Green Tea Top Student Falls in Love with Me - Chapter 19

Shi Wangui cut her hair, trimming it to shoulder-length based on the shortest sections. Though it wasn’t as pretty as her long hair, at least it didn’t look odd anymore. As soon as she entered the classroom, Sun Yi asked curiously, “Why did you cut your hair? And why does your face look a bit strange?”

She didn’t hide it from her friend. “Li Jun hired someone to get back at me. We got into a fight this morning.”

Sun Yi’s expression instantly darkened. Without caring how many classmates had already arrived, she slammed her hand angrily on the desk. “That bitch still dares to retaliate? Doesn’t she know what she’s done? She deserves to be thrown in jail!”

“Wanwan, no I’m going to ask my boyfriend to teach her a lesson. This time, don’t you dare stop me.” Sun Yi immediately pulled out her phone, ready to call for backup.

Shi Wangui shook her head. “I’ll handle it myself. Otherwise, she’ll think I’m scared.” She clenched her fist tightly, it was impossible not to be angry in this situation. “She paid people to beat me up. Coincidentally, someone paid me to beat her up.”

Sun Yi said, “Then wait for me. I’ll find out which evening self-study session she has and where she’ll be tonight.”

Sun Yi knew a lot of people, from first-year junior high students all the way up to senior high schoolers. Gathering information was as easy as eating for her. No sooner had she said she’d investigate than she disappeared whether she’d gone to the upper grades or to another classroom upstairs, no one knew.

Wang Hu arrived late. By the time he got there, Sun Yi still hadn’t returned. Shi Wangui was lying on the desk, asleep. Her once slightly wavy long hair was now noticeably short. Wen Youren wasn’t in the classroom either, and his deskmate hadn’t arrived, so Wang Hu went straight to chat with Shi Wangui.

“You cut your hair? How could you bear to…” Before Wang Hu could finish, Shi Wangui lifted her head, and his teasing turned to shock.

“*What happened to your face?” Wang Hu leaned in for a closer look. “Did you get into another fight?”

“That little bitch came after me,” Shi Wangui replied, seeing it was just Wang Hu, and laid her head back down.

“Then rest for a bit. I’ll keep an eye out for the teacher. I’ll wake you when class starts,” Wang Hu said.

Shi Wangui closed her eyes again.

One minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

Sun Yi returned. “Wanwan, wake up!”

Shi Wangui sat up, rubbing her cheek which wasn’t asleep but was red from being pressed against the desk. “Did you find out?”

“No!” Sun Yi teased, drawing out the suspense. “I’ve got even better news.”

“Li Jun got beaten up. I heard she was sent to the hospital.” Sun Yi laughed. She couldn’t contain her joy when she’d heard the news. Her friend didn’t even need to lift a finger Li Jun had already been beaten so badly she ended up in the hospital. Served her right.

“Huh? What did you say?”

“I went to their classroom, and my friend told me Li Jun got beaten up this afternoon. They say her leg was broken. Li Jun’s mom wanted to call the police, but Li Jun refused. Some say it’s because she knows she’s in the wrong, others say the person who beat her up has connections and she’s too scared to retaliate. Anyway, she’s in the hospital now and has taken a half-year leave from school.”

“And there’s a rumor, the person who beat her up was the very one she hired to attack you.”

Shi Wangui hadn’t expected Li Jun to have offended so many people. She had originally thought he was just a minor troublemaker who bullied good students, but it turned out he had managed to piss off quite a crowd. It seemed like karma had come full circle, he had brought trouble upon himself by spending his own money.

All she could say was, “Serves him right.”

“Serves him right,” Shi Wangui muttered, tilting her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her newly cut short hair and felt a pang of regret.

She had grown that hair for so long.

Just then, Shi Wangui realized something was off. Wen Youren hadn’t shown up yet. She hadn’t seen her at home in the afternoon, and she wasn’t in the dorm either. Where could she have gone? Could she have gone off somewhere to drink or smoke?

But speak of the devil, and the devil appears.

The moment Shi Wangui started wondering, Wen Youren walked in through the school’s back gate. Dressed in the blue-and-white school uniform, she looked as fragile as a willow branch by the shore, swaying as if a gentle spring breeze could knock her over. However, her fierce expression made it impossible to compare her to a delicate willow.

Wen Youren returned to her seat and glanced lightly at Shi Wangui. “You cut your hair?”

Shi Wangui rolled her eyes. “None of your business.”

“Has anyone told you it looks ugly?”

“…”

Shi Wangui retorted, “If you don’t have a mouth, go buy one on Pinduoduo. It’s 9.9 with free shipping.”

“I think it looks nice,” Wen Youren suddenly said, raising an eyebrow. “Still need to buy one?”

Shi Wangui was left speechless. Wen Youren never followed the script, and Shi Wangui never seemed to learn. “Suit yourself.”

“Then I won’t buy it,” Wen Youren said calmly.

The classroom suddenly fell silent, interrupted only by the sharp “click-clack” of high heels. Shi Wangui knew immediately that their homeroom teacher had arrived. And at this hour, it likely meant the results for the first day of exams were out.

