DLSRWAR Chapter 67 Class reorganization?

Hao Jiajia held Qin Yumian’s hand and blew on it a couple of times to help the nail polish dry faster.

The cheap smell was quite overpowering.

But with Qin Yumian’s slender, fair fingers, the sparkly nail polish looked really nice.

Hao Jiajia said, “You don’t even like the Little Sheep. Why would I ask you to go?”

Yang Mao replied confidently, “Although I don’t like your idol, as a free laborer, I can help you carry your luggage!”

Hao Jiajia coldly responded with three words, “Not needed.”

Yang Mao felt a bit embarrassed and snorted, “Who even wants to go?”

Recalling how the topic started, Yang Mao continued, “So, going to the capital made you want to go to college?”

Hao Jiajia was silent for a few seconds before nodding, “Yes.”

Yang Mao asked, “Why?”

Hao Jiajia answered, “Because I want to be closer to the Little Sheep.”

Yang Mao sneered, not understanding the mindset of a fangirl, and turned to Qin Yumian, “What about you, Class Monitor Qin?”

Qin Yumian, while selecting answers on her test paper, replied indifferently, “Nanjing University is pretty good.”

Hao Jiajia asked, “So you want to go to Nanjing University, Class Monitor Qin?”

Yang Mao took out his phone and looked up Nanjing University’s historical college entrance exam score lines, which were all above 600.

“Class Monitor Qin, as expected of you.”

That score was almost unattainable.

Qin Yumian said nothing. Grandpa hoped she would go to Nanjing University, and Nanjing University was quite good, wasn’t it?

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After the day’s classes ended, the evening self-study session was for the Chinese teacher.

According to the Chinese teacher’s routine, the first two periods were for lectures, and the remaining period was for self-study.

The Chinese teacher asked Qin Yumian to supervise the self-study session while she went to the office to get some water.

The drinking fountain in the classroom had been broken by some mischievous boys, so during winter, everyone had to go to the office for hot water.

As soon as the teacher left, the classroom didn’t stay quiet for long before it started buzzing with low conversations.

Ye Hancheng had switched places with Hao Jiajia and saw that Qin Yumian was memorizing English words. He didn’t disturb his wife and instead took out a math workbook to work on.

Wu Yu and the others pushed the desks together and, with a mysterious look, said, “Brother Han, interested in exploring the dark secrets of the campus?”

Ye Hancheng raised an eyebrow, “What dark secrets?”

Big Fatty stuffed a handful of shrimp chips into his mouth, “I heard the music classroom is haunted.”

Yang Mao, who loved to stir up excitement, immediately turned around, “Haunted? Is that for real?”

Wu Yu lowered his voice to create a spooky atmosphere, “Some people said that when passing by the music classroom, they heard piano sounds coming from inside, but the classroom door was locked.”

Yang Mao, intrigued, said, “Hey, have you guys heard of a rumor?” 

“What rumor?”

“Rumor has it that our school used to be a graveyard. Because the students here have good spirits and plenty of yang energy, the school was built here,” Yang Mao said in a spooky tone. “I also heard that there were paranormal events in the girls’ bathroom.”

Wu Yu took a bag of chips from Big Fatty and chewed them loudly, “What kind of paranormal events?”

Yang Mao continued, “It’s said that a girl once saw red water coming out of the tap while washing her hands, and a white shadow flew across the room. The girl screamed on the spot…”

“Ah—”

The sudden scream startled Wu Yu and the others.

“Fuck!!”

“Who? What are you yelling for?”

Wu Yu turned towards the source of the scream and saw that it was Hao Jiajia.

Yang Mao walked over and asked, “Why did you suddenly scream?”

Hao Jiajia ignored him and immediately sat up straight, even pulling out her textbook and pretending to study seriously.

“That’s strange,” Yang Mao muttered, and as he looked up, he was caught off guard by seeing the reflection of a middle-aged man’s face on the glass of the back door. “Damn!”

The man pushed open the door, “What are you all doing? Not studying or doing your homework during the evening self-study session? Instead, you’re gathered in groups playing mahjong? I could hear your class from far away; it sounded like a market. Where’s the class monitor? Doesn’t anyone manage this?”

Qin Yumian blinked and stood up, “Director Gao, we were actually discussing the questions.”

Director Gao said, “Does discussing questions need to be that loud? Everyone, be quiet and read. If you have questions, discuss them after class. And you, what are you still doing here? Go back to your seat.”

Yang Mao quickly ran back to his seat.

“You’re all in your final year, and still so lax.” Director Gao walked down the aisle between the desks with his hands behind his back. “I discussed with the school leaders, and if your class’ final exam results this semester are still at the bottom, we’ll break up your class and reassign you to other classes, then create a new Class 4.”

Hearing Director Gao’s words, most of the students in the class were stunned.

Wu Yu, representing the entire class, asked, “Director Gao, didn’t we already go through a class reorganization?”

Director Gao replied, “That was the division between liberal arts and sciences. This reorganization is due to your class’ low graduation rate, which necessitates a second reorganization.”

Wu Yu asked cautiously, “Director Gao, can we skip the reorganization?”

“Sure, if your class can rank sixth in the final exam this semester and show the school your potential, then the reorganization will be considered as if the school never mentioned it.”

With that heavy news, Director Gao left with his hands behind his back.

Wu Yu asked, “Is Director Gao joking with us, or is he serious?”

Qin Yumian, marking the Chinese pronunciations below the English words, said without looking up, “Director Gao mentioned this to me when I went to the academic affairs office today. It doesn’t seem like a joke.”

Instantly, Wu Yu and the others fell silent.

After spending so much time together, everyone would surely be reluctant to be separated suddenly.

Seeing the atmosphere was a bit gloomy, Ye Hancheng casually said, “Didn’t Old Ba say that if our class ranked sixth in the final exam, we could avoid reorganization?”

Wu Yu, with a sad face, said, “Brother Han, there are ten science classes and three liberal arts classes in the school. Our class is always ranked tenth among the science classes each year. To reach sixth place is not easy.”

Ye Hancheng asked, “How many points did our class fall short of the sixth place in the last final exam?”

Wu Yu replied, “If I remember correctly, it was more than 40 points.”

Ye Hancheng said, “There are about 40 people in our class. If each person scores 40 more points, wouldn’t that make us sixth place?”

Wu Yu: “…”

It sounded somewhat reasonable.

“But Brother Han, you know that our class is full of underperforming students.”

At this moment, Qin Yumian looked up and tapped her fingers on the English book, “So what if we’re underperforming? It’s precisely because we are that it’s easier to score 40 more points.”

Yang Mao asked, “How is that so?”

Qin Yumian explained, “Is it easier for a top student who scores 140 out of 150 in math to increase their score by 40 points, or for a student who scores 14 to do the same?”

Yang Mao said, “…But the full score is 150.”

So, was there even any doubt? It was definitely the underperforming students!

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