The homeroom teacher readily agreed. She called over He Jing's classmate from the back row and spoke to him briefly, essentially saying that since He Jing was a student from Jinjiang, they should give way to him for the sake of friendship between the two schools.
This student, a fan of the banned couple, couldn't help but feel aggrieved: "I finally managed to get into the class after He Jing."
It's all because the homeroom teacher insisted on arranging seats according to grades.
However, he eventually gave up his seat and moved to the last row. After all, the classroom for Class 3 of Grade 11 was big enough, the lights were bright enough, and the blackboard took up an entire wall. Even if he had 500 degrees of myopia, he could still see clearly from the back.
Xiao Ben and the other Jinjiang students didn't get such good treatment; they were all seated at the back. After taking their seats, Xiao Ben whispered to his familiar Jinjiang deskmate, "I wonder what they've learned this semester at Yinjiang High School. I think the material must be very simple..."
Two minutes later, the bell rang, and the physics teacher entered carrying the textbook. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he glanced at the few extra students in the classroom, but he casually adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "Students, open your textbooks to the tenth page from the bottom..."
Everyone in Class 3 of Grade 11: "?"
Little Stupid: "?"
Jinjiang's physics teacher has only taught half of the material, yet he keeps giving them tests. He says that since the midterms are approaching, they'll accelerate their study of the textbook content. How come Yingao's teaching pace is so fast?
"Dude, we can't understand what the teacher is saying."
"Try to listen, you idiot!"
...
Little did they know that the physics teacher, in order to save face and avoid being looked down upon by the students of Jinjiang, deliberately taught content that would only be covered closer to the midterm.
Seeing the bewildered expressions on all the students' faces, he couldn't help but feel a little smug.
See, he really fooled everyone in Jinjiang.
After a week, the students from Jinjiang finally got used to their daily life at Yingao High School and the pace of their studies there. The textbooks for each city are different, and Yingao's are indeed simpler than those for Jinjiang, so they adapted quickly.
The head of academic affairs specially arranged student dormitories for them, one room per person, which were quite luxurious.
When Yin Gao was founded, it built dormitory buildings. Unfortunately, the rich and powerful ladies and gentlemen here either drive luxury cars or rent houses outside. No one wants to live on campus, as if living here would mean being homeless.
The first to move in were He Jing and Yan Hanxi, because they needed to catch up on lessons for the National Physics Competition.
Lin Yi once again felt the happiness of the rich. As the saying goes, you lose something for every thing you gain. The rich gain money and lose their worries. This is indeed true.
Thinking back to how awful He Jing was and how he mocked her for not studying well, he wished he could go back in time and slap himself across the face.
He's already so rich, why bother studying? Can studying put food on the table? His dream is to live a life of leisure, not working, just staying at home and waiting to die!
In the blink of an eye, another month has passed, and the semester is finally coming to an end. The last monthly exam is seven days before the midterm exam.
The entire class was once again filled with the same collective anxiety that had been present when He Jing first arrived. Wu Yu shouted again, "Sister Jing, help! Let me borrow your notes to copy."
Shen Qiuyu stood up with an air of dominance, slamming her long leg down on the table with a loud "thud," and declared with her hands on her hips, "Jing-jie's chemistry notes are mine!"
"Wait, I'll offer 50,000! Nobody can take Jing's notes from me!"
...
Lin Yi, munching on snacks, stared in astonishment at the chaotic scene in the classroom, dropping the shrimp chips in his hand to the ground.
When He Jing's notes were being sold for a sky-high price of 200,000, even Park Seok couldn't help but say, "That's enough. What's so good about He Jing's notes? Going back to reading books is a hundred times more useful than reading notes."
The classroom fell silent, frozen for a full three seconds, and then—
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