Math was definitely among them. If it had been the Chinese exam results, there wouldn’t have been such a dramatic entrance. If the scores were bad, the teacher wouldn’t even bother wearing high heels, as she’d feel they slowed her down.

The homeroom teacher stood at the classroom door without saying a word, first scanning the room with a cold expression. She randomly flipped through the homework of the students in the front row, tossing back the poorly done assignments onto their desks and ordering them to redo and make up the work. Then, she instructed the class representatives to collect all the homework, regardless of whether it was completed or not. Those who hadn’t submitted theirs would have their names taken down and would have to finish the work in her office during evening self-study.

Once she had dealt with these matters, the teacher cut straight to the point. “The midterm exam results for math and physics are out. Our class truly has some talent first, we have a student who scored 3 in physics, and now, another who scored 5 in math. The best part is, it’s the same person.” She spoke with palpable anger, her gaze occasionally drifting toward Shi Wangui.

She wouldn’t name names in class to protect the students’ self-esteem, but she still needed to express her frustration in her own way. Shi Wangui hadn’t performed poorly when she first entered the school. The teacher had even contacted Shi Wangui’s middle school homeroom teacher, who said the girl had initially been an excellent student before suddenly changing. It was truly a case of disappointment in someone who could have done better.

“But the top scorer in both subjects is also in our class, our newly transferred student, Wen Youren, who got perfect scores in both. You should all learn from her. She’s either studying or reading every day, while you lot. I just don’t get it. You’re all taught by the same teacher, so how come she can do well, but you can’t? Are you missing an ear or an eye compared to her?”

When Wen Youren’s perfect scores were announced, sighs of disbelief rippled through the classroom. Everyone knew the new student was smart, but no one expected her to be this exceptional. High-scoring students were common, but one with so many perfect scores was rare.

“I won’t say much more. Exams are for your own benefit, not for us teachers. The scores are yours, they’re useless to us. The subject teacher is off today, so spend this evening carefully reviewing and correcting your papers. The teacher will go over them in class tomorrow. If there’s anything you don’t understand, ask the teacher or Wen Youren. Take the chance to see how others study and how neat their papers are.” The homeroom teacher scanned the room. Tonight’s self-study session wasn’t her main focus, the Chinese scores hadn’t come out yet, so it was too early to hold these kids accountable.

As soon as the teacher left, the classroom erupted in chatter. No one was discussing who scored 3 or 5 points; instead, everyone was marveling at the student with perfect scores. Some of the more outgoing students went straight to Wen Youren to ask for her paper to check their answers, while others wanted to ask about her study habits. But as soon as they got close, it felt like stepping into an ice cellar, and they quickly reconsidered.

Shi Wangui wondered if she was the only one who didn’t feel the chill, why did it get so cold the moment anyone approached Wen Youren?

After the crowd around her dispersed, Wen Youren asked with a faint, teasing smile, “So, did you get the 5 points from answering the first set question correctly?”

Shi Wangui: “…”

“I’ll have you know, I got the last question right,” Shi Wangui retorted stubbornly, though in truth, she had guessed randomly and had no idea which question she’d actually answered correctly. Maybe it really was the last one.

“You’re really something,” Wen Youren said, opening a study guide to a similar problem. “I spent a long time solving that one and might have just gotten lucky in the end. I wonder if my deskmate could teach me how to do it?”

Shi Wangui slammed the book shut and took a deep breath. “If you don’t know, ask the teacher. Didn’t you hear what the homeroom teacher said?”

“Didn’t catch it,” Wen Youren replied, reopening the book. “I’d rather see how my deskmate solves it.”

“Get lost.”

Wen Youren chuckled softly, then pulled a workbook from her desk drawer and handed it to Shi Wangui. “These are all very basic problems, the kind even middle schoolers could solve. I’ve already done them, but you can look at the solutions. Maybe next time you’ll score 10 points.”

Shi Wangui took another deep breath. “Get lost.”

“But you did pretty well, at least it wasn’t 2 or 5 points. Adding them together would’ve sounded awful,” Wen Youren continued.

Shi Wangui inhaled sharply once more. “Wen Youren, don’t think that just because I’ve been tolerating you, I won’t hit you. I may be a decent person, but I’m not exactly a saint, you know.”

“Did you hear me?” Shi Wangui asked, noticing that Wen Youren had been staring at her without saying a word. She thought maybe her words had finally intimidated her, and Wen Youren was now figuring out how not to provoke her further.

At this thought, a faint smile inadvertently appeared at the corner of Shi Wangui’s lips.

Wen Youren chuckled.

Shi Wangui: “…”

“Didn’t you hear me talking to you? Or do you need a fist to help you hear?”

Wen Youren flipped through the book in front of him and then said softly, “No, it’s just that the homeroom teacher is watching you from the back door.”

“Shi Wangui!”

The sudden, forceful shout startled Shi Wangui, making her heart beat faster than usual. She turned around and saw the homeroom teacher standing behind her, she had no idea when they had arrived or how much of her earlier words they had heard.

And she felt that she hadn’t spoken particularly quietly, so they had probably heard most of it.

“Shi Wangui, come out here.”

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