After realizing that the heroine had her own aura and was protected by the laws of the world (system programs), Le Jing no longer thought about finding a way out from the heroine.

He decided to do it himself.

Chang Jingchen is not physically strong, and it takes him just four minutes to run a thousand meters. However, such ordinary physical fitness is something Li Jingran can only dream of.

After feeling Chang Jingchen's healthy and pain-free body of a young man, Le Jing felt extremely satisfied.

This time without the burden of Li Jingran's frail body, he didn't know how long he could live in this era.

But even if he only had one year to live, he didn't want his free will and life to be bound by that damn plot. And this world where the character and development trajectory of a person are determined by a program also made him sick.

Therefore, he is determined to break the constraints of the program on this world, even if the price is the destruction of this world.

So Le Jing’s first step was to start by changing Chang Jingchen’s life trajectory.

If the world is a set of precision-running programs, then changes in just a few of the codes will trigger a domino effect, and eventually a small bug may terminate or destroy the entire main program.

What Le Jing wants to do is to become the biggest bug in this book world that can most affect the operation of the program.

So first of all, Chang Jingchen had to become a top student. It was not enough to just be a top student, he also had to be a top student with a unique personality who was well-known far and wide.

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Wen Wenzhong has a desk mate named Chang Jingchen, and his life has been rather turbulent over the past week.

If we asked the students in Class 9 what they thought of Chang Jingchen a week ago, they would all think about what Chang Jingchen looked like for a while before answering hesitantly, "Well... he doesn't like to talk, he's a bit quiet?"

To say that he was quiet was an understatement. In many people's minds, Chang Jingchen's presence was as thin as air. Usually in class, only Wen Wenzhong, his deskmate, would talk to him a few times. Some classmates who had been in the same class with him for more than a year had only said a few words to him.

However, in just one week, all the students in Class 9 overturned all their previous views of Chang Jingchen.

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Political Class:

"Chang Jingchen, stand up! What did I just say?"

The young man who had been sleeping soundly on the table lazily opened his eyes, stretched himself, stood up slowly, and recited fluently: "Our country is a socialist country under the people's democratic dictatorship. The essence is that the people are the masters of the country, and all power in the country belongs to the people..."

The political teacher was dumbfounded, Wen Wenzhong was stunned, and the whole class was silent.

After reciting the poem, the boy turned to look at the political teacher, his eyes were clear and bright, and he smiled elegantly: "Teacher, am I remembering it correctly?"

The political teacher closed his mouth, which was a little tight, and pushed his eyes to hide his embarrassment: "No, sit down."

Chang Jingchen sat down, then supported his head with his hands, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.

The political teacher was silent for a few seconds, pretending not to see anything, turned around and began to write on the blackboard.

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Math Class:

Wu Zhongming wrote a few lines of math problems in a flamboyant manner on the blackboard.

“Can anyone do this question?”

Wherever Wu Zhongming's eyes passed, the students were as quiet as chickens, almost burying their heads and refusing to make eye contact with him.

So Wu Zhongming's expectant gaze finally fell on Chang Jingchen, who was sleeping on the table in the fourth row.

Wen Wenzhong was trying desperately to shrink his body, lowering his head and praying in his heart that Old Wu would not mention his name, when he heard Old Wu clear his throat and call out slowly: "Wen Wenzhong..."

Wen Wenzhong was as sad as if he had lost his examiner.

"Call your deskmate Chang Jingchen."

When Wen Zhong heard that he had been pardoned, he was overjoyed!

He rudely pushed his deskmate who was sleeping soundly and said loudly: "Wake up! Wake up! The teacher is calling you to do the homework!"

So, that day, all the students in the class recalled the fear of being crushed and dominated by the academic genius.

The former passerby who is now a genius was awakened from his sleep. He stood up lazily like a lion, walked to the podium calmly, picked up the chalk, turned his head slightly and asked Lao Wu: "Teacher, there are three solutions to this problem. Which one do you want?"

Old Wu's eyes lit up and he smiled: "What are the three solutions? Can you write them down so that we can study them?"

Chang Jingchen nodded slightly, picked up the pen and wrote lines of fluent problem-solving steps on the blackboard as if he didn't need to think.

Against the backdrop of the blackboard filled with mathematical formulas, the plain-looking face of a passerby also has a hint of mystery and aura of a master.

Wu Zhongming's eyes became brighter and brighter as he looked at him. In the words of Wen Mouzhong, a Chinese class representative who wished to remain anonymous, at this moment, Old Wu looked at Chang Jingchen with such a disgusting look as if he was looking at his lover.

After Chang Jingchen wrote down the last mathematical character, Old Wu patted him on the shoulder affectionately and praised him for the first time: "The answer is perfect."

Chang Jingchen nodded calmly and accepted Wu Zhongming's rare compliment, his eyes calm, as if this was the most normal thing.

Wu Zhongming did not take it as an offense, but instead earnestly reminded him: "Wear a coat when you go to bed next time, so you don't catch a cold."

