Confessing To The School Queen In Front Of The Whole School - Chapter 24.3

Xia Meng could imagine the students going back to tell their parents, and then the parents jointly seeking accountability from the teachers.

So, why was this happening? Were they unintelligent? Having said what they said, could they only grit their teeth and endure, or push forward regardless?

Xia Meng didn’t want to deal with that for the moment.

She desperately needed Tao Yun to comfort her: “Do you believe in us?”

Tao Yun was very cooperative. She wasn’t one to comfort people, but she had become adept at comforting Xia Meng.

“Of course I believe in you.”

The school beauty, who was perceived as aloof and distant by others, was gentle and tender at this moment.

Xia Meng was fully satisfied.

I knew it. Tao Yun is the best!

System.

I suggest the host write a book.

Hmm?

The title should be: The Child Who Knows How to Act Spoiled Gets the Candy

No wonder Xia Meng was so pampered at home; she really knew how to act spoiled.

But only to those she was close to.

When Xia Meng went to the student council.

The seniors said: “Sweetie, I know you’re upset, but we’re upset too.”

Xia Meng: ???

I’m not upset.

The senior explained: “I don’t know what’s gotten into the school, but we’re exhausted managing the forum now. When we ask the teachers what’s going on, they don’t say anything.”

“We’re just head down, deleting posts. Students are already starting to complain.”

“Thinking about having to handle complaints next, I feel like I’m going bald.”

How pitiful.

Xia Meng felt a moment of sympathy.

She was also decent: “Do you need help? I can definitely pass the exam, so I have time.”

Unexpectedly, the senior’s gaze darted around, avoiding eye contact, and she chuckled dryly.

“Haha, I was just complaining. No, no need.”

After saying that, she darted away at the speed of light, afraid Xia Meng would continue to offer help.

Xia Meng: …

Xia Meng continued to slack off.

Finally, she couldn’t bear to just sit and play while the other members of the student council were busy. She felt like a wicked capitalist exploiting her employees.

She quietly slipped away.

I came quietly, and I left quietly, waving my sleeves…

She looked up and saw Chu Yun.

Xia Meng silently finished the line: Not taking away a single cloud…

Chu Yun was a member of the Publicity Department.

In the student council, she was the kind of person who had something to do every day but wasn’t overly busy. Especially after that day, that sunset, when Xia Meng displayed courage Chu Yun would never possess in her lifetime, Chu Yun had deliberately avoided her.

She was afraid of the awkwardness.

Xia Meng: I’m afraid too, QAQ.

Their encounter was purely coincidental. The smart thing to do was for you to nod, and for me to nod back, and then pretend to have something urgent to do to get through the awkward moment.

Xia Meng had already nodded, but seeing Chu Yun didn’t nod back, she felt a little anxious.

Whatever, not nodding is fine. At least I said hello.

Xia Meng prepared to leave.

Chu Yun called out to her.

Xia Meng’s toes curled.

It’s all Tao Yun’s irresistible charm that forces me into this situation!

Xia Meng: “Haha, what a coincidence—”

Other than that, there was nothing else to say.

Xia Meng remained silent. Chu Yun had called her, so after exchanging greetings, being quiet as a chicken was the minimum courtesy.

It was definitely not an excuse.

Chu Yun: “Do you have confidence in Class Eight’s retake?”

It’s about this.

Xia Meng answered truthfully: “A few students are planning to print out Conan and hang him on the wall.”

A class had so many people. Even the top classes had students at the bottom of the rankings who weren’t confident about exam results, let alone Class Eight.

They were silent again for a moment.

Xia Meng: “Should I go now?”

Chu Yun called out to her again: “I support you on this matter.”

Her left hand hung down, looking in one direction.

“Being wrongly accused feels terrible. Although I don’t think Class Eight has the strength to all pass, and I don’t like the practice of finding tutors to guess the questions, you got that score, and that’s the score you got.”

Since they got the score, why should they retake the exam? It was practically saying that Class Eight cheated.

Class Eight was publicly recognized as a poor-performing class, and Chu Yun’s sentiment was not uncommon.

But regardless, support and understanding were the best attitudes.

Xia Meng: “We will all pass.”

Chu Yun looked over, their eyes meeting. Xia Meng was full of confidence, not the arrogance of making a bold statement, but simple and ordinary confidence.

“Don’t underestimate Class Eight.”

Even though they’re dumb, only I can scold them.

Xia Meng gave Chu Yun a genuine smile: “So, thank you.”

Xia Meng’s appearance was inherently cute. When she smiled, she looked harmless, especially with her sincere gratitude.

Who could not like her?

Chu Yun was momentarily stunned, then frantically took two steps back, trying to avoid her: “But I won’t give up! As long as Tao Yun hasn’t formally accepted your confession, I won’t give up!”

After saying that, she ran away in a flash.

System.

Interview: What is your mood right now?

Xia Meng.

Don’t you know?

Very sour.

Xia Meng felt like sour pickled cabbage.

The sour pickled cabbage was ambushed upon returning to the class. Su Hui patted her shoulder: “Good buddy, we must share the good times and the bad. Even if you can get tutoring from Tao Yun, you must stick with us.”

“Of course, we support you bringing Tao Yun over.”

No solo trips for Xia Meng.

Xia Meng: I can pass, let me go!

Resistance was futile.

This was the first time Xia Meng had witnessed such a large gathering. Nearly fifty students, the entire class, crowded into a small shop, making the staff scramble.

They shouted in unison: “Study hard, and make progress every day!”

After shouting, they insisted on grabbing anyone who hadn’t shouted and making them shout again.

Full of ritualistic nonsense.

