Ten-Year Loyal Dog’s Road to Chasing Her Wife (GL) - Chapter 16

Chapter 16

The girls over there started chatting about new gossip, but Qiao Wan couldn’t process a single word of it. It wasn’t until her eyes caught the open book beside her that she hesitated for a moment, put her headphones back on, and feigned the appearance of reading.

So, the reason Qiao Mei had been unusually nervous every time she saw her approaching the office these past few days was actually because of that Physics teacher?

Had she known all along that the teacher was not a good person? Is that why she followed her constantly, insisting on going to the office together, especially when that teacher was there alone?

And once there, she made a point of contradicting that teacher. Whatever question Qiao Wan asked, before the teacher could even lean in, Qiao Mei would take the initiative to pick up a pen and start calculating on the paper for Qiao Wan consequently, the teacher could only shrink back, as there was absolutely nothing for him to do.

Once or twice, Qiao Wan hadn’t thought much of it, but as it happened more frequently, she began to feel that Qiao Mei was specifically there to ruin the teacher’s day. Who knew that Qiao Mei would actually admit to it so seriously: “Yeah, I’m just here to annoy him.”

Qiao Wan: “????” Is there something wrong with you?

At least, that’s what Qiao Wan thought at the time. Thinking about it now, why would someone actually go out of their way to offend a teacher if not to protect her? If this teacher hadn’t ultimately been taken away, who would have been the one to suffer the consequences of such behavior in the long run?

Qiao Mei.

The answer was obvious.

But why? Since Qiao Mei knew what kind of person he was from the start, why did she endure such pressure to protect her so fiercely? She wasn’t anyone special to Qiao Mei. She was someone who could easily be abandoned; even if Qiao Wan truly suffered some harm, what did it have to do with her?

The education she had received since childhood told her that the life or death of others was none of her business. So, for what purpose exactly did Qiao Mei protect her?

Was it really worth it?

In any case, Qiao Wan felt that if their situations were reversed, she probably wouldn’t have offended a teacher for Qiao Mei’s sake. She felt it wasn’t worth it.

What happened to others seemed to be none of her concern; besides, this person was just a desk-mate the kind she had sat with for less than a month.

Strictly speaking, Class 8 was also a target of the school’s focused cultivation. Although it couldn’t compare to the Experimental or Elite classes, it was indeed viewed as a “reserve base” for those two types of classes. Now that the Physics teacher had been taken away and no new teacher could be found to fill the gap in the short term, the school was extremely anxious—think about it, how important is the status of Physics? It’s one of the three Comprehensive Science subjects; if they fall behind now, how will they ever pick it back up in the future?

What was to be done?

The school leadership slapped their foreheads and there was an idea.

The solution was to “tear down the east wall to repair the west wall” (rob Peter to pay Paul). They would transfer the Physics teachers from Classes 9, 10, 11, and 12 to Class 8 to take over the classes previously under the “balding one.”

As for Classes 9, 10, 11, and 12, they would naturally be left without a Physics teacher.

The students of these classes were, of course, very indignant. When the class teacher came over to tell them the news, the sound of their complaints nearly took the roof off the teaching building. The dissatisfaction of Class 11 was particularly prominent; many people in the class had decent grades in junior high, and two could even have entered the Elite class. Being assigned to this place had already made them feel very dissatisfied; now the school was telling them they weren’t even worthy of having a Physics teacher?

Excuse me?

Even if they weren’t the best students, they surely didn’t deserve to have no Physics teacher at all?

Some students’ eyes turned red with anger as they shouted at the surveillance camera hanging above the blackboard: “Screw your mother’s shitty school! You call this a key middle school, but in reality, there isn’t even a single teacher. Everyone is human; by what right do you divide us into ranks? Yes! Our grades aren’t as good as Class 8’s, but that was the past. If you have the guts, hold a test right now and see who’s really ‘Daddy’! Without a teacher, are you making us self-study Physics? If we can self-study, why don’t you let the people in Class 8 self-study?”

Qiao Wan cast a faint glance in his direction and then lowered her head.

She had Qiao Mei by her side; she wasn’t afraid of anything.

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but reach under the desk and pinch the slender pinky finger of Qiao Mei’s right hand resting on her knee, earning a surprised glance from the latter. However, that person quickly retracted her surprise and gave her a very gentle smile.

Her eyes and brow bore a look that was deeply reassuring.

It seemed that as long as she was there, Qiao Wan didn’t need to worry about failing Physics at all.

Even without a teacher.

And yet, Qiao Mei herself was clearly just a student.

Qiao Wan pursed her lips and withdrew her hand, feeling that her sense of security was arriving quite inexplicably.

On what basis did she trust this person so much?

