Wulin No.1 Middle School

Yu Tingfeng has rarely been in contact with normal people since he was a child, the people he met either toyed with people’s hearts or have no hearts at all.

So he was somewhat surprised to come across a dimwit like Song Zhaolan, who waited all night long just because of an agreement.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Yu Tingfeng said, “Didn’t you have my WeChat?”

“Forgot to take my phone with me.” Song Zhaolan said, “Who knew you didn’t actually come.”

Yu Tingfeng knew that he’s wrong, and inexplicably felt a little guilty. He immediately thought that he’s indeed a cold-blooded demon, a demon without conscience.

“Remember to bring your phone when you go out in the future. Look at these people. Aren’t they always looking at their phones?” After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, he beat himself up in his heart again, reminding ghost ah, how could he not know it at his age?

Song Zhaolan: “Oh, I see.”

Yu Tingfeng: “… … ”

You really didn’t know?

Yu Tingfeng pondered for a moment, then asked: “Then how about we re-compete right now, you decide the location.”

“No time. I have to go to a meeting.” Song Zhaolan glanced at the time, turned around and left, but his wrist was grabbed by the other party.

“Anything else?”

Yu Tingfeng didn’t know why his hand was so cheap. He let go of his hand and pointed at the back of his hand: “What’s wrong here?”

Song Zhaolan raised his hand and looked at it. There were two or three red and swollen bumps on the back of his fair hand, which were very obvious. He replied, “I was bitten by a mosquito last night. The mosquitoes in the mountains are more difficult to deal with.”

“You’re ok?”

“Nothing, I get bitten a lot.” Song Zhaolan was used to the mosquitoes in the mountains when he was young so he didn’t put it in mind.

Yu Tingfeng: “No, I mean, you’re bleeding from the scratching.”

Song Zhaolan: “It’s all right, I won’t die.”

Yu Tingfeng: “… … ”

… …

At the class meeting, Wu Chenggang began to explain the arrangements for the examination room for the monthly exam the day after tomorrow, as well as some precautions.

The examination room is arranged according to grades. This is the first large-scale exam right after school started so the teachers were more nervous. They took turns to come to the classroom, they advise them to answer the questions seriously and carefully! Make good use of the process of elimination! If you don’t know how to answer the question, move on to the next one! Write your name and test number on the test paper as soon as you get it!

Xue Canming recorded it down at a lightning speed, after the meeting, he said to the group: “Friends, I think this is going to be a huge battle. We need to prepare.”

Yu Xiaohui said coldly with her arms around her chest, “I don’t have a 2B pencil like the teacher said.”

“I’ll buy it for everyone later, I have plenty of money.” Wu Xiaoyu immediately undertook the service.

Song Zhaolan immediately said: “I don’t have a baked sesame seed coated cake either.”

Xue Canming subconsciously asked: “Is the cake related to our exam?”

Wu Xiaoyu waved his hand: “It doesn’t matter, I’ll buy it!”

“Then I want one too.” After Xue Canming finished speaking, for some reason, he suddenly bent down, and whispered cautiously, “Our seats have been changed this time, and I heard that there will be many people from other classes coming to Class A for the exam. It is also very likely that we encounter the demonic sect, so we have to be careful, we definitely will not be taken advantage of.”

Yu Xiaohui clenched her fists: “Okay.”

Xue Canming looks at the calm Zhao Mingdeng again: “Master Mingdeng, do you think we have confidence in the monthly exam? What should we do?”

Zhao Mingdeng picked up a pen: “Look at it, what did you see?”

Xue Canming went quiet for a moment and suddenly realized: “I understand, Master, are you saying that everything depends on one’s effort, that if we hold on to the pen tightly, we can write like God and change our destiny?”

“No.” Zhao Mingdeng shook his head.

“Then?”

Song Zhaolan glanced at it, and said: “He means that his gel pen has no refill, Wu Xiaoyu, please help him get one.”

Zhao Mingdeng shyly smiled.

“… … ” Xue Canming didn’t know what came to mind, he turned and asked Song Zhaolan, “Have you studied?”

Song Zhaolan: “No, I don’t know what to study. I went to bed early last night.”

The surrounding students immediately scoffed, not believing it, and said with a smile: “How can a top student revise, even if he revises, he won’t tell us.”

Xue Canming and others looked at Song Zhaolan in disbelief: “Did you lie to us? Say, did you secretly review?”

Song Zhaolan: “I really haven’t studied.”

The crowd: “We don’t believe it!”

Song Zhaolan: “… … ”

The day of the exam.

After breakfast, everyone walked to their respective examination rooms with their supplies. However, most of the students of Class A did not need to change the examination room, only the 10 or so people with the lowest ranking left, the one that ranked last was none other than Wu Xiaoyu.

Originally, Wu Xiaoyu was not admitted to Wulin No. 1 Middle School, but his family was rich, so under the name of funding the school, they were able to get him.

According to the score, Wu Xiaoyu has to go to Class F for the exam.

Yu Xiaohui: “Brother Wu, take care, we’ll meet again.”

