Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 89 - : Dizziness

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Dizziness

“143 points!”

“Can’t be real, right?”

Such a high score left everyone staring agape; students like Chen Qian, who were familiar with the history of high exam scores, were all too aware of how terrifying that number was.

Without exaggeration, some provincial top scorers in the college entrance exam couldn’t reach this score in Chinese.

“Her?”

Many eyes turned toward Xue Yuantong, as this moment marked the beginning of their serious assessment of her.

With her hair in a bun and dressed in a fawn-patterned outfit, Xue Yuantong sat there quietly, her small face set in an expression of indifference to fame and fortune, as if a score of 143 points was just another ordinary thing for her.

After announcing the results, Dai Yongquan said with unusual kindness:

“Xue Yuantong, you’ve done very well this time, first in the subject score, and the school will reward you with cash.”

“From now on, if there’s any difficulty in studies, feel free to speak to the teacher at any time!”

From the moment Dai Yongquan saw Xue Yuantong’s grades, he was unsettled; in all his years of teaching, he had never had a student score over 140 in Chinese. If these results could be maintained, it might be possible to compete for the top score in a single subject in the college entrance exam, top scorer in Chinese!

With such results after the college entrance exam, he wouldn’t only get a bonus, but it would also be greatly beneficial for his professional title evaluation.

If it weren’t for fear of what others might say, he would even be willing to pay out of his own pocket to give Xue Yuantong another scholarship.

“Thank you, Teacher,” Xue Yuantong nodded her little head.

Dai Yongquan’s face was full of kindness, and his speech was no longer stuttered as he called out:

“Dan Xiao and Dong Qingfeng, the two of you distribute the papers.”

Dan Xiao was the Chinese class representative, and Dong Qingfeng the study committee member; they took the papers and began handing them out along the rows of the class.

Geng Lu received her paper, 102 points.

Jiang Ning got her paper, and before she even looked, Geng Lu came over for a peek:

“Wow, Jiang Ning, you scored 134 points!”

Guo Kunnan quickly leaned over to see the red mark:

“Holy shit, your Chinese is that good?”

He had already received his paper, which showed 98 points, a mediocre score, just five more than his deskmate Dan Kaiquan.

Guo Kunnan had felt somewhat sympathetic towards Dan Kaiquan, but upon seeing Jiang Ning’s score, his feelings became complicated instantly—a mix of fear that his friends in the back rows might have scored poorly, and fear that they might have scored too high.

After the papers were distributed, everyone’s scores in the class were revealed.

Ma Shicheng just glanced at his paper, saw the 99 points on it, and went back to playing his game.

Chen Qian pinched his paper; he had scored 121 points—among his small group, only Bai Yuxia’s 123 points were higher. However, Chen Qian was not happy.

Because of Xue Yuantong’s 143 points.

He crumpled the paper in his hand without realizing, and after a long while, he calmed down.

Next to him, Dong Qingfeng glanced over in Xue Yuantong’s direction, feeling a bit melancholic:

“Her Chinese is too high, a good twenty points higher than mine.”

Chen Qian said, “It’s alright, it’s quite normal for girls to be better at Chinese than boys. Look at Bai Yuxia, she’s higher than us too.”

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This was something Dong Qingfeng could agree with.

Chen Qian, not convinced, added, “It’s just being twenty-some points lower in Chinese, that’s no significant gap. Wait for the scores of subjects like math to come out, then you’ll see my true performance.”

As someone from a regular class, Xue Yuantong must have been extremely lopsided in her subjects—otherwise, she wouldn’t be in a regular class.

Thus, he steadied his mind and smiled once again, confident in his strength in science subjects.

Once the science scores came out, that would be his time to pull ahead. Then, everyone would be stunned by him.

He, Chen Qian, was the real Number One of Class Eight!

Listening to Chen Qian’s words, Dong Qingfeng faintly felt like he’d seen this scene before, always with the sense that something bad would happen.

This time he was wiser, not echoing Chen Qian’s sentiments.

During the break, Xue Yuantong ran to fetch some hot water.

Shen Qing’e’s deskmate, Yu Wen, said with a sour tone, “I really suspect she got the answers in advance, scoring more than one hundred and forty points, how could she score so high?”

Yang Sheng, upon hearing this, retorted sarcastically, “Even if you were given the standard answer sheet for the Chinese exam, you couldn’t copy your way to such a high score, believe it or not?”

Yu Wen was furious; every time she spoke up, Yang Sheng would jump out and pick a fight. She immediately retorted:

“What’s it to you? Just look at how many points you scored!”

