I’m so sorry, I… forgot to post… Easter is making me lose track of time lol
In the blink of an eye, the day of the monthly test had arrived. He sighed, lamenting that it was the first time since the last monthly exam that this many students had come to school.
In the morning, Sheng Renxing bought a sandwich with soy milk, while Xing Ye only had soy milk.
Since Sheng Renxing was a transfer student, he was in the same exam room as Xing Ye – the final room.
The two walked in together, but his seat wasn’t close to Xing Ye’s, two rows away and diagonally in front.
Since they were early and the bell hadn’t rung yet, Sheng Renxing sat on Xing Ye’s table, eating his sandwich while looking at his phone.
The people in this exam hall couldn’t be described as ‘studious’ – even after scanning the entire room, he couldn’t spot a single person with a book out.
Huang Mao and the others were also in this room – they were all sitting next to Xing Ye, but he didn’t know if those were their actual seats.
Only Lu Zhaohua was assigned to a different hall – it was said that he had good grades, usually around 100 points.
“I think the invigilator for this hall is Lao Yuan.” Jiang Jing spoke suddenly while looking at his phone.
Huang Mao’s drooping eyelids barely opened: “Really?”
Lao Yuan was notoriously lenient as an invigilator, which meant that if they wanted to cheat…
“What’s this exam on?” Huang Mao asked.
Jiang Jing looked at him contemptuously: “Can you bring your brains to school?” Then he checked and replied: “Oh, it’s Chinese.”
Dong Qiu, who had stretched his neck out originally, heard Jiang Jing and shrank his neck back.
Huang Mao’s barely opened eyelids drooped down again.
The two used their bodies to show they were too lazy to copy.
Jiang Jing looked at them, hummed, and then looked back at Xing Ye, who said nothing.
He nodded: “Okay.”
He texted back to Lu Zhaohua: [They don’t want the answers.]
Lu Zhaohua replied quickly: [How virtuous.]
[What about you? Do you want them?]
Jiang Jing thought for a moment: [Forget it, I don’t want them either.]
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
[Copying Chinese is too tiring.]
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The rest of the time, copying was quite rare.
But here, the reason for it being rare was completely different.
Sheng Renxing thought about the complicated relationship between Xing Ye and his mother, and then took the initiative to ask something that Qiu Datou would’ve had to pay three times and then kowtow nine times in order to get as if it was a clearance sale: “Do you want to do better in the test?”
Xing Ye was stunned, and shook his head: “No.”
Sheng Renxing raised his eyebrows slightly, but before he could respond, Jiang Jing turned his head: “I do! I want to do better in the test!”
“No you don’t.” Xing Ye replied expressionlessly. He patted Sheng Renxing’s arm: “The bell’s ringing, go to your seat.”
Facing Sheng Renxing’s gaze, he continued: “If you get caught giving me answers, you’re done. Don’t you want to show this to your father?”
Sheng Renxing frowned, standing up from his desk. “Who said I want to show him the test? He’s a piece of shit.” He then carried on: “Just make sure to give me a minute – wait for me to finish writing.”
Xing Ye nodded, “Yeah.”
In front of them, Jiang Jing ‘tsk-ed’ twice, narrowing his eyes: “It’s so boring in here, let’s go outside…” He raised his hand to his lips and made a smoking gesture, “Come on.”
Xing Ye remained silent, but used his leg to kick Jiang Jing’s lifted chair leg.
The kick almost made Jiang Jing fall, wobbling unsteadily.
Huang Mao was next to him, and was in a state where his eyelids were almost glued down, but he tried his best to regain a sense of sobriety, scolding him: “You dick!”
All the while, Dong Qiu had been searching his bag with his head lowered – eventually, he raised his head and asked them: “Do any of you have a pen?”
“…” Jiang Jing sneered at him first before scolding him: “Coming to the exam without a pen – what’s the difference between that and you shooting without a condom?”
Dong Qiu snorted: “How would you know I shoot without a condom?”
Jiang Jing reached out, grabbing the bag while sneering: “What’s there to know? Have you ever even came?”
Placing the bag in his lap, he searched again in disbelief.
After watching Jiang Jing, as if he could sense something, Dong Qiu turned to Xing Ye: “Brother Xing?”
Xing Ye lowered his eyes and felt underneath the table.
He couldn’t feel his bag.
He thought for a while, before remembering that the bag had gotten dirty when he jumped over the wall with Sheng Renxing before, and it was still lying in the bathroom of Sheng Renxing’s house. Originally, he had wanted to wash it, but then he didn’t touch the bag for a week, so the pens inside were also forgotten there.
He looked back at Dong Qiu.