Perhaps the school security office saw that things here were getting out of hand and hurriedly reported it to superiors. About ten minutes later, the voice of a leader finally came through the loudspeaker: “Students of Classes 9, 10, 11, and 12, please do not be too anxious. It is just the beginning of the term, and you still have military training in October. The school guarantees that before you return from military training, we will definitely find suitable Physics teachers for you and will not let your progress fall too far behind the other classes.”

Someone snorted loudly, clearly not believing the school’s nonsense, but since they were only a student, they didn’t dare be too brazen in front of the school leaders they were surely staring at the monitors while speaking; if anyone dared to stand up, who knew what would be waiting for them in the future.

Gongxi Bitong and Yuan Tianci, the two class monitors, seemed to have reached an agreement as they raised their hands almost simultaneously. The leader wasn’t blind; having seen it on the monitor, he asked: “The male student in the black clothes at the third-to-last desk in the fifth row, what is your question?”

That position happened to be Yuan Tianci. The male monitor stood up in a slouched manner and asked with narrowed eyes: “Why is it our class’s teacher?”

This question voiced the inner thoughts of the entire class.

Exactly, why does it have to be specifically our class’s teacher? Why isn’t it someone from Classes 13 to 30?

Isn’t this just bullying people?

“We are following the principle of proximity; there are only two Physics teachers in this teaching building.”

“Then why must you tear down our complete wall to fix Class 8’s wall?” Yuan Tianci asked sincerely. “And without our consent? I know the rules of Longting First Middle School grades talk; if you don’t have grades, you shut up. How about this: you provide an exam paper, and five students from each of our two classes will take it. Whoever has the lowest score is the ‘grandson’!”

By the time he reached the end, his tone rose sharply; his voice, currently in the process of changing during puberty, sounded somewhat shrill to the point of being ear-piercing.

It hadn’t even been a month since school started; how did he have the audacity to make such a bold claim?

If they lost, how embarrassing would that be?

Although the students of Class 11 were angry, they also knew that most of the class couldn’t beat Class 8; that was a fact. A fact that simply couldn’t be argued with. Otherwise, the school wouldn’t have made the assignment this way.

The school leader watched through the monitor, frowned, and also felt that if they didn’t show some semblance of fairness, they really wouldn’t be able to quell the students’ anger. Besides, what was the harm in having such a competition? The basic quality of the students in Class 8 upon entry was better than Class 11’s, and the teachers’ teaching levels were generally better than Class 11’s. Under such circumstances, what reason was there to lose?

Taking into account that there were also several world-class “tail-enders” in Class 8 who got in through connections, the leader finally decided: “Fine. This weekend, each of your two classes will send five people to take the same exam paper, and the final total score will be calculated.” After a pause, the leader added, “If Class 8’s total score is higher, you will obediently wait for a new teacher; if yours is higher, the teacher stays with their original class.”

Qiao Mei frowned imperceptibly. Since when was the stay or departure of a teacher decided by students?

With this decision made, the atmosphere in Class 11 became even more oppressive.

It was just the beginning of the term; they didn’t understand each other’s abilities yet, let alone know how many “big shots” were hiding in the class. Perhaps they couldn’t even scrape together five people?

If they really couldn’t, wouldn’t losing be even more embarrassing? This challenge was, after all, proposed by them.

Only because it was still evening self-study time, they didn’t dare speak recklessly, so they waited until the end of class to start discussing all at once:

“Did we overplay our hand?”

“Can we even win… probably not. I know several classmates in Class 8; doing practice problems is like child’s play to them now. How can we be their match?”

“We might as well just give up the teacher honestly; at least we could get a reputation for being self-aware, which sounds a bit better.”

“Trash should stay put; why jump out? Do you have to lose embarrassingly before knowing to back down?”

“We should be able to find five people who are good at Physics, right?”

“I recommend Qiao Mei!” Qiu Liannan raised her hand and said loudly, her face full of excitement: “I know she can definitely do it; she has never let me down.”

Qiao Wan frowned slightly; privately, she didn’t want these people to push Qiao Mei forward. Although she knew Qiao Mei was truly capable, what if she couldn’t beat the group from Class 8? Wouldn’t Qiao Mei then have another weakness to be mocked for, in addition to her “ugly” face?

Showing off and such… if it were someone good-looking, people would at most think they had just miscalculated their own abilities, but for Qiao Mei, this was reason enough to push her into an abyss.

It was as if an ugly person deserved to die no matter what they did. “I don’t agree with my desk-mate participating in this competition,” she said.

The School Beauty, who usually shrunk into her seat without saying a word, was for the first time in front of the whole class loudly making a decision on behalf of someone else.

Simply because she was worried about what might happen in the future.