Shen was laughing at first, but then his mind suddenly stalled, feeling that something was off.

"Burning a pen makes me not a good person?"

Go to hell! How could she insult someone like that?

Before he could speak, the classroom suddenly fell dead silent. Several guys looked over with complicated expressions, and that dog Ye Lingtao was even winking and making faces.

"Sect Leader Yue, what are you guys talking about? What 'burning pens'? High schoolers shouldn't be talking dirty."

"Oh my, how can you say such embarrassing things? I'm a virgin, I can't listen to this."

"Class Monitor, you're usually so cold and aloof, yet you actually know about this..."

The crowd burst into laughter. Zhao Qingyan didn't understand what they were saying, but she figured it wasn't anything good, so she explained angrily:

"Shen Weiyue brought a lighter to the classroom and said he was going to start a fire."

"Wow, Sect Leader Yue, are you going to set the classroom on fire? If you burn us, do we not have to take the College Entrance Exam?"

"Get lost, don't listen to her nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense! You clearly said it yourself—you want to be an arsonist."

"Can't I be an arsonist of hearts?"

Director Shen's words stunned everyone.