Wen Wenzhong: ...

Chang Jingchen even shamelessly said, "Teacher, I don't have a coat now."

So Wu Zhongming gave their class a ten-minute political lesson. The central idea was that they should learn to care about their classmates, maintain solidarity, and be eager to help classmates in need.

Facing Wu Zhongming's eager gaze and flying saliva, Wen Wenzhong raised his hand tremblingly and stopped his nagging with one sentence: "Teacher, can you lend my coat to Chang Jingchen?"

So, in the next class, the new sleepyhead Chang Jingchen put on his coat and fell asleep peacefully under the kind gaze of his math teacher.

Wen Wen Zhong: Smiling on the face, but cursing in the heart.

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History Lesson:

"Chang Jingchen, are you still sleeping?! Stand up!"

The boy opened his eyes and stood up obediently.

"You know everything? You don't even listen in class? If that's the case, how come you only got over 60 points in history?!"

The boy thought for a moment and answered seriously: "Because... I don't like to be high-profile?"

History teacher: ...

History teacher: ...She has never seen such a shameless person!

She sneered, "Oh, I didn't realize you were a little genius. What, do you mean that if you act high-profile and answer the questions well, you can get full marks?"

“It’s a bit difficult to get a full score.”

The history teacher's expression improved a little, and he felt that this student was not completely insane.

Then Chang Jingchen said modestly: "But I think 90 points is still okay."

History teacher: ...

The history teacher laughed in anger: "Okay! Since you said so, you don't have to attend this class. Come to my office and I will give you a test paper. All the teachers in the office will watch you do the test paper! If you can't get more than 90 points, I will invite your parents!"

In the following class, all the students listened absent-mindedly. Even Wen Wenzhong kept looking at the door of the classroom unconsciously, and couldn't help but worry about his deskmate.

Although his deskmate had suddenly changed his attitude in the past few days, and his brain seemed to have suddenly become much smarter, and he could solve many complicated math problems, but this was history! History required a lot of memorization! He had never seen his deskmate memorize books!

Of course, the history teacher also noticed the commotion in the class. She put down her textbook and sneered, "What? You guys want to do the test paper in my office too?"

Wen Wen Zhong immediately lowered his head like a quail.

The history teacher simply stopped teaching, and the guest politics teacher began to give them a political lesson:

"I'm telling you, don't be proud and complacent. I've seen many students like Chang Jingchen who are half-hearted and ignorant. When you enter society in the future, you will naturally have endless lessons to learn..."

It was not until the bell rang that the history teacher stopped talking with a look of unfulfilled desire.

She put away her textbook and planned to go to the office to see if Chang Jingchen had finished writing. But when she turned around, she found that Chang Jingchen was already standing at the door with the test paper in his hand.

She was a little surprised: "You have finished writing?"

The boy nodded and unfolded the test paper to her. The bright red 92 points on it was particularly eye-catching.

History teacher: ...

The boy smiled shyly and explained, "The history teacher of Class 5 happened to be free, so I asked him to help mark it. Would you like to take another look?"

The history teacher snatched the test paper from his hand in disbelief, stared at it carefully with wide eyes, and found that he only got one wrong among the 30 multiple-choice questions, and the rest were all correct. He also lost five points on the last question of the material-based answering questions, and the rest were all correct.

The boy lowered his head and said as if he was embarrassed: "I did very badly on the test this time. My memory of modern history is distorted."

The history teacher then realized that all the lost points on the test paper were concentrated in modern history!

She gasped and looked at the boy in front of her with his head down in shame, as if she was looking at a monster.

She asked with a trembling voice: "...You said before that you didn't do well in every exam because you didn't like being high-profile, so you deliberately did poorly on the exam?"

Chang Jingchen nodded, pursed his lips embarrassedly, and smiled shyly.

The history teacher thought Chang Jingchen's way of thinking was very unique, and she couldn't keep up with his train of thought after thinking for a long time.

She asked suspiciously, "If that's the case, then why are you being so high-profile again?"

Chang Jingchen answered confidently: "Of course it's to prove to the teacher that I can sleep in class without affecting my studies!"

The history teacher was speechless for a moment.

It took her a long time to find her words: "...Okay, from now on, as long as you can get more than 90 points in every exam, you can sleep, and I won't stop you."

When the history teacher left the classroom and Chang Jingchen fell asleep on the table again, a dozen students secretly held a brief meeting in the corner of Class 2 (9) farthest from his seat.

"Arrogant, too arrogant."

"It's so arrogant that it makes my scalp tingle."

"He's so arrogant that I want to ask him to call me brother."

"By the way, have you noticed that Chang Jingchen's ranking in every exam before was always in the middle of the class?"

"Hiss—" Someone gasped: "You mean, he calculated the scores for every exam and did it like that on purpose?"

"It's very likely. Didn't you hear what he said to the history teacher? He deliberately got a low score because he didn't want to be high-profile."

There was a series of inhalation sounds.

"It's terrible, it's really terrible, this person is so terrifying."