“I looked, scored higher than you.” Yang Sheng got 112 in Chinese, higher than Yu Wen’s 107.

Yu Wen said, “What’s the point of just Chinese? If you’ve got the guts, let’s compare other subjects.”

“Sure, let’s compare our overall monthly exam scores, bet a month of class duties, do you dare?” Yang Sheng laid down the challenge.

Yu Wen fell silent. Last time, she lost at table tennis and ended up doing Yang Sheng’s class duties for a month; it had not been long since she finished, and she’d had enough of those days.

Shen Qing’e suddenly spoke up, “Yang Sheng, I’ll take that bet with you.”

Yu Wen was her sister-friend, they hung out together all the time; she couldn’t stand by and watch her friend be bullied.

Shen Qing’e scored 113 in Chinese, beating Yang Sheng by one point, which gave her the confidence to wager.

Upon hearing this, Yang Sheng couldn’t contain her joy. She’d found Shen Qing’e unpleasant for a long time without a way to address it. Now that her adversary had jumped forward, she wasn’t about to let go:

“Fine, I hope you keep your word.”

During the second class of evening self-study, Jiang Ning’s test paper had made the rounds at the back of the class, informing the students at the front of the scores he achieved in Chinese.

Chen Qian’s face darkened even further. Yet, he feared nothing now. Jiang Ning was close with Xue Yuantong, so it was normal to have good marks in Chinese. He was waiting for the science scores, ready for a comeback!

Shen Qing’e was gritting her teeth in secret, certain that Xue Yuantong must have tutored him. Otherwise, given Jiang Ning’s level, he surely couldn’t have scored that high.

However, Xue Yuantong was probably only good at Chinese. After all, she was a student in the regular class. No matter what, she couldn’t possibly outperform Jiang Junlong from the Second Middle School advanced class. With Jiang Junlong’s help, there was no way Jiang Ning could surpass her.

…

In the morning, math class.

The math teacher entered the class with the test papers in hand.

“Is it finally happening?” A smile formed at the corner of Chen Qian’s mouth.

The math teacher, with a smiling expression, knew the students were anxious. She didn’t say much and directly handed the test papers to Dong Qingfeng for distribution.

Chen Qian’s test paper was near the top. He took it and immediately smiled when he saw the score – it was a solid 130, higher than he imagined and just hitting the mark.

Considering the difficulty of this math test, a score of 130 was exceptionally rare, a score many students in the advanced class couldn’t reach.

As for Xue Yuantong, Chen Qian laughed. Getting above 105 would be an achievement for her.

Then Bai Yuxia’s score came in, wow, actually having scored 112. Not a bad score.

He indeed scored two points less than her in Chinese, but in math, he was nearly twenty points higher. What is true ability?

This is absolute ability.

For a moment, Chen Qian couldn’t help but feel triumphantly elated, relishing a taste of sweet reward after all the bitterness.

He thought back to the summer break, a difficult period for him. Upon learning he only made it into the regular class of Fourth Middle School, he made a solemn vow and enrolled in eight remedial classes in one go.

When others were studying, he was studying; when others were having fun, he was still studying; he toiled through day and night, pushed himself to the limit, all to prove…

Finally, the day had come!

He would rule over Class Eight as the top student and, under the envious gaze of his peers, be invited by the teacher of Class One to transfer there.

Indeed, Chen Qian was already aware that some students with good grades could move from regular to advanced classes.

“Qingfeng, what did you get?” Chen Qian asked.

“125.”

Hearing this, Chen Qian smiled. Qingfeng was competent, but too young to compare with him.

He said, “Not bad; it seems like the top math score in our class belongs to me after all.”

Dong Qingfeng’s expression turned a bit odd.

Chen Qian said, “You seem a bit unhappy. Don’t tell me you’re mad. Hey, I’m in a good mood today, I’ll treat you to barbecue tonight.”

Dong Qingfeng said, “You aren’t the top scorer in math in our class.”

As the one distributing the papers, he always glanced at the others’ scores.

Shocked, Chen Qian realized Class Eight was a den of hidden dragons and crouching tigers:

“Who scored higher than me?”

Before Dong Qingfeng could respond, the math teacher on the podium said with a smile:

“In this monthly exam, our class has two students who scored full marks in math, one is Xue Yuantong, the other Jiang Ning.”

The math teacher’s voice was gentle, yet it sounded like an explosion in Chen Qian’s head:

“What was a perfect score in math again? Oh, it’s 150, twenty more points than me.”

He repeated in his mind, “Oh, twenty more points than me.”

Chen Qian felt the room spin, damn it, these school chairs are too wobbly…