When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 115: Aiming for the Progress Award

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Aiming for the Progress Award

"What is this crap?"

Chen Jin thought he had heard wrong.

He confirmed again, "Brother Yan, you want me to deal with this pile of trash with you?"

He swore, if Boss Pei nodded, he’d flip out.

Before this life-questioning thought had fully formed, He Qingzhou’s voice came from the classroom door.

"What trash are you dealing with?"

Seeing his savior, Chen Jin quickly turned and ran back to his seat.

He gestured with his eyes to He Junshi, pointing first at Boss Pei standing in front of the pile of trash and then at his own head.

These were thoughts he could only demonstrate; he wouldn’t dare say them outright even if he had a hundred guts.

He thought that with He Qingzhou’s arrival, the truth would come out.

However...

After pondering for a while, Pei Yan turned his head and asked Chen Jin, "Do you want that set of JKM in my game?"

JKM was a limited edition Loki collector’s skin released by Woiser last January, hard to buy even with money, and it had been Chen Jin’s desire for over half a year.

Happiness came too suddenly.

Chen Jin, trembling, shuffled over, "Boss, are you really willing to give it to me?"

He had begged for a long time before, but Brother Yan would rather let it mold in the warehouse than give it to him.

"Yeah."

Pei Yan gestured with his eyes, "Clean up that pile of trash first, and I’ll see how many points I can add."

"..."

It struck like a bolt from the blue; Chen Jin’s smiling face cracked mid-way.

Even the usually quick-witted He Junshi couldn’t understand Boss Pei’s bizarre actions.

Having been away from school for seven days, he had only just returned and picked a fight with a pile of trash.

Considering the events at Jinggang Circuit that night days ago and now this weird behavior...

Was it possible Brother Yan had suffered some serious blow and developed another psychological disorder?

With that thought, the two shuddered simultaneously.

Having barely recovered from an explosive temper, it would be horrible if he developed something even scarier.

Their frail bodies couldn’t withstand such continuous torment.

But that’s a separate issue.

Chen Jin consoled himself. For that JKM skin, he, a grand universal marshal, would just go for it.

At 7:10, everyone gradually trickled into the classroom.

They were astonished to see Chen Jin voluntarily sweeping trash in the corner, and they crowded around to watch the scene.

The labor commissioner was the most horrified.

He quickly ran back to his seat, pulled out the dust-covered point tally book, and made a heavy mark under Chen Jin’s name.

As soon as he put down the pen, the book was snatched away by a large hand.

Seeing it was Boss Pei, the labor commissioner held his breath, not daring to speak.

The air stood still.

Everyone instinctively turned their gaze to the person sitting quietly.

After looking through it, Pei Yan’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, "Only 0.5 points?"

Boss Pei thought it was too little.

The labor commissioner was stunned, cautiously asking, "How many points should it be?"

"You’re asking me?"

With that chilly remark, the labor commissioner was thoroughly spooked.

Three minutes into the morning self-study, Qin Ming, as usual, leisurely entered through the classroom back door.

What he didn’t expect this time was to see the classroom not in a messy state, the trash can and broom in the corner neatly placed, no trash on the floor, and no odd smells either.

He must be seeing things.

Thinking so, Qin Ming, following routine, stepped up to the podium to say a few words before the start of morning self-study.

Out of the blue, he saw that the blackboard eraser was cleaner than his face and burst into laughter on the spot.

The students naturally understood what Mr. Qin was laughing at.

The labor committee member cleared his throat and volunteered, "Teacher Qin, today Pei Yan and Chen Jin were on duty for class and sanitation respectively, and I have already recorded that on the score sheet."

For others, Qin Ming wouldn’t have been surprised.

But hearing these two names, especially the first one, he almost thought he was still dreaming.

As a role model, he couldn’t be too extravagant.

He forced himself to remain calm, gave a perfunctory response, and said nothing further.

Qin Ming subconsciously believed that this must be another bizarre act instigated by the mischievous ancestor.

No matter.

As long as nobody ended up in the hospital again, it wouldn’t even matter if they tore down the Qinyuan Building.

The early morning self-study period passed without incident.

When the bell rang for the end of class, Pei Yan followed Qin Ming to the office.

Without any small talk, he got straight to the point and asked the class teacher, "I want to win the Most Improved Award at the start of next semester. Show me a clear path."

Qin Ming, who was just about to drink water from his thermos, was so startled by this remark that he accidentally spilled water all over the table.

He took a few breaths and quickly adjusted his emotions.

Seeing that Pei Yan was serious and not joking,

He wondered, "Why does this ancestor suddenly want the Most Improved Award when he used to scorn such things?"

Irresponsibly speaking, as the class teacher, he felt no pride in his heart.

All he felt was immense shock and confusion.

But then he thought, could this be the result of being suspended for a week for home education?

Haha.

Chairman Pei sure had a way of educating people.

The effect was notable.

Qin Ming numbly comforted himself.

After all, he was a student from his own class and he always had a soft spot for him regardless of his ability.

If the Little Demon King voluntarily wanted to reform, even if the success rate was zero, giving some tips as a lip service was no harm done.

In just a few dozen seconds, Qin Ming’s myriad thoughts settled back, and he gradually came to terms.

He cleared his throat and seriously told Pei Yan, "Actually, the most direct and effective method is to raise your ranking in exam results. For every spot you climb, you earn one point. When you accumulate a hundred points, the Most Improved Award is yours to take."

But for Pei Yan, this was undoubtedly harder than sweeping the streets every day.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Qin Ming’s words, the young man did not seem troubled.

He remained expressionless and silently for a moment before flatly responding, "Understood."

Qin Ming nodded, "Right, if you need any help academically, you can always come to me."

He said this, but he didn’t actually believe that a troublemaker would truly turn his life around.

If Pei Yan really did win the Most Improved Award next semester, Qin Ming would probably wake himself up laughing.

Educating the most thorny student of Yunzhong into a success would make his lifetime memorable.

In the following days, Class Two practically went insane.

Previously, the class monitor was the first to enter the classroom, but now, it was Boss Pei.

Previously, the study committee member always missed four assignments while collecting homework, but now, only three were missing.

Previously, the classroom discipline was terribly poor, but now, anyone daring to make trouble would be taken by Boss Pei to the bathroom for a ’fix.’

Such events happened daily, some even insignificantly minor and not worth mentioning, but they indeed occurred very frequently.

Gradually, Qin Ming sensed something was off.

All the subject teachers felt the same.

What exactly was the problem?

Qin Ming leaned back in the office chair, sighing for the umpteenth time, utterly baffled. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Class Two spent the end of November evolving in this overwhelming manner.

With the arrival of December, the citywide physics competition countdown was only two days away.