Ten-Year Loyal Dog’s Road to Chasing Her Wife (GL) - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Yuan Tianci had just come to the conclusion that dating a short girl might not be so bad after all, when in the next second, Qiao Wan said to him with a bland expression and unhurried pace: “No thanks, I always feel like those breads at the school gate have a taste of MSG in them; they’re probably only suitable for people like you to eat.”

Yuan Tianci: “????”

To hell with “gentle and quiet.”

However, he had heard that Qiao Wan’s family was very rich. The reason she was sent to this “birds-don’t-lay-eggs” (godforsaken) place to study was that her parents were too busy to take care of her, and since Qiao Wan’s uncle happened to be in Longting, she was sent over. People from excellent backgrounds always possessed this bit of arrogance.

“Then what about you, Qiao Mo? Do you want some?” Yuan Tianci’s eyes darted around as he politely asked Qiao Mo, who was beside Qiao Wan. He didn’t know how this thing called “fate” worked, but the ugliest and most beautiful people in the entire class were sitting together; the contrast between beauty and ugliness made the gap even more heart-stabbing.

Actually, if it weren’t for that face with so many pimples it looked like it was recovering from a burn, Qiao Mo wouldn’t be called that ugly. Qiao Mo was the exact opposite of Qiao Wan; her height of over 1.6 meters was exactly the “golden height” boys liked. Furthermore, although she didn’t have a large chest like Qiao Wan, her body was well-proportioned everywhere, with a thin waist and long legs. Looking solely at her silhouette from behind, she was like a goddess walking out of a manga; but once she turned around, everyone felt an urge to hit her.

Qiao Mo was a “back-view killer” only her back looked good, or if her face was covered, she could barely be considered “passable.”

Yuan Tianci either didn’t know how to read or did it on purpose, but he always pronounced Qiao Mo’s name as “Qiao Mei” (Little Sister Qiao), as if there were also a “Qiao Jie” (Older Sister Qiao). In the beginning, Qiao Mo would consciously correct his pronunciation, but later she found that Yuan Tianci was unrepentant, so she didn’t want to bother anymore—anyway, even the teachers now called her name as “Qiao Mei.” Gradually, “Qiao Mei” seemed to have become her true name.

“I’ve already eaten, thank you,” Qiao Mo replied, polite yet distant, acting as if she hadn’t heard his form of address.

“Yo, Qiao Mei, today you’re not obsessing over how I call your name?”

Yuan Tianci raised an eyebrow.

He was originally a clean-looking boy, the type of the handsome big brother next door. But when he raised his eyebrows, he inexplicably looked a bit “rogue-ish,” like a handsome boy who wasn’t bad but was mischievous and liked to tease girls.

“Call me whatever you like,” Qiao Mo said warmly, her face equally unruffled, as if she truly didn’t care. “I answer you because I don’t want to cause you trouble, but in my heart, I still hope you can call me by my correct name.”

After all, a name is ultimately the hope that parents place upon their child.

Yuan Tianci was somewhat stunned by her dead-serious manner. He gave a “tsk,” as if lamenting her lack of romantic sentiment, and turned back around that he was a big celebrity in the school now. People often made special trips to Class 11 just to see him; if he spoke a few more words to any girl, it was guaranteed that by the next day, rumors would spread that Yuan Tianci was together with such-and-such girl.

So in front of people, he was unwilling to be seen talking with Qiao Mo.

In this class, being with anyone would be better than being with Qiao Mo. Qiao Mo was the ugliest girl in the whole class. He didn’t know what kind of sin she had committed in her past life for the Heavens to give such a cruel punishment.

Once 6:30 passed, people trickled in, all with wooden expressions.

Except for social butterflies like Yuan Tianci, people in key high schools basically carried a natural sense of arrogance. Usually, they would rather study than socialize—especially when they weren’t familiar and didn’t know the other’s background. Perhaps it was true arrogance, or perhaps it was shyness; anyway, there wouldn’t be too much interaction.

