LMBYE 10
"Get lost! You're not a virgin!!"
Jiang Beiqing’s arrogance was so excessive that it triggered a surge of protective instincts among Class 8 students toward Ning Ci.
“What’s up with him? Just talking to him makes him so uncomfortable he needs to take a leave…”
“We should at least give him a doctor’s contact.”
“Baby, which question are you stuck on? I’ll teach you!”
The boy drinking coconut milk suddenly raised his head, glaring at Chen Miao, who had just spoken the last sentence. His rogue-like handsomeness turned cold and fierce.
Baby? What baby? So noisy first thing in the morning.
To everyone’s surprise, Ning Ci actually smiled slightly at her. “It’s fine, I just remembered how to solve it.”
Then he directly filled in C in the answer box.
Chen Miao worried that Ning Ci had just guessed randomly to avoid troubling her. She had been secretly watching him the whole time—he wasn’t even paying attention in class! Thinking about this, Chen Miao felt a little embarrassed. She glanced at Ning Ci’s backseat. Wasn’t it rumored that Ning Ci had a crush on their class’s demon overlord?
Could it be that the demon overlord’s charm had faded, and Ning Ci had fallen for the academic god instead? No way. She thought Jiang Beiqing looked terrible… If little cutie really liked him, his taste must have taken a dive.
Muttering to herself, Chen Miao flipped to the answer page and checked the corresponding question number. Her mouth slightly dropped open in surprise.
“…He actually got it right.”
Although this problem wasn’t too difficult, it still required calculations with geometric sequences, and the numbers were quite large. Had Ning Ci mentally calculated the answer? Or was it just luck?
Just then, Wang Yecheng suddenly pushed open the door, his face full of displeasure as he scanned the room.
“There’s only a little over a week left until the monthly exams, and you’re all still slacking off!”
His murky eyes landed on Ning Ci, and his next words came with a sharp edge.
“Some people don’t study regularly but suddenly want to cram when disaster is near. What were you doing earlier? I suggest such students give up early. No talent means no hope, no matter how hard you try. Don’t drag down the top students. Jiang Beiqing isn’t feeling well, so I’ve approved his leave…”
"Slurp—zzzzz—"
An ear-piercing straw-sucking sound interrupted Wang Yecheng’s lecture. Annoyed, he turned toward the back row.
“Lou Zhengdu, what are you doing?! If you want to have breakfast, do it outside!”
Zhang Yang secretly admired him. The straw had been chewed so much it was battle-scarred, practically a leaky whistle—yet Lou Ge still managed to make noise with it. Truly impressive. If this were a CEO romance novel, Lou Ge would definitely be the type of male lead who could intensely dominate a kiss with just his tongue.
The boy who had been called out had an uncontrollable air of defiance, yet he feigned regret.
“Sorry, teacher. I was just reading today’s essay material report. There’s an article about someone who’s too shameless, and I couldn’t help myself.”
“I mean, there’s this teacher, yeah? He doesn’t focus on teaching, plays favorites all the time, and then suddenly pretends to be all high and mighty when exams approach. Sigh, I suggest this type of teacher also give up early. No talent means no hope, no matter how hard they try. Stop bothering the obedient students—”
“LOU ZHENGDU!!”
“Brilliant. That’s a solid argument. I’ll write about this for my essay.”
“Haha, and get a zero on it?”
A few students whispered among themselves.
Wang Yecheng’s face turned red with anger, and the suppressed laughter around him only fueled his rage.
In all his years of teaching, he had never encountered such an unruly troublemaker as Lou Zhengdu. Worse, the kid had money, so he couldn’t punish him the way he normally would with disobedient students. But punks like him—how else could they learn a lesson without a beating?
Seething, Wang Yecheng stormed down the aisle. Lou Zhengdu was untouchable, but Ning Ci? He had no apparent background, his clothes weren’t name brands, and he looked easy to bully. Most infuriatingly, every time he was humiliated by Lou Zhengdu, Ning Ci was somehow involved. A single rat was spoiling the whole pot!
But before he could get close, the so-called "obedient student" seemed annoyed.
His pale skin made him look like a snow leopard rudely awakened from slumber. His glass-like eyes turned icy cold, a layer of frost covering them.
“Do you need something?”
The boy frowned slightly, distant and indifferent.
“If not, don’t come so close to me.”
Or else, you’ll be the one suffering.
The whole class: qwq … so scary!!
Lou Zhengdu’s lips subtly curved up. He thought Ning Ci was like an adorable yet standoffish little cat—one that usually ignored you but would bite ferociously if you annoyed him.
But really, could a little cat have bad intentions? You were the one who provoked him first.
For a brief moment, Wang Yecheng was shaken by Ning Ci’s gaze. A chill ran down his spine. He snapped back to reality, even more humiliated. Outraged, he turned to leave.
“You’re all out of control! I can’t handle you anymore. I’ll let someone else deal with this.”
With that, he stormed to the door and shouted for the grade supervisor. But in his hurry, he slipped, failed to grab the doorframe, and face-planted onto the floor—right in front of everyone.
His chin slammed into the platform step. Blood immediately appeared.
The grade supervisor, Zhang De, arrived just in time to witness this disaster, his face full of horror.
“Mr. Wang, you need to go to the hospital immediately!”
Wang Yecheng staggered up, clutching his chin and muttering threats at Ning Ci.
“…You’re finished. When the exam comes, you’ll stay in this classroom, and I will personally supervise you.”
Then, waving off any assistance, he stormed away.
Zhang De stood there awkwardly, exchanging glances with the students. Checking the class schedule, he realized the next two periods were math, but the math teacher had just left with a broken face.
“…Well, I’ll substitute for these two lessons.”
The classroom fell silent.
Zhang Yang, still in shock, scooted his chair away. “Thank you, Ning Ning, for sparing my life.”
Then his chair was kicked hard from behind.
He yelped, confused. “Bro, what was that for?”
Tang Yuan, who had been observing Lou Zhengdu’s fluctuating moods, suddenly had an epiphany.
“…Maybe Lou Ge thinks your nickname for Ning Ci is too mushy?”
Lou Zhengdu gave him a look of approval.
Exactly.
“Ning Ning” sounded too cutesy. Gross. At least Little Psychic never called people like that.
Zhang Yang felt wronged. Just as he was about to defend himself, his uncle-turned-substitute-teacher suddenly called out:
“Zhang Yang, stop whispering! Turn your head back around!”
Zhang Yang: …
Great. Bloodline suppression. He immediately shut up.
