Chapter 2: Another "What's going on?"
"What's going on?"
The homeroom teacher pointed at the report card, his face livid. "Because of your inexplicable willfulness, our class average has dropped several points. Class A isn't even in the top three of all the classes. Class A has never had such a bad performance in its history!"
Of course, there was another meaning she didn’t say, because because of this result, the class teacher bonus she was going to receive was gone.
The head teacher stared at her face, seemingly suppressing his anger, "Zhong Fei, do you have any problem with me?"
Lin Xicai's face turned red and white, and she was speechless, "...I didn't."
Next to the report card was a stack of open test papers with large blank spaces on them. The female head teacher raised her chin towards the papers and said, "Then answer me, what's going on?"
From the moment the results list was posted, Lin Xicai seemed to have become the star of the zoo. People were watching and talking about her because of her astonishing results. Even after she was called into the office by her head teacher, a group of people stood by the window to join in the fun.
The moment the head teacher asked this question, all the people who were pretending to look at the scenery outside the window straightened up, waiting anxiously for an answer.
Lin Xicai paused, then gave up struggling. "I can't write," she said.
"Can't write?"
The head teacher's face became even more embarrassed. This answer was undoubtedly a confrontational provocation to her. She flipped open the test paper and couldn't help but tapped twice on the blank space with her fingertips. "You can't answer this question? And this one? You can't answer it?"
Lin Xicai thought for a moment, then looked up again, her eyes filled with moisture. "I'm not kidding, teacher. I feel like I've suddenly lost all knowledge in my head."
There was a dead silence in the office.
"It could also be that I'm under too much mental pressure. I can't really give it my all. I get dizzy and break out in cold sweats just looking at those questions. It's not that I don't want to write, it's that I really can't. If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance footage."
Lin Xicai paused, her voice choking with genuine sobs. "No one would joke about their grades. I'm the saddest person to have something like this happen. I still don't know how to explain it to my family..."
The head teacher looked at her, her anger was blocked halfway through. She was not sure whether what she said was true or not - mental and psychological problems would affect performance, but wasn't it a bit too outrageous to go from first to last?
The female head teacher rubbed her eyebrows, seeming extremely tired. She opened and closed her mouth, then opened and closed it again. Finally, she waved her hand and let her go back.
Lin Xicai walked out of the office. The short hundred meters from the math office to the classroom were met with stares at her every step. Curious and gossipy, they couldn't help but whisper to their companions the moment she passed. Their voices weren't loud, but they were loud enough for her to hear clearly:
"How is it possible to forget everything you learned overnight?"
"I also think it's too weird. I still find it hard to believe. She used to be number one in her grade for years, and now she's suddenly ranked last. How can she handle this mentally?"
"I used to be so arrogant and looked down on poor students, but now I've become a poor student myself."
"Then can she still stay in Class A?"
"I don't think so. Class A will be cleaned out regularly. I've never heard of anyone who ranks last in the school being able to stay in Class A."
Class A is the best class in Xuling College. It is the elite class among the elite classes specially set up by the school. After each major exam, the best students will be admitted and the worst students will be eliminated based on the ranking of the whole grade.
Because of this system, every student in the class is worried about their academic performance.
And now, their former most powerful competitor has suddenly undergone such a huge change, which is undoubtedly big news.
After Lin Xicai returned to the classroom, not only her classmates, but also teachers of various subjects seemed to want to verify her answer. They took turns asking her questions in class. After a few classes, Lin Xicai went from being embarrassed, hesitant, flustered, and ashamed at the beginning to becoming numb and even self-righteous in the end. She could stand up and say "I don't know" with great calmness.
After giving up, Lin Xicai felt relieved - bad grades didn't constitute a crime, but just because they did, so what? Shoot me?
The temperament of a poor student cannot be faked. The teachers were a little skeptical at first, but when they saw the real person, they found that it seemed to be true.
Everyone expressed surprise that "it's actually true" and regret that "what a pity".
After school, Lin Xicai was called in by her homeroom teacher for a talk. Perhaps because she realized that her attitude was a little radical in the morning, this conversation was obviously soothing in nature.
The head teacher meant that although the school has rules that students who show obvious decline in exam performance will be transferred out of Class A, her situation is relatively special. She believes that she will get back to her form soon. She is willing to make a special application to the school to give her another chance, so that she doesn't have to worry and can adjust herself well.
Lin Xicai knew the other party meant well, but after thinking about it, she refused. "Thank you, teacher, but I still want to respect the school rules. I want to change classes."