They wasted nearly an hour.

Xia Meng quietly watched this group of academic underachievers waste time and began studying on her own.

Su Hui pointed at her: “Look, everyone! This person is secretly studying behind our backs!”

Xia Meng: I’m doing it in broad daylight!

This group study session lasted for four extremely difficult hours.

Everyone’s foundation was weak. When they encountered problems, they guessed and estimated. The error rate was so high that the shop assistant kept turning back, wondering if these were the flowers of the nation or man-eating flowers of the nation.

A bunch of losers wasting their parents’ money to study in a shop.

When they broke up, someone couldn’t hold it in: “This is so hard.”

“It’s hard, but we have to persevere.”

“We can’t drag the team down.”

“If I don’t pass this, I’m going to make Tao Xia break up!”

The last one, are you being polite!

Also, Xia Tao isn’t bad either, chuckle.

Xia Meng returned to school feeling lifeless, and she returned from the study session feeling lifeless.

She took a shower and lay on the bed, unable to understand why she had to endure such frustration. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, and she couldn’t fall asleep.

She wanted to send a message to Tao Yun.

She wanted to ask if she was asleep.

Let’s chat for a few dollars.

She wanted to steal a few pictures of Tao Yun from the forum to use as her desktop background.

Xia Meng thought this was a great idea!

Since she would have Tao Yun’s picture as her desktop background, Tao Yun should have one of her, too. Xia Meng turned on the desk lamp, found the right angle, and took a picture of herself.

People with social anxiety always think their photos are ugly.

Xia Meng felt the same way.

She deleted the photo. She decided it was better to steal Tao Yun’s photos for her desktop and work discreetly.

She logged onto the school forum.

She remembered the senior saying she was about to throw up from deleting posts and had caused student dissatisfaction. She wondered how things were now.

It was probably late, and the senior must be asleep, so the discussion had flared up again.

No wonder the senior said she was tired. There was a reply every second, and the threads were constantly being pushed to the top. Xia Meng clicked in and looked around. The arguments were fierce, and some people were even tagging teachers.

It’s not a class group chat, so they won’t be tagged.

No one dared to tag a teacher in a class group chat anyway.

Xia Meng exited the thread and searched for Tao Yun’s name, successfully stealing a few beautiful pictures.

These people had excellent photography skills, so good that Xia Meng thought if they became paparazzi, they would surely make a fortune.

But as she was looking for beautiful pictures, the threads started to seem strange.

It was one thing to have her name in the title.

What was this ‘CP thread’ about…

The replies had reached over a thousand.

Are they that prolific… No, why were she and Tao Yun being treated as a CP on the school forum, and why were there so many replies?

Xia Meng stared wide-eyed and clicked in.

Thanks, I feel stimulated.

There were even fanfictions.

Do you put this much effort into your essays?

At that moment, Xia Meng seemed to understand why the senior didn’t want her to help manage the school forum.

Who could handle this!

This night was destined to be sleepless. Xia Meng read through the related threads, tossing and turning. The only thing on her mind was that those seemingly earnest and decent people were doing such things behind the scenes!

It’s just because the school forum is anonymous!

Anonymous, tsk. It made her want to post something too.

Guys, the people you ship have found you. Run!

Xia Meng couldn’t sleep, so she reopened the thread, flipping through it for a long time until she found the composite photo that a ‘master’ had Photoshopped together.

Her picture was probably a recent candid shot and a bit blurry. Tao Yun’s, on the other hand, was very clear, because her fan club…

…too much, a complete crushing of strength.

That wasn’t the main point.

The main point was that she and Tao Yun were Photoshopped together, and the person who did the editing loudly howled, “Kiss! Make them kiss!”

Xia Meng felt dizzy looking at it, almost truly rushing to Tao Yun’s house to kiss her.

She set this photo as her desktop wallpaper.

She hoped to have a chance to take a picture with Tao Yun that day and replace this one.

Then, Xia Meng began to suffer from insomnia again.

The next day, sporting dark circles under her eyes, she sent a photo to Tao Yun.

It was a picture Xia Meng had dug out of the recycle bin; whether it was ugly or not, once she sent it, it would disappear from her sight!

Early morning.

Tao Yun woke up on time, washed her face, brushed her teeth, listened to the old man nagging, and watched her mother rush out to work, trying to save every second.

When it was time, she prepared to go to school.

She noticed Xia Meng had sent her a photo.

The girl in the photo was staring at the camera, her hair ends still a little damp, her head tilted slightly, and the corners of her mouth curved into a shallow smile.

She was also wearing little bear pajamas.

Tao Yun checked the message time and was very glad that Xia Meng had sent it to her in the early morning.

If she had seen this at night, how could she have possibly slept?

Although she didn’t understand Xia Meng’s intention in sending the photo, Tao Yun’s finger paused on the picture for a few seconds before saving it and setting it as her desktop wallpaper. Her actions were incredibly smooth.

She didn’t care; since it was sent to her, it was hers.

She could use it for whatever she wanted.

Then, she hesitated and opened her camera.

But she exited it again.

It turned out that the school beauty herself also had this kind of worry, feeling that she didn’t look good enough on camera.

Tao Yun composed a message: Good morning.

Ding-dong—

Xia Meng immediately checked the message, reading the words “Good morning” over and over, but still couldn’t find anything more in it.

Is that all? Just “Good morning”?

Did her photo fail to send?

Xia Meng had already clicked delete, so she couldn’t be sure.

Although she was already very satisfied with the “Good morning,” as the person who had been looking at the CP thread all night, Xia Meng felt her dark circles could be a little more wronged.

It’s Mom’s fault for not being good enough and not getting what you wanted.