Returning to the Shamate Era to Seduce the Top Student - Chapter 11

The next day, Yin Xu woke up early, put on his schoolbag and neatly pressed school uniform, and arrived at Luhe No. 3 High.

The moment he stepped into the school gate, Tao Mingzhao walked up from behind and threw an arm around his shoulder, greeting him enthusiastically: “Hi! Future 985 top student, good morning!”

Yin Xu shot him a rolled-eye look: “You’re never going to let this go, are you?”

Ever since Yin Xu made that jaw-dropping speech in front of the entire school’s teachers and students at the opening assembly yesterday, many classmates would whistle at him when they saw him on the road, calling him “future 985 top student” in a teasing tone.

Particularly the group from the Rocket Class. They would shout this nickname in unison very loudly in the hallway and then burst into laughter together.

The title sounded sarcastic and snide, which was truly annoying.

After half a day, Yin Xu had almost developed PTSD toward those words.

“Don’t be so fired up. I’m different from the others, I sincerely wish you the best.”

Tao Mingzhao spoke this way, but the flickering playfulness in his eyes made his words less than convincing.

“Even though you getting into a 985 is about as difficult as a sow climbing a tree, at least your momentum is great. Do you know that your heroic speech yesterday spread through the entire Luhe City overnight!”

Yin Xu picked at the words: “You’re the damn sow climbing a tree!”

“Hahaha!”

Tao Mingzhao didn’t mind the retort at all, laughing as he ran away, turning his head back to cheer him on as he ran.

“Good luck, Student Yin Xu! I’ve got high hopes for you, you are the future Light of Luhe!”

Yin Xu took a savage bite of his steamed bun, resisting the primal urge to rush up and kick him.

Everyone was just taking his words as a joke. No one truly believed he could do what he said. Even Tang Xiaotong had specifically sought him out for a talk after the assembly ended yesterday, asking with concern if he had been provoked by something.

This atmosphere full of doubt was what truly made Yin Xu feel displeased.

Everyone thinks I can’t do it, right? Then I’ll damn well show you.

Arriving at the classroom, Yin Xu turned on his MP3 player, put on his earphones to listen to Wang Leehom’s “Change Myself,” and began happily tidying his messy desk drawer.

Once the desk was cleaned, he pulled out a newly bought notebook and various stationery from his schoolbag and began a flurry of activity.

Ten minutes later, Pan Zheshuai arrived at the classroom yawning. After putting down his schoolbag, he lazily greeted Yin Xu, who sat behind him: “Morning…”

Turning around, he saw the massive pile of multi-colored, gaudy pens, rulers, and tapes on Yin Xu’s desk, and was instantly shocked into alertness.

“Old Yin, did you rob the stationery store at the school gate?”

Yin Xu pulled out one earbud to talk to him: “Is it really that exaggerated? I just bought a few things randomly.”

Pan Zheshuai subconsciously blurted out: “Poor students have the most stationery.”

Yin Xu gave him a chilly glare, and Pan Zheshuai obediently shut his mouth.

Taking a closer look at the person in front of him, Pan Zheshuai said with some surprise: “Yo, Old Yin, you changed your hairstyle?”

The length of Yin Xu’s red hair wasn’t short. When it hung down naturally after washing and drying, it almost reached his shoulders.

His original hairstyle was a 30/70 split fringe, with one side covering his eye and the other side fixed behind his ear with hair gel, plus a slightly outward-curling wolf tail at the nape of his neck.

The whole look seemed effortlessly handsome, but in reality, it was packed with vain little details.

When Yin Xu looked in the mirror early that morning, he really couldn’t understand where the old him got so much energy and passion to tirelessly spend a vast amount of time every day curling his fringe and applying hair gel.

Well, this was probably the self-cultivation of a Shamate aristocrat.

But now, he neither had that eccentric aesthetic nor the heart to waste time on such things.

However, leaving this head of hair loose and ignored made it too long, and in the heat of summer, it was stiflingly hot.

So Yin Xu simply swept his hair back and casually tied up half of it, leaving half of the slightly curled wolf tail at the side of his neck, with the extra stray hairs on his forehead falling down as a fringe, revealing a full forehead and refined features. The whole person looked much more refreshed.

“Oh, yeah.”

Yin Xu raised his hand, somewhat unaccustomed to touching the small ponytail at the back of his head.

“Is it weird?”

“It’s not weird,” Pan Zheshuai said. “Although it doesn’t have as much of a sense of mystery as before, it’s still pretty cool. Anyway, you’re handsome. You look good in any hairstyle.”

Yin Xu curled his lip, too lazy to deal with him.

What sense of mystery? His left eye had only been blocked by the fringe, not actually sealed away.

“But why did you suddenly think of changing your hairstyle?” Pan Zheshuai asked again.

Yin Xu raised an eyebrow and patted the notebook in front of him: “From today on, your brother is going to change himself. Naturally, it starts from the ‘head’!”

Pan Zheshuai leaned in curiously and saw the title written on the title page of the notebook:

“The Delinquent School Bully’s Extreme Makeover into a Model Student Plan!

—by Yin Xu.”

Leaving aside the content of the title, just its very grandiose appearance was enough to leave Pan Zheshuai deeply shocked.

Why use the word “grandiose”?

Because for these ten or so Chinese characters, Yin Xu had used at least five different colors of pens to write them alternately.