Dong Qiu: “…”
His sincere proposal was… to not take the test. They should go. Didn’t Lao Yuan say before to leave things that had nothing to do with the exam outside? They should leave the exam room as well.
Huang Mao was even more direct than Xing Ye. He didn’t even bother to look at his drawer – he tapped on the table next to him like a bully: “Do you have a pen?”
It was as if he was asking, “Are you rich? Hand it over!”
The boy jumped in fright, taking a pen from his pencil case.
“One is not enough.”
The boy was silent and took out another pen.
“Not enough.”
The boy: “…” He didn’t dare to provoke them, and hadn’t wanted to say anything, but: “Brother Wan, I only have one pen left!”
The commotion disturbed Lao Yuan, who raised his eyes to look at them: “What are you doing?”
Jiang Jing replied with a smile: “I forgot to bring a pen, so I’m borrowing one.”
Lao Yuan frowned, but, worthy of being the best-tempered teacher in the school, only scolded: “Why are you not setting an example?” before he stopped talking.
The boy was still staring at Huang Mao, while Jiang Jing was looking around to ask others.
Sheng Renxing turned to look at them, and then threw a pen through the air to Xing Ye.
Xing Ye caught it and, with a bit of indifference: “Thank you, Brother Sheng.”
Sheng Renxing glanced at him with a smile.
Jiang Jing sitting in between them: “…”
I’m feeling more and more that some of my guesses are true!
As soon as the timer went off and the papers had to be handed in, there was a rush of people getting up and leaving the exam room.
In less than a few minutes, only five people remained.
Among them was Xing Ye, who had finished writing long ago but did not leave, instead waiting for Sheng Renxing.
Bored in the classroom, he laid his head down on the desk to catch up on some sleep. When Sheng Renxing finished writing and handing in his paper, he pushed him to start as he walked by.
Lao Yuan either didn’t notice their little actions, or he simply didn’t care.
It went on like this all day long.
After school, a few of them agreed to have dinner.
Walking down the road, Xing Ye, in his school uniform, bowed his head and lit a cigarette.
When Huang Mao and the others saw, they all asked him for one, while Sheng Renxing didn’t.
After Huang Mao and the others handed in their papers in advance, they had all gone to steal cigarettes – a lot of people were smoking in the exam room, causing it to smell like smoke all day.
Xing Ye was also addicted, but by the time he left with Sheng Renxing there were too many people outside, so there was no way for him to smoke.
It wasn’t until after school that he was able to smoke his first cigarette of the day.
Other people were also eating at food stalls in the evening – after ordering a lot of things, they could hear the people from the table next to them discussing today’s questions, and Huang Mao suddenly became interested.
“The maths test this time was pretty easy!” he said.
Everyone at the table was stunned.
Jiang Jing laughed: “Even you can see how simple it is?”
Huang Mao sneered: “When I was in class a few days ago, I didn’t fall asleep – I listened!” He was quite proud.
As Xing Ye listened to them talk, he shook the cigarette case with one hand – it was empty. The last one was in his hand.
The smell of tobacco from this cheap brand was very pungent and irritating.
He turned to look at Sheng Renxing.
Sheng Renxing didn’t like the smell of this brand, so he subconsciously sat a little further away from him – while looking at Huang Mao and the others, he seemed to be amused. He was holding a cola in one hand, and there was a lazy smile showing in his eyes.
He looked very relaxed.
Xing Ye looked at him, then suddenly leaned over slightly, putting the cigarette to his lips: “Take a puff.”
Sheng Renxing turned to look at him – while his eyes were slightly puzzled, he still raised his chin and pursed his lips subconsciously to take a breath: “What?”
Xing Ye looked back at him – his own eyes were silent as he took his hand back.
Huang Mao and Jiang Jing’s voices grew louder again. Sheng Renxing took a sip of his cola to lighten the taste of smoke in his mouth, and raised his eyebrows, speaking to Huang Mao: “Don’t bother thinking about it, you’re wrong.”
Huang Mao refuted him: “Why? Are the correct answers out already?”
Sheng Renxing’s expression moved: “No, they aren’t.
“But I know that it’s absolutely impossible for the correct answer to be 25 and 1/4 people.”
Thanks for the chapter!
amo tanto a renxing estudioso aaah 🙂 <3
gracias por la actualización!
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Of course the answer is wrong if it’s 25 and 1/4 people. HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GET 1/4 OF A PERSON AH?! Unless you want cut them into pieces or something..TT
Thanks for the translation..
BHAHAHAHA 25 AND 1/4 OF YOUR BRAINS LEFT YOU SIR
Ack! My heart!!!
25 and 1/4 people😂
XY is getting possessive.
thanks for the chapter <3
Thanks for the chapter ❤️❤️
Lmao roasted