"Why do I feel like his actions are familiar? Do you think he is like the sweeping monk in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils?"

"You're right. He was usually unknown, but suddenly his true strength was revealed, making a big splash."

"Wen Wenzhong, you are his deskmate, didn't you notice any clues?"

Wen Wenzhong wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a bitter face: "Really not, he is usually very quiet, doesn't like to talk, and is like a piece of air."

"Insidious, so insidious. Chang Jingchen must have stayed up all night studying at home every day, so he was so sleepy in the classroom these days. These are all tactics he came up with to confuse us, and his purpose is to surpass us without anyone noticing!"

"Yes, that must be the case! How can he be so evil-minded at such a young age!"

"I'm going to delay my bedtime when I get home today!"

"Add me one!"

"Me too!"

As the group was discussing heatedly, the study committee member came into the classroom from outside and shouted, "Chang Jingchen, the teacher wants you to go to the office."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire noisy classroom suddenly became silent, and everyone looked at a sleepy guy who was sleeping soundly on the table.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chang Jingchen stood up lazily, hunched over, and slowly followed the student council member out of the classroom.

The next moment after the two stepped out of the classroom, the classroom exploded with a bang. Students on all sides whispered to each other, talking and guessing why the teacher called Chang Jingchen to the office.

A friend who had just established a revolutionary friendship with Wen Wenzhong looked at Wen Wenzhong, and Wen Wenzhong immediately understood what he meant. He patted his chest and said, "I'll go ask my mom... Teacher Wang a few questions!"

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When Le Jing walked into the office, he found that this small office already had all seven dragon balls. Oh no, it had all his six teachers.

Under the six pairs of eager eyes, Le Jing remained calm.

He suddenly changed his personality, so the teacher must ask him what happened.

He was very calm, but the audience in the live broadcast room were very worried.

【Wuseill: Oh my god! Is this a six-judge trial? ?】

[Taiko Bell Zhenzong: At this moment, I finally recalled the fear that I was dominated by the dark and terrifying high school years. The past is unbearable to look back on QWQ]

[Pei Chi: Why are so many teachers looking for the anchor suddenly? The anchor hasn't done anything wrong recently? ]

[Zi Yu Fei Yu: If sleeping in class isn’t considered a crime…]

[Have you reviewed today’s duba: If arguing with the teacher is not considered a crime…]

[Beauty is Justice°: If being too arrogant is not considered a crime...]

【Wei Ling: …light a candle for the anchor [candle] [candle] [candle]】

【Hua Xizi: ...May the anchor wish you good luck_(:з」∠)_】

[Ji Yi: The anchor is so pitiful, let’s crowdfund to buy him a coffin :-)]

[System prompt: I am very happy to reward the anchor Chang Jingchen with 100 RMB]

[System prompt: Xingchenfei gave anchor Chang Jingchen 100RMB last night]

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Le Jing ignored the candles and rewards that filled the screen of the live broadcast room and smiled calmly: "Teachers, what do you want to talk to me about?"

The political science teacher spoke first and tested the situation: "Your grades have improved a lot recently."

Le Jing replied calmly: "It's not an improvement, it's just that I've recovered my true strength."

The political science teacher choked, and the geography teacher took over the topic and asked, "Does that mean your previous grades can't reflect your true level?"

Le Jing nodded and said, "If the teachers don't believe me, you can give me a test anytime."

The Chinese teacher immediately made the decision: "Okay, we have a set of papers here, you can try them and let us see your true level."

Le Jing calmly began to do the questions while six pairs of eyes were watching him 360 degrees without blind spots.

He wrote Chinese first, then math, English and liberal arts.

By the time he finished all the papers, except for the Chinese and history teachers who had frowns on their faces, all the other teachers smiled contentedly.

The history teacher was very disappointed: "You still lack some knowledge in modern history. For example, in this multiple-choice question, who was the initiator of the modern anti-drug movement? It was obviously Mr. Li Jingran. How could you choose Mr. Lin Zexu? Lin Zexu destroyed opium at Humen! How could you get this easy question wrong?"

Le Jing: ...

The Chinese teacher was worried: "You did well in the previous part, but your reading comprehension is too poor. Your reading comprehension of Memoirs of a Famous Courtesan was a mess! Just this one reading comprehension made your score far behind others!"

Le Jing: ...

The math teacher was delighted: "Full marks! Oh, you have good math thinking and your problem-solving ideas are very clever. Since you are not good at liberal arts anyway, you might as well transfer to our science class. Since you are so good at math, you will not be bad at comprehensive science either!"

[Li Jingran’s woman: Tsk tsk tsk, it’s ok that you can’t understand my husband’s article, but you can’t even get this easy-to-scoring question right? What kind of academic master is this? Goodbye!]

The author has something to say:

First of all, the style of this dungeon is more of a slapstick one, so the choice of words is not that sophisticated, so the crazy author would make high school students in the 1980s say "so scary" just to make a joke 23333

Well, the style of future paintings will be more silly. I plan to be silly first and then serious (not really)