My Schoolmate Mistreats Me a Thousand Times [Rebirth] - Chapter 2

The lecture hall was packed with people. A tall, German-born professor stood at the podium, enunciating frigid German words with textbook accuracy.

The classroom was deadly silent. Besides the rustling of students taking notes, a cough or two, and the occasional creak of a chair, there was only the head-splitting wuli-wala of German filling the air.

Liu Xia was on the verge of tears. How incredibly careless had she been to give her account password to those two unreliable friends, Hao Yan and Gai Gai, and let them choose her elective courses?

And Gu Lingluo—what kind of elective does a girl like you choose? Why choose this SSS-difficulty mode, the number one hardest course in the entire school?!

Fine, you’re a freshman, I forgive you.

Only clueless freshmen, students who failed to get into other courses and were dumped here, and a tiny minority of true, elite German enthusiasts would actually choose the class of the stubborn old man, Mr. Seider!

Mr. Seider, the School’s Number One Flunking King, with a failure rate as high as 60%. Get to know him.

Mr. Seider, the School’s Number One Attendance King. Skip one class and you fail immediately. Get to know him better.

Mr. Seider, the Iron-Fisted Foreign Professor who forces students to be two-faced—praising him to his face while secretly cursing his ancestors—turning everyone into absolute actors. Every student at Imperial University needs to understand him deeply!

Just look at the subtly twitching faces of the upperclassmen who enrolled as freshmen and still hadn’t earned this elective credit by their senior year. Everything was said without a word.

A saying circulated at Imperial University: “If you hate him, sign him up for Mr. Seider’s class and doom him to four years of misery; if you love him, sign up for Mr. Seider’s class with him, and you can suffer and survive together.”

P.S. All electives at Imperial University are year-long. Students must complete no less than four electives in four years. This means that the credit you should easily get in one year will, most likely, take you… four years with Mr. Seider!

Listen to the upperclassmen mournfully sing: Year after year after year, either failing Mr. Seider’s class or currently on the road to failing.

The more Liu Xia thought about it, the more grief-stricken and indignant she became. She kicked the two culprits, Hao Yan and Gai Gai, on her left and right.

Both were dozing off and woke with a start. They glanced at the stern Mr. Seider at the podium, not daring to speak, and communicated with their eyes.

[What are you doing? What’s the matter with you?]

Liu Xia suddenly felt a psychological balance.

Fortunately, I was smart enough to drag them both down to hell with me!

She scribbled a line across her blank notebook.

[Where is Gu Lingluo? I’ve looked around and can’t find her.]

Hao Yan and Gai Gai both stared at her, as if looking at an idiot.

Gai Gai snatched her pen and quickly added two words beneath her line.

[Turn around.]

Turn around?

No way.

This was her first official meeting with her Patron Mom. It had to be grand. How could she just casually turn around?

She opened her pencil case. The slim, plastic cap of her pen held a small My Little Pony mirror. The mirror was tiny, but the clarity was excellent.

She tilted the pen, pretending to take notes, and secretly aimed it behind her.

It’s… so dark!

The mirror was too small and only reflected a patch of blackness.

Patron Mom was wearing black again today. Did she think black was more dirt-resistant so she wouldn’t have to wash her clothes? Or was her aesthetic just unusual, preferring this dull, monotonous, deathly black?

She continuously adjusted the angle of the mirror, searching inch by inch for her Patron Mom’s captivating face.

Wow!

She found something!

Not a face, but a hand.

The hand was delicate and nimble, with long fingers and pink nails showing faint white moons. Every finger, every joint, looked as if it had been meticulously carved by a master, flawless and perfect.

This was the first time Liu Xia had observed her Patron Mom so closely and thoroughly.

She suddenly understood the subtle thoughts of those male geeks peeking at a beautiful woman.

Just a single hand was beautiful enough to inspire reverie, let alone such a beautiful person…

Look at her during the day, dream about her at night—it was simply one of life’s great pleasures…

Wait a minute!

Liu Xia suddenly jolted.

She wasn’t a pervert like Gai Gai, who was indiscriminate toward men and women. What was all this “look at her” and “dream about her” business? This thought was dangerous, just one step away from being a BT (Bioterrorist/Pervert)!

Shaking her head, she flipped the pen higher, and the mirror reflected her Patron Mom’s smooth chin, slightly red lips, straight nose bridge, and… long, thick lashes that you could practically swing from.

Wow~~~

These eyelashes! She could play with them for a lifetime!

Bah! What kind of terrible analogy was that?

Before Liu Xia could find a more fitting description, the eyes hidden by those long lashes suddenly looked over!

Liu Xia was caught off guard!

Clatter!

Rolling, rolling, rolling—

The pen dropped, but she tightly muffled the small mirrored pen cap in her palm.

It’s over, over, over. She got caught!

Would Patron Mom think she was a BT who was jealous of her beauty?

She forced herself to remain calm, nonchalantly bending down to pick up the pen. Before she could sit straight, she heard the demon calling from the front.

“The student in the back row who just bent down to pick up a pen, Aufstehen! (Stand up!)”

Stilted Chinese, delivered by the ice-cold Mr. Seider.

Liu Xia felt as if she was staring at two massive, high-contrast, brightly highlighted characters bearing down on her like Mount Tai—FAIL!!!

She quickly stood up. Clang! The sudden, loud snap of the chair seat exposing her current nervousness.

“Please read the few words I just explained.”

The words he just explained?

She looked pleadingly at Hao Yan and Gai Gai. Both had their heads buried deep, arms covering their faces. Forget helping her, they were terrified she would drag them down as collateral damage.

This plastic sisterhood…

Hah!

The ship of friendship has capsized! I will never row those double oars with you again!

Liu Xia looked at the German words, which were somewhat similar to English but clearly not English, and forced herself to read the sounds based on the shape of the letters.

Mr. Seider was not satisfied, but at least he didn’t deduct her participation points.

He corrected a few of her pronunciations, signaled her to sit down, and then gave her a terrifying warning.

“Go back and review properly. I will question you again next class. Verstehst du? (Do you understand?)”

Liu Xia didn’t even catch the meaning of his last German sentence. She just nodded vaguely, still reeling from the enormous grief of being questioned again next class, and shakily sat back down.