Shen Weiyue ate his buns quickly.
The long-missed fragrance of the two meat buns filled him with satisfaction. He wiped his mouth, still wanting more.
The taste of rebirth was so wonderful that, standing at the entrance of Ling Shan No.1 High School and looking at the security guard he had always disliked, he actually found the man looking kind and gentle.
Shen Weiyue took a deep breath and walked into the campus.
Ling Shan No.1 High