At 6:40, the head teacher, Ms. Bu, walked into the classroom with a gloomy face. When she saw that less than half of the people were in the sixty-person classroom, her expression became even gloomier. However, since the people present were few, those who hadn’t arrived wouldn’t hear her if she spoke. So Ms. Bu’s lips moved, and ultimately she said a different sentence: “What are those of you already here doing sitting there without reading? Morning is when memory is at its best. Make good use of these twenty minutes before morning reading; after three years, you will be better than others. One point in the Gaokao can beat a thousand people. You don’t want those points, do you?”

Qiao Wan heard someone nearby whisper: “Can’t even let a person catch their breath. I don’t even want those scrap points…”

It wasn’t Qiao Mo, but someone on the other side.

But regardless of the unhappiness, “good kids” rarely truly went against the teacher. So after a flurry of book-flipping sounds, the sparse sound of reading finally rose. A teacher can tell at a listen when students are just being perfunctory, but for some reason, Ms. Bu preferred to stand there rather than return to the office.

If the teacher didn’t go back, the students felt uneasy, always thinking these old women were coming to make things difficult for them, so they had to read louder. Because the textbooks they were reading were all different, they couldn’t read in unison. Therefore, once it got loud, the entire classroom was filled with buzzing and droning sounds; listening for long gave one a headache.

Since school had only just started, the workbooks hadn’t come back yet, and teachers of various subjects hadn’t thought of the matter of “subject representatives” yet. Thus, they were currently in a state of “nature-style” management where there were class monitors but no subject representatives. Usually, during morning reading, the head teacher would come and say which subject to read, and the rest was up to each student to take out their books and read their own.

This method was indeed very free, but it was also easy for certain “salty” (lazy) things to fish in troubled waters. Moreover, once the workbooks were distributed in the future, things would need to be done and checked; establishing the position of subject representative was basically a necessity.

A subject representative can help the teacher do many things; they can almost be said to be the channel of communication between the subject teacher and the students. At the same time, because the work of a subject representative is quite diverse, the teacher will inevitably delegate a lot of power into their hands. This power can be small or large; sometimes it can even help some classmates who don’t do their homework to sneak through.

Specifically, the subject representative for the head teacher can, to a certain extent, stand on par with the class monitor they are almost like the eunuchs beside an emperor; they don’t hold actual power in their hands, but they can move frequently in front of the teacher and “blow a breeze in the ear.”

The more the head teacher looked at this chaotic mess, the more she felt the topic of electing subject representatives should be put on the agenda.

So she walked to Yuan Tianci’s side and knocked on his desk: “Come out with me for a moment.”

Originally, there were two class monitors, one male and one female both holding the main title. On the first day of school during self-introductions, the students had voted to elect them. Because Yuan Tianci was handsome and very recognizable, people simply remembered Yuan Tianci and the equally outstanding-looking Qiao Wan. When voting, they basically voted for these two. Later, Qiao Wan expressed she was unwilling to be the monitor, so the position of female monitor was given to the girl with the second-highest number of votes, named Gongxi Bitong.

Yuan Tianci didn’t decline, so the position of male monitor was naturally held firmly by him.

Being a monitor definitely meant doing work, and Yuan Tianci didn’t mind work either—after all, Gongxi Bitong looked like a beautiful, delicate girl. When Gongxi Bitong wrote her name on the blackboard, Yuan Tianci didn’t expect that such a rare surname would actually exist in this backwater place.

Yuan Tianci usually had a “don’t care” attitude in front of girls, but in front of the head teacher, he was quite well-behaved. He asked: “Teacher, is there something?”

“School has been open for a while. I think it’s time to start electing subject representatives. Find some time to notify the teachers of other subjects and have them find a time during or after class to select the representatives; don’t delay. The morning reading session later is for English, right? You and Bitong take ten minutes to select the English representative, then make up for the time during the break.”