Xue Canming: “Xiao Yu, since you’re going to the demons’ lair, please be very careful. Don’t let them bully you. If you have problems, immediately report them to us, we will come and rescue you!”

Zhao Mingdeng: “Amitabha, living is like being in a forest of thorns. If your heart is still, you won’t act rashly, if you’re still, you won’t get hurt.”

Wu Xiaoyu was quite touched by the kind send-offs and instructions. Everyone sent him to the second floor, the entrance to class F was just ahead.

He looked at Song Zhaolan: “Does the alliance leader have anything else to say?”

Song Zhaolan patted him on the shoulder and said profoundly: “If there are three long ones, pick the shortest, three short ones then pick the longest”

Wu Xiaoyu clasped his fists: “Thank you leader for your teaching.”

“One more thing.” Song Zhaolan whispered something in his ear, Wu Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, agreeing.

Walking into Class F, Wu Xiaoyu vigilantly looked at the situation inside. A group of Demonic sect in the corner suddenly became quiet, and the two sides were face to face.

The keen students seemed to sense something was wrong, they looked around.

At this time, Yu Tingfeng walked in and pushed aside the Wu Xiaoyu who was blocking the way, and stood on the podium to announce a big matter: “I will get at least the 40th place this time, you guys can do as you see fit.”

Wu Xiaoyu didn’t quite understand. Wasn’t this something you needed to rely on yourself? Why should others do as they please?

Soon he understood.

It was not long before the exam began that the people in the room became restless.

As soon as the proctor lowered his head, a paper ball flew past Wu Xiaoyu and landed on Yu Tingfeng’s desk.

Wu Xiaoyu thought that everyone was at the same level, so why did they still cheat on each other?

He observed for a while that all the paper balls were coming from the same direction —— the demonic sect’s Right Guardian.

The Right Guardian, with his eyes closed and his mouth wide open, chanting an unspeakable incantation, as if he was performing a pious prayer ceremony, he then clasped his hands and shook them.

Wu Xiaoyu has long heard about the fortune-telling skill of the Right Guardian. There once was another evil sect that appeared in Jianghu. They appeared and disappeared unpredictably. No one knows where their lair is. The righteous sect had headaches because of it. Unexpectedly, the Right Guardian actually figured out the location of the lair, and so the Demonic sect went to destroy that sect first.

Thinking of this, Wu Xiaoyu became even more curious about this great master. He lay down on the table and fixed his gaze on the guardian behind him. Then, he saw the Right Guardian spread his palm, threw an eraser on the desk, and copied down the letters on the eraser.

Wu Xiaoyu:.. … ?

Wait, that’s not even fortune-telling at all, aren’t you just randomly answering it? With an answer like that, do you have to go through all this trouble just to send the answer to Yu Tingfeng?

Wu Xiaoyu couldn’t understand until one of the paper balls was accidentally thrown onto his desk.

Wu Xiaoyu: “… … ”

He’s never faced such a difficult choice in his life.

The answer was right in front of him, to see or not to see?

Not looking, not looking,  we, the righteous sect definitely don’t want anything from the demonic sect, and the medium was just some random eraser!

But… … What if that method was right? If he just has one look, could he stay in class A and take the exam with his buddies next time?

As his heart was suffering, Yu Tingfeng kicked him on the back.

This kick simply kicked Wu Xiaoyu’s heart, he no longer worried about making a choice. Since you’re not kind, don’t blame me for being unjust!

Holding the paper ball in his hand, he secretly looked at the proctor in front of him with a guilty conscience. When the proctor looked down, he quickly unfolded it. First, he was shocked and immediately frowned.

He thought of the last sentence Song Zhaolan had told him, and wrote it down on the paper.

“Hand over the note.” The proctor, sitting at the back, suddenly stood next to him and extended his hand.

“… … ” Wu Xiaoyu quietly handed it over.

The demonic sect hated the irons for not becoming steel, they bitterly looked at him, suspecting that he was a teacher’s mole.

The proctor unfolded the paper and revealed the same expression as Wu Xiaoyu, he was first shocked, and then frowned deeply.

The content didn’t contain the answers , but it’s a chat record——

Liu Zhuizhui: Right guardian, are you there?

Right Guardian: Yes.

Liu Zhuichao: Is everyone here? It’s boring. Let’s talk.

Sun Yicheng: Okay, when are you gonna finish Right Guardian? We’re in a hurry.

Right Guardian: It will be ready soon, please wait a moment, everyone can discuss what to eat later. Boss, what do you want to eat?

Yu Tingfeng: What’s there to discuss? What kind of delicious food can this poor place have? You can’t even have a full imperial feast, it’s really boring.

Sun Yicheng: Pass it on. Boss wants to eat a full imperial feast, life is really boring.

Zhang Wei: Pass it on. The boss wants to eat or he will die.

Subordinate A: Pass it on, the boss wants to die.

Wu Xiaoyu: The leader said that you could turn the papers in early and go to the small canteen, the new dishes are very delicious.

Proctor:???

The author has something to say:

Proctor: The earth should perish, ah, this exam room is hopeless.

Demonic sect: Pass it on, the planet is dead.