The homeroom teacher was taken aback. "Do you know what you're doing? With your grades this time, do you know which class you'll be assigned to? Class Z! Don't you have any idea what that class is? Your results this time were just a fluke. If you adjust yourself, you'll definitely be able to make up for it next time."
Lin Xicai was silent for a moment, then shook her head and rejected the teacher's kindness.
It's not that she is so noble, but she knows in her heart that even if the head teacher gives her ten more chances, she will not be able to get back to the top few in the school. The best that can happen is that she will go from last to eleventh from the bottom.
If you don’t leave this time, what about next time, and the next time?
Occupying a position that doesn't belong to her and surrounded by wolves, she has a poor foundation to begin with, and in Class A where the progress is so fast, she will definitely die miserably.
Compared to Class A, which made her feel uneasy, perhaps Class Z was more suitable for her.
She is a poor student now and prefers to stay with people of the same kind.
The head teacher sighed, feeling sorry for her misfortune and lamenting her lack of fighting spirit, but there was nothing he could do. He said a few more intimate words and let her leave.
The class transfer procedures went smoothly - thanks to the Fu family's daughter's gloating publicity, everyone in the Fu family, including the original owner's mother, knew that she had ranked last in the exam.
Previously, she had been suppressed by the original owner with her academic performance. Now that something like this happened, Lin Xicai felt that it was understandable that the daughter took the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. In fact, the daughter's high-profile behavior unexpectedly helped her.
The form for transferring classes required the signature of the parents, and it was impossible to hide the grades. She was just at a loss as to how to start the conversation when her daughter came out to ask for help. She took the opportunity to act like she had no appetite and was in a daze, which made everyone believe that she had a mental problem and they couldn't bear to ask any more questions.
When she tearfully confessed her academic problems to the original owner's mother, she thought her mother would be particularly angry and disappointed, but she was obviously more concerned about her health. She made an appointment for her at the hospital with great concern, and then signed the class transfer form she handed over.
The school was very efficient, and the day after she submitted the form, she was transferred to Class Z.
Class A to Class Z, to be exact, is a graded division. In short, Class Z is the worst class in the senior year.
Perhaps it was because the original owner's previous grades were too dazzling, and the head teacher of Class Z had a filter for her. When Lin Xicai went downstairs with her schoolbag and textbooks, she met the head teacher of Class Z who came to greet her in person.
The head teacher of Class Z was a kind-faced woman with a very friendly attitude. Lin Xicai followed behind obediently, politely answering her frequent inquiries, but she still felt uneasy in her heart - an uneasiness about the unknown that had nowhere to be relieved.
That intense gaze seemed to haunt her once again.
That feeling of being stared at came back.
Lin Xicai looked up vigilantly and saw a figure on the rooftop of the teaching building opposite the playground.
Because the distance was too far, the figure reflected in her pupils was not clear.
To the point that even she herself couldn't tell whether the gaze came from that person or not.
While she was stunned, the head teacher had already brought her to the door of Class Z.
There is not only Class Z at the bottom of the class on this floor, the entire corridor is not quiet.
However, even though she was mentally prepared, Lin Xicai couldn't help but curl her lips the moment she pushed open the door. A huge noise came over her head. Some people were playing cards, eating instant noodles, putting on makeup, watching videos... There were people doing all kinds of things, it was a mess.
Lin Xicai frowned, a little confused.
Well……
She took back what she had said.
She is not of the same ilk as these people.
She just has bad grades, she's not such a person. (Draw a clear line)
The kind homeroom teacher put away his smile and maintained order with a stern face. He then pointed to a seat in the corner of the second-to-last row and said, "This is the only empty seat in the class. Sit here for now. If... you don't feel comfortable, there's always room for you to move to the next seat."
Lin Xicai didn't think about it, she thanked him immediately and walked towards that position obediently. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but Lin Xicai felt that the people around her seemed to suddenly become a little excited.
They seemed very interested in her position, their eyes excited and malicious.
It was like... witnessing a lamb being led among wolves.
Lin Xicai tried to smile without showing any emotion, but she followed their gaze to look at the textbooks of her deskmate, whom she had never met, which were placed haphazardly next to her.
The cover was blown open by the wind, and a scribbled name appeared on the title page: Xie Shi.
Just then, after a brief and slight dizziness, Lin Xicai suddenly heard a clear child's voice in her ears, "Hello, host, System 909 is at your service."
Lin Xicai suddenly opened her eyes wide.
Almost at the same time, the person on the rooftop raised his hand to catch the bouncing red elastic ball, then turned around and went downstairs.
Here comes another one.
The corners of his lips seemed to curve, but there was no warmth in his eyes. Instead, a hint of sarcasm seemed to flicker across his eyes.
It was like rushing to a botched performance.
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