Confessing To The School Queen In Front Of The Whole School - Chapter 7

The Next Day

Xia Meng arrived at Class Eight with a heavy expression. She placed her schoolbag on her desk, feeling the gaze of everyone around her.

It was the same at the school gate; everyone was looking at her.

It wasn’t a delusion, or an exaggeration—it was real. Everyone was looking at her!

When Xia Meng looked back, those people even grinned, exposing their front teeth. It was only then that she realized: some things don’t just disappear because she wishes they would!

Lin Ruoruo, who was catching latecomers at the school gate, had even solemnly declared, “Don’t affect Student Xia Meng’s school life!”

It was precisely because she said it that laughter erupted all around.

Then came the encouragement from her schoolmates.

“Student Xia Meng, for the sake of your beautiful school life, you absolutely must not give up!”

Give up what? Yesterday, no one even knew her name, only referring to “a girl.” Today, upon arriving at school, everyone knew her name was Xia Meng!

And the culprit behind all of this was you, Su Hui!

Xia Meng’s irritated eyes glared at the boy walking toward her, but the boy just greeted her with a bright, cheerful laugh: “Bro, you made it to school! I thought you’d be staying home for a few days!”

Xia Meng pouted; she did want to hide at home for a few days.

Her deskmate nudged Xia Meng: “Hurry up and sit down. Don’t pay attention to this idiot.”

Su Hui was displeased. “I’m your class monitor! How can you call the class monitor an idiot! What do you take yourself for!”

The deskmate rolled her eyes.

“The mid-term exam is coming up soon. Don’t let the homeroom teacher call your parents again.”

Su Hui immediately slumped. “Why do we have to deal with annoying things like mid-term exams?”

The Disciplinary Dean hadn’t let Xia Meng stay home for a few more days precisely because of the mid-term exams. No matter how hopelessly behind Class Eight was, mid-terms were crucial for No. 1 High School.

Even though they were academic slackers, the students of Class Eight still had basic respect for their teachers and never missed an exam.

Whether the submitted test paper was a blank sheet or covered in scribbles, that was another matter entirely.

Xia Meng’s face paled: “What did you say? Mid-term exams?”

She was doomed! She had completely forgotten about the mid-term exam!

First, she got into a car accident, and then she was running around trying to increase her survival time. How could she remember when the mid-term exam was scheduled?!

Su Hui was quite moved: “As expected of my bro, we share the misfortune!”

“But, bro, don’t you have Tao Yun? When are you going to bring the son-in-law over to give us all some backbone?”

It was widely known that the class monitor of Class Eight had no brain.

Su Hui scratched his head. Without any self-awareness of his identity, he continued to speak his mind: “Last time I ran into Old Yang, and he was being ridiculed because our Class Eight’s average score hit a historical low. I was thinking, if we could manage to lure Tao Yun over, Old Yang wouldn’t be mocked next time.”

Xia Meng remained silent.

There would always be some unlucky teacher in charge of Class Eight, and Old Yang was that unfortunate soul.

A middle-aged man with a beer belly, he walked slowly, liked to carry a thermos cup, and held the air of a veteran teacher.

However, the students were well-informed. Just a few days after school started, they learned that the reason Old Yang was in charge of Class Eight was because he had gotten into some trouble.

They didn’t know how serious the trouble was, but they just watched as Old Yang’s hair thinned day by day.

In all fairness, the students of Class Eight were truly mischievous.

But even with their mischief, there were still fine young people like the class monitor, who maintained their integrity and knew that as a class monitor, he couldn’t stand by and watch his own homeroom teacher be bullied.

However, hoping that this group of students in Class Eight would work hard to raise the average score was less realistic than hoping Old Yang would retire early.

The deskmate sneered: “Even if you bring over a few Tao Yuns, it wouldn’t raise the average. Stop dreaming.”

Su Hui disagreed: “Don’t talk nonsense! What if an academic prodigy comes over and motivates our enthusiasm for learning? Let alone improving the average score, we might even jump up and surpass Class Two!”

“When that happens, we’ll be the new Class One!”

The class monitor’s brain couldn’t even grasp this simple fact.

Xia Meng held back her urge to complain. Surpassing Class Two would at most make them the new Class Two! To become Class One… that was truly…

The deskmate glanced at the sky outside—it was truly blue, and the sun was red.

In broad daylight, only Su Hui could continue to daydream.

Su Hui insisted: “So, this whole thing is up to you, Comrade Xia Meng!”

Xia Meng: So the class monitor suddenly treated me like a good brother because of this!

But she had only known Tao Yun for one day. How could she possibly have the ability to bring Tao Yun into the class as a “son-in-law”? Xia Meng’s face blushed. Ptooie, ptooie, ptooie, what “son-in-law”!

She was almost led astray by Su Hui.

Xia Meng couldn’t help but wonder again why she wasn’t bound to a system for academic gods. If she were, maybe she could help Class Eight’s students take off and achieve a reversal!

Xia Meng asked: “Do the other students know about this?”

Su Hui scratched his head again, finding it tricky: “I’ve only told you two about this. Telling the others would only increase the worry.”

They had been classmates for so long; they knew each other’s capabilities.

Otherwise, Su Hui wouldn’t have set his mind on Tao Yun.