The young and stiff female teacher pushed the black-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose and added: “Morning reading time is very precious. You two monitors keep a good handle on the time; don’t take too long.”

“Understood, Teacher. We will try to organize it well.”

“I don’t know what requirements other teachers have, but I hope my subject representative is the most excellent in my subject, the kind who can stand at the top tier of the whole class. Tianci, I heard you came straight up from the Junior High division. Do you know anyone who is exceptionally good at Chinese (Language and Literature)?”

The female teacher usually looked quite clear-featured, but once she wore a stiff face, she looked very scary. One didn’t know if it was because her status was too intimidating.

Yuan Tianci understood why the teacher was asking him if he knew anyone good at Chinese.

Precisely because he had attended the Junior High division of Longting No. 1. Although it used the name of the Junior High division, it wasn’t truly under the jurisdiction of Longting No. 1; it was a private middle school built by a private owner using the name of No. 1’s century-old school reputation. The two schools didn’t even have the same principal; they just had a win-win cooperative relationship.

But the Junior High division had managed not to tarnish No. 1 High School’s reputation in this area. No. 1 was the best local high school, and the Junior High division quickly became the best local middle school and the largest source of students for No. 1. It could be said that more than one-third of the students in the entire school came from the Junior High division. Furthermore, these one-third of students consistently occupied the top ranks of the grade leaderboard throughout their high school careers.

They were very excellent students.

The head teacher asked Yuan Tianci because he was also from the Junior High division, so he would more or less know some exceptionally outstanding people.

“Let me think, it’s been so many months.” Yuan Tianci turned his face and looked at the people in the classroom through the glass window.

The data didn’t lie; one-third of the people in this classroom truly were from the Junior High division. Standing at the back door of the classroom, Yuan Tianci’s gaze quickly fell upon the backs of the “Two Qiaos” at the fifth desk of the fourth group. It had to be said that looking only at their backs, both Qiao Mo and Qiao Wan were at a goddess level.

It was just a pity about Qiao Mo’s face.

“Aha! I thought of one.” Yuan Tianci took his hand away from his chin and said, “In junior high, I often heard teachers mention a girl. Basically, in every exam, her Chinese score ranked first or second in the grade, and her essays were often printed out to be used as model texts for explanation.”

The head teacher could hardly believe her ears and hesitated a bit: “Shouldn’t such an excellent student be in a top-tier class? In our class?” Ranking first or second in the grade in the Junior High division meant that this person’s Chinese exam score was consistently above 135. With such a score in Chinese, unless other subjects were particularly bad, she should have gone to a top-tier class no matter what.

“I don’t know what happened either, but she’s just in our class.” Yuan Tianci shrugged. “But she seems like she isn’t very concerned about these things; even with her Chinese being so good, I never heard her classmates say she held any position. However, it’s always worth a try.”

The head teacher also thought it was worth it; a try wouldn’t hurt anyway. “What’s her name?”

“Qiao Mo,” Yuan Tianci said. “The girl you called ‘Qiao Mei’ that night.”

He didn’t say she was the ugliest girl in the class.

But as soon as “Qiao Mei” was mentioned, the head teacher remembered: “Fine, go sit back down. I will look for Qiao… Mo. Yesterday the discipline monitor told me you were late? As a monitor, you have to set an example. I’ll let it go this time, but you can’t violate discipline again in the future.”

Yuan Tianci nodded and said obediently: “See, haven’t I turned over a new leaf today?”

“Hurry in and read,” the head teacher waved her hand. “Help me call Qiao Mei out.”

She seemed to have forgotten the pronunciation of Qiao Mo’s name again.

Yuan Tianci went in holding back a laugh, heading straight for the “Two Qiaos”’ seats. Mimicking the head teacher’s manner just now, he knocked on the desk of Qiao Mo, who was reading: “Qiao Mei, the head teacher is calling you out. Back door of the classroom.”