Returning to the Shamate Era to Seduce the Top Student - Chapter 12

After morning self-study, it was originally time for morning exercises.

But the summer weather in Luhe City was always unpredictable.

It was clearly sunny and bright early in the morning, but now it was pouring rain, accompanied by bursts of thunder.

Consequently, today’s morning exercises were called off.

The students were quite happy to have the leisure time. Compared to doing old people exercises under the scorching sun on the playground, they would much rather sprawl on their desks and rest a bit more like they were doing now.

Some energetic students took advantage of this time to wander between different classrooms.

Yin Xu and Zhang Bin’s seats were next to the back door of the Class 11-7 classroom. As soon as class ended, this thoroughfare became very lively with people coming and going.

Right now, Zhang Bin was sleeping soundly face-down on his desk when he was suddenly knocked awake by a girl leaning half her body through the back door.

“Hey, hey, classmate, I’m looking for someone.”

Zhang Bin raised his head hopelessly, sporting heavy dark circles and a look of misfortune. He kept his eyes half-closed as he quietly waited for the stranger classmate to continue.

The girl’s expression looked somewhat bashful: “May I ask where Student Yin Xu of your class sits?”

Great, another peach blossom attracted by a certain someone.

Zhang Bin thought with total indifference. He was long accustomed to this situation and didn’t even have the heart to gossip.

He closed his eyes, knit his brows, and knocked on the seat beside him: “Here.”

Then he went back to sleep.

The girl thanked him in surprise, carefully tucked the love letter she was hiding behind her back into Yin Xu’s desk drawer, and then left with a flushed face.

In just over ten minutes, five girls in succession woke Zhang Bin from his slumber.

He had already learned to point at Yin Xu’s seat and answer ahead of time: “Just put it here…”

As the fifth girl was about to leave, Zhang Bin finally reached the limit of his patience and reminded her: “Remember to close the door on your way out, thanks!”

“Oh, oh, okay.”

The girl answered timidly. Just as she was about to close the door, someone walked up behind her and reached out to hold it open: “Wait, I’m going in.”

The girl turned around to look—wasn’t this the object of her crush himself!

She was so pleasantly surprised she almost couldn’t speak straight: “Yin, Student Yin Xu, hello!”

“Hello.” Yin Xu looked at her, puzzled. “Do we know each other?”

“We don’t… no, I know you! Because I, I…”

her ears turned redder and redder, and she didn’t even dare to look Yin Xu in the eye. She simply lost the courage to say anything else.

“Oh, anyway, you’ll know after you read it!”

After hurriedly finishing this sentence, she took off running.

Yin Xu muttered in confusion: “Let me read what?”

The “mailman” Zhang Bin informed him with great dedication: “She just stuffed a love letter in for you.”

Yin Xu understood and gave a casual “oh.”

He was immediately teased by Song Xingyun and Pan Zheshuai, who had entered the classroom with him: “Old Yin, you’re still so popular! The school year has barely started and you’ve already received a love letter again!”

“How about it, was that girl just now your type?”

Yin Xu: “I couldn’t even see the damn girl’s face clearly.”

It was true.

The girl just now had a heavy side fringe covering half her face, she kept her head down and didn’t dare look at him when she spoke, and she even bashfully covered her mouth with her long sleeves. Only half an eye was left showing on her entire face. Unless he had X-ray vision, it would be a miracle if he could see clearly.

Yin Xu returned to his seat and, sure enough, found something resembling a love letter in his desk drawer.

And there was more than one.

Pan Zheshuai and Song Xingyun immediately leaned in curiously: “Quick, open it and see! What’s written?”

“Get lost, what does it have to do with you.”

Yin Xu refused directly, dismissing the two onlookers.

Although he wasn’t interested in the content of these love letters, he also knew they were written with sincere hearts by those girls. They were the most private and softest words in their hearts and shouldn’t be peeked at or mocked by outsiders.

However, Yin Xu really couldn’t respond to their kindness.

He wasn’t very interested in romance to begin with, and now that his heart was set on studying, he felt even more that he had to sever love and cut off desires, casting aside all distracting thoughts.

As the saying goes: “With no woman in one’s heart, drawing the sword naturally makes one a god.”

So he lowered his head to clear the love letters out of his desk drawer.

Suddenly he paused. He noticed one of the love letters had a familiar name written on it: Shen Que.

Yin Xu’s hand shook, and he almost swallowed the letter out of shock.

Holy shit? Shen Que stuffed a love letter for me???

Looking closer, oh, it wasn’t written by him.

Because the two characters “Shen Que” were sitting squarely in the recipient column on that pink envelope. The letter was clearly written to him by someone else.

Yin Xu was stunned for a moment and then realized that some girl just now must have accidentally asked for the wrong seat and sent it to the wrong person.

A false alarm.