He slapped his forehead: “One Tao Yun isn’t enough; why don’t we get a few more! Comrade Xia Meng’s idea is worth considering! Okay, I’ll send out a few more female students—everyone do their best to recruit external help!”

Su Hui spoke without shame.

“Remember, we only want the top students from Class One! Class Two? We don’t even look at them!”

The deskmate was tired of rolling her eyes. She rolled her textbook into a club and smacked Su Hui with it!

Su Hui yelled: “Ow, ow, ow! Talk properly! Don’t use your hands!”

The deskmate said through gritted teeth: “I think your suggestion is excellent. Why don’t you, the class monitor, take the lead in doing it!”

Su Hui jumped up and down, dodging: “Isn’t someone already taking the lead? What’s it got to do with me! Hey, bro! Don’t just watch! Save me!”

Xia Meng watched with a heart as cold as iron as Su Hui got beaten, listening to his mournful cries, and felt extremely pleased. If she could, she wanted to join in herself.

How did I end up being assigned to Class Eight in the first place, ending up with such an unreliable class monitor?

Xia Meng took out her textbook.

The first class was English, and her textbook was very clean, a clear sign that it was rarely opened.

She opened the English book, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind:

I like you in English is I like you…

Damn it, what was she thinking about? Xia Meng buried her face in her hands in despair. She also wanted to vent some of Old Yang’s frustrations, but all she could think about now was her survival time.

She could only continue to be a useless slacker.

Old Yang, when I graduate, I’ll come back to see you often. You endured all the pressure!

Xia Meng turned the pages of her textbook.

Her deskmate returned after punishing Su Hui, still feeling annoyed: “Don’t mind him.”

Xia Meng softly replied, “Okay.”

The deskmate looked at Xia Meng, incredibly curious: “How did you manage to summon the courage to confess to Tao Yun back then?”

Xia Meng: “…”

Was she really never going to live this down?

The agonizing English class finally ended. Old Yang slowly stood at the classroom door. The classroom was still noisy, and no one spared him a second glance.

Old Yang was used to this treatment: “Ahem, Xia Meng, come with me for a moment.”

The noisy classroom suddenly fell silent.

Even though the person was the easily-bullied Old Yang, Xia Meng was still nervous.

Even though she knew Old Yang wouldn’t say anything too harsh, she still slowly got up and followed him into the office with her head down, feeling uneasy.

There were no other teachers in the office. It was clear Old Yang had picked a good time.

His slow, gentle nature made Xia Meng incredibly uncomfortable. She watched as he slowly drew the curtains, returned to his seat, fetched a cup of water, and then unhurriedly sat down.

That knife over her head—it wouldn’t drop. Is Old Yang a master of psychological torment?

Since her confession to Tao Yun was such a huge deal, Xia Meng could easily imagine what the other teachers were saying about Old Yang. Why wasn’t he angry?

Be angry! Be decisive! Just start lecturing me like the Disciplinary Dean!

Old Yang took a sip of water: “Xia Meng.”

Xia Meng sat up straight.

“What you did was actually very good.”

Xia Meng: ???

Her head was a giant question mark. She was completely stunned by his words, wondering if there was something wrong with Old Yang to say such a thing!

Old Yang explained: “Originally, Tao Yun wasn’t planning to participate in the Physics Competition, but yesterday, she decided to participate.”

The Physics Competition, right, there was that matter.

Old Yang put down his thermos cup and gazed thoughtfully toward the door.

“In order to avoid public gossip, she had to participate in the competition and then win an award for the school. What you did was quite good!”

Xia Meng voiced her confusion directly: “Huh?”

Old Yang meant that Xia Meng’s stimulus had instead prompted Tao Yun to choose to win glory for the school, so this was a net positive.

But what does that have to do with you? Tao Yun is a student in Class One!

What is there for you, the teacher of Class Eight, to be proud of? Xia Meng muttered under her breath.

Old Yang was probably losing his mind.

Old Yang withdrew his gaze and looked seriously at Xia Meng: “The fact that you like Tao Yun proves that you also have a heart that loves studying, or else you wouldn’t have been moved by Tao Yun! I can see it, Xia Meng. Study hard, don’t give up on yourself!”

Xia Meng weakly interjected: “Why does me liking Tao Yun mean I love studying?”

Old Yang was surprised: “Isn’t it because Tao Yun has good academic scores?”

Xia Meng: No, it’s because of her beauty.

The system mission had clearly stated: Confess to the best-looking girl in the whole school. It had nothing to do with studying!

Xia Meng didn’t want people to mistakenly think she was a slave to good looks, so she silently accepted Old Yang’s reasoning.

Anyway, her grades were what they were. She was a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, firmly maintaining her identity as an academic slacker.

Old Yang nodded, finally showing a satisfied look: “You’ve only just started the semester, so it’s normal to be behind in your studies. But managing to get into No. 1 High School is your own skill. I’m giving you this practice workbook. I believe in you!”

Xia Meng took the workbook from Old Yang’s hand.

After being ushered out of the office just like that, Xia Meng began to realize something: it seemed the class monitor and the homeroom teacher had a shared understanding.

That kind of thought process was incomprehensible to the average person.

Xia Meng was carrying the workbook and preparing to return to the classroom when she saw a slender figure standing in the corridor ahead.