Chapter 4
At first, I thought Wu Qi was just acting on a whim, but after that, he came to pick me up every day without getting tired of it.
I could see him as soon as I left the school gate. He wasn't as high-profile as the first time. Instead, he became calmer and calmer as time went on. He would just wait on the path I always took, leaning against the wall, and whistle when I came over.
Gradually, I became quite popular at school, and some girls would ask me to go to the bathroom with them.
I don't understand, are there monsters in human toilets?
Anyway, they subtly asked me who picked me up every night. I told them he was my childhood friend, my childhood sweetheart. They breathed a sigh of relief and said that was good, as many of them liked him.
I couldn't quite understand what he meant, so I nodded, thinking to myself, "No wonder you don't like him. Anyone who messes with the God of Wealth is messing with money."
They asked for my contact information again, and I said I didn't know it. Their expressions changed instantly. "Oh, so that's all there is to our relationship."
This is a bit speechless. He knows everything I'm thinking, why would I need his contact information?
However, this enthusiasm only lasted for a while, and soon no one paid any attention to me anymore. Only Meng Xiaoqiong would mention it to me during casual conversations in class.
How old is he?
Without even thinking, I said, "302, that's half a year older than me."
Meng Xiaoqiong choked for a moment: "...I'll give you a chance to rephrase your words."
I thought for a moment: "16, is that okay?"
Meng Xiaoqiong: "Tsk. You two are dating too early."
Early romance?
This was the first time I'd ever heard this term, so I asked her, "What does it mean?"
Meng Xiaoqiong looked at me as if she had seen a ghost. "It's just youthful arrogance, you know?"
I still don't quite understand.
But I had to appear smart, so I nodded and said I understood.
That nod was unnecessary; we were sitting side by side, so she couldn't see me.
But the teacher can see me.
When she saw my knowing look, she realized she had explained it very well.
"Sang Yue." She called my name and told me to stand up. "Come up and tell me your story."
This teacher rarely calls on me to answer questions, and I always thought she didn't know me. Only today did I realize that I actually have some presence.
She's given me so much face, I have to oblige.
I walked up with great pride and confidence, while a chorus of doubts rose in my ears.
"She really can?"
"Isn't this the most challenging question?"
"What kind of challenging question is this? It was last year's exam question, and no one in the entire No. 3 Middle School could solve it back then."
I should have heard these doubts, but under the teacher's approving gaze, I gradually lost myself.
That look in his eyes meant, "You can do it, you understand, you are my prized student, a rising star."
OK
Yes, I understand. I am your prized student, a rising star.
I stepped onto the podium and rolled up my sleeves. I'd barely written the character "解" (jie, meaning solution) when the teacher's attention shifted elsewhere.
"Oh, I just noticed that you also have a red string on your wrist."
I paused for a moment, then nodded, but corrected her: "There are two, I have one on this hand too."
The students' eyes were fixed on me, trying to see the red string on my wrist.
Don't people in the mortal world have these things too? They have a festival called the Dragon Boat Festival, where you can wear not only red, but also seven-colored things. Why are you curious about mine?
The teacher found it quite strange and asked, "Where else is there?"
I put down the chalk, wiped off the chalk dust, and then pulled up my school uniform pants. "Both ankles are covered."
The teacher joked, "One on your neck, one on your wrist, and one on your ankle—that's interesting. Is there any significance to it?"
The crowd below erupted in cheers, joining in with "Yeah, yeah!"
There are things I cannot tell you; heavenly secrets cannot be revealed.
I smiled and replied, "There's no particular explanation. I was born with it, just like the jade in Jia Baoyu's mouth."
"That's really strange." The teacher laughed, revealing laugh lines. "Alright, get back to your work."
Alright, the rising star is back.
I picked up the chalk again and read the question aloud.
I didn't understand.
I read the question again and thought it might be a problem with how humans punctuate sentences, so I read the question again.
...
I'll read it again.
By the time I read it for the 26th time, the teacher finally couldn't take it anymore and asked me, "Do you have any questions?"
His attitude wasn't good; he was already getting a little anxious, and he lowered his voice, leaving the whole class silent.
I broke out in a cold sweat and said, "I definitely feel that there's something wrong with my head."
After two seconds of silence, the whole class burst into laughter, so much so that even the head of the teaching department came over to take a look and see if the era of the dead had arrived.
The teacher was speechless, but not disappointed in me, this rising star. "I asked if you had any questions about the questions."
I honestly said, "I don't understand the question."
She asked again, "What don't you understand?"
I took the test paper and walked up to her, asking her what each of the symbols represented.
The truth is that people in the human world speak too colloquially, while the Heavenly Court still maintains the old-fashioned way of speaking. The Heavenly Emperor is the most obvious example, speaking in classical Chinese phrases and being the culprit behind corruption.
She patiently explained to me, then said I was cute, and the whole class chuckled along.
This time I really understand. She didn't think I was cute; she thought I was stupid. She thought I wouldn't know how to do it, and she was giving me a way out.
joke.
When I was born, your ancestors were just a cell.
Give me a way out? I'll just stand there on the podium.
After standing there for a long time, until the audience had finished laughing, the teacher finally raised his hand to let me go back.
I didn't react at first, but then I suddenly realized the trick to the problem. I asked the teacher, "The sum of the interior angles of a triangle is 180 degrees, right?"
"Yes, that's common sense, honey."
"Then you're in trouble." I stood silently on the podium, then suddenly smiled politely. "Why not connect two auxiliary lines for this problem?"
I picked up the chalk and drew a vertical line connecting points A and B. I used a bit too much force, and the chalk broke at one end.
The teacher, who had been smiling, froze upon hearing this and looked up at me.
I turned slightly to the side and explained my thought process, then, worried they might not understand, I went into a little more detail. However, some people still didn't get it, staring blankly at me. Oh well, you're doomed. You're not a rising star.
In short, the teacher understood.
She nodded, signaling me to leave, clearly not expecting me to pull this stunt. She waved her hand, her gaze finally turning somewhat heavy as she looked at me.
"I'll go back and think about it some more."
I know she wants to go back and see how to overthrow me, but I'm not afraid. I don't usually make mistakes; I'm a very steady person.
After class, someone came to me and said that the teachers in the office had all gone crazy. I had given them a new perspective, and many people wanted to meet me.
"You're so arrogant, are you even human?"
A casual remark caught me completely off guard, and I almost blurted out, "How do you know I'm not human?"
But I decided against it.
I smiled slightly and lifted my eyelashes: "What do you think?"
Just a mortal.
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