Not only did he draw a gaudy border around it, but he also meticulously scattered some small patterns as decorations all around, creating a uniquely refined sense of ugliness.

Pan Zheshuai: “……Are you sprinting to study for the 985, or are you studying for a kindergarten art teacher certification?”

Yin Xu retorted: “This is at least the level of a primary school art class, okay?”

Is that the point?

Pan Zheshuai felt helpless: “Fine, fine, as long as you’re having fun.”

Yin Xu was indeed having quite a bit of fun.

When a person makes plans for their future, there is always a surge of adrenaline, much like the effect of a shot of chicken blood.

But before he could finish writing out the few steps of the plan, the bell for morning self-study rang.

Yin Xu glanced at the class schedule taped to the corner of his desk. Today was Friday, and morning self-study was English.

Just as he dug his English book out of his desk drawer, Tang Xiaotong walked in carrying her bag and books.

Tang Xiaotong was not only the head teacher of Class 7 but also their English teacher.

However, everyone was very curious about how she passed her professional exams because even someone with Yin Xu’s level of English could tell that her pronunciation was mediocre, carrying a hint of a Plastic Mandarin accent.

Add to that the fact that she was only 29 this year yet already emitted the aura of a middle-aged person due to the ravages of being a head teacher, and one couldn’t help but doubt her actual age.

In Pan Zheshuai’s words: “Why are the English teachers in other classes all youthful and beautiful young girls, while our class has this Ms. Tang? Sigh, better not mention it.”

As usual, the English morning self-study began with Tang Xiaotong leading everyone in reading the new words they were about to learn.

Yin Xu usually just muddled through this segment to make up the numbers, sometimes even following along with his eyes closed, completely without using his brain.

But today was different, he had to study hard.

So when Tang Xiaotong led the reading, he straightened his back and followed along very loudly, startling the few people sitting around him.

Tang Xiaotong also gave him several surprised looks as she walked past holding her book.

Ten minutes later, the teacher-led reading segment concluded, and the students were left to recite on their own.

Yin Xu rubbed his hands in excitement: “So easy, I have already mastered everything!”

Then he started to read the first one: “Hiss, what the hell was it again?”

Skip it for now. Looking at the second one: “Eh? How is this one pronounced again?”

Continue skipping. Looking at the third one: “Buddy, you look a bit familiar, but not particularly familiar.”

Yin Xu’s mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, like he had taken a mute pill, with the words stuck in his throat.

He slammed the textbook onto the desk in anger.

Why the hell do Chinese people have to learn English language!

Five minutes later, Yin Xu sighed as if accepting his fate, picked the book up again, and planned to find someone to ask for help.

He first turned his head toward his desk-mate, Zhang Bin.

Student Zhang Bin always had the aura of being on the verge of death after pulling an all-nighter, with extremely heavy dark circles under his eyes.

At this moment, he was hiding behind the English book propped up on his desk, his head nodding down again and again. He couldn’t lift his eyelids at all, looking as if he might faint at any second.

Fine, Yin Xu let him off.

So he poked the back of his front-row classmate, Pan Zheshuai, with a pen.

Pan Zheshuai jerked from the poke and turned around to find Yin Xu pointing at a word in the English book and asking: “Hey, Old Pan, how do you pronounce this word?”

Pan Zheshuai gave him a somewhat surprised look: “You’re really going to engage in learning?”

“Cut the crap, just tell me how to read this?”

Pan Zheshuai didn’t ask more. He looked at the word and taught him honestly: “This is read as ‘butcher’.”

Yin Xu’s eyes lit up: “Right, it seems Old Tang read it that way just now. Not bad, you.”

The praised Pan Zheshuai felt very useful: “I’m not like you, I can get over 100 points in English.”

Pan Zheshuai had built a good foundation in English during junior high. Plus, he always felt that people who were good at English found it easier to act cool and perform rap, so he put more heart into this subject.

Just as he turned back, a few seconds later, his back was poked again.

“Hey, hey, Old Pan, what about this one?”

“This… ‘spicy’, right?”

Another five seconds passed.

“And this one?”

“Seems like ‘poison’, not quite sure.”

By the eighteenth time he was poked sharply with the tip of a pen by Yin Xu, Pan Zheshuai really doubted if that patch of muscle on his back was about to be poked through.

“Hey, hey, hey, Old Pan, and this one!”

Pan Zheshuai was mentally exhausted: “……I really don’t know this one.”

Yin Xu looked at him with disdain: “You don’t even know this? What use are you.”

Pan Zheshuai really couldn’t take it anymore. He slammed the textbook onto the desk:

“I’m not a damn ‘Little Tyrant’ point-and-read machine where you can just point wherever you don’t know!”

As it turned out, after he finished shouting this, the whole class went quiet, and everyone turned their gaze toward the two of them.

The atmosphere held a weirdly awkward tension.

What broke the awkwardness was the bell for the end of class that rang abruptly two seconds later.

The fact that class was over made everyone heave a collective sigh of relief, so they stopped caring about these two.

“Fine, fine, fine, you think I’m annoying, right? I won’t ask you again.”

Yin Xu put on an understanding appearance and sighed twice after putting down the textbook.

“Sigh, sigh, the friendship has faded. There’s no love left.”

Pan Zheshuai: “……”

He really wanted to use his hedgehog hair to fork this pestering little master right out of the room.