Yin Xu hesitated, feeling it would be unethical to secretly throw this letter away.

So, gritting his teeth, he took it and walked toward a certain seat in the last row of the classroom.

“Hey, for you.”

Shen Que, who was writing with his head down, paused his pen upon hearing this. He looked up to see Yin Xu holding an envelope toward him with a somewhat awkward expression.

Shen Que’s gaze fell on the pink envelope with a heart sticker and his name written on it. After three seconds of silence, he looked up at Yin Xu again and spoke: “A love letter?”

Yin Xu: “Duh.”

“Sorry, Student Yin, I don’t engage in puppy love.”

When Shen Que said this, his expression was innocent and the corners of his eyes were slightly tilted up—it was clearly alluring, but in Yin Xu’s eyes, it just felt irritating.

Before he could explain, Shen Que added another sentence: “And I’m not gay, either.”

Yin Xu’s ears turned bright red instantly, though whether it was from anger or shame was unclear.

He gritted his teeth and said one word at a time: “This! Was! Not! Written! By! Me!”

Ignoring Shen Que’s reaction, Yin Xu slammed the “not written by him” love letter onto Shen Que’s desk with an imposing air, turned around, and left.

His recognition of this person’s prankster nature deepened by another degree.

Returning to his seat, Yin Xu pulled a Zhenzhibang lollipop out of his bag and ate it to soothe his currently irritable mood.

Just as he was about to share one with Pan Zheshuai in the front seat, he caught a glimpse of him secretively writing something with his head down.

Yin Xu leaned in and asked: “What are you doing?”

“Holy shit, you scared me to death!”

Pan Zheshuai patted his chest with lingering fear.

“Leaning in so suddenly, I thought it was Old Tang!”

“It’s your own guilty conscience.”

Yin Xu snatched the palm-sized scrap of paper from Pan Zheshuai’s desk. Only then did he see that he was copying an ancient poem onto it. He asked, puzzled: “Why are you copying this?”

“I have a gut feeling that this poem ‘The Hard Roads in Shu’ will be on the Chinese exam later. I’m preparing in advance.”

“Chinese exam?” Yin Xu blinked blankly while biting his lollipop. “Is there an exam today?”

Pan Zheshuai looked even more blank than him: “Are you sleep-deprived? There are no classes today. It’s the Back-to-School Exam. The Chinese exam is this morning.”

???

The four words “Back-to-School Exam” hit Yin Xu like a bolt from the blue, leaving him scorched on the spot.

The Back-to-School Exam was an old tradition at Luhe No. 3 High, usually set for the second day after registration each semester.

It wasn’t considered a particularly important exam; after all, the school didn’t even bother to set up proper examination rooms, letting students finish it in their respective classrooms.

Because ultimately, the Back-to-School Exam was just a means for students to quickly regain their focus after the just-ended vacation, enter the study state as soon as possible, and create a sense of urgency.

Therefore, the content of the test was usually low in difficulty, mainly covering knowledge points learned in the previous semester.

So the school simply arranged a day and a half for everyone to finish the exams quickly.

Although tomorrow was Saturday, Luhe No. 3 High originally had classes on Saturday mornings. The break only started in the afternoon, and then students returned to school on Sunday afternoon for self-study.

Thus, all told, there were only 24 hours of break time in a week.

According to the school’s arrangement, today being Friday, the Chinese exam was in the morning, Math in the afternoon, English in the evening, and the Comprehensive exam would be finished tomorrow morning before the break.

“Holy shit, I totally forgot there was a Back-to-School Exam!”

Yin Xu slapped Pan Zheshuai’s back in anxiety.

“Pan Zheshuai, you bastard! You didn’t even remind me, so I didn’t review at all!”

Pan Zheshuai almost suffered internal injuries from the slap: “I’ve been wronged, Father! Even if I used a megaphone by your bed to broadcast ‘there’s a Back-to-School Exam today’ eight hundred times on loop, you wouldn’t open a textbook to a single page to review. After all, when have you ever not taken an exam unprepared?”

Yin Xu paused and calmed down to suck on his candy: “Oh, right.”

Two seconds later he remembered what was wrong, bit through the lollipop in his mouth, swallowed it, and continued cursing:

“Right my ass! I’m someone who’s going to get into a university now. How can I be compared to you little kids with no ambition!”

Pan Zheshuai was still finding it a bit hard to accept the change in Yin Xu’s self-positioning and said: “Then hurry up and make some cheat sheets while you can.”

“Cheating is shameful, I despise you,” Yin Xu said. “I’m going to get my grades based on my own strength.”

Pan Zheshuai let out a soft snort: “You certainly have strength. After all, not everyone can perform as consistently as you, firmly holding the dead last spot in every single exam.”

Yin Xu: “……Get lost. This time, I definitely won’t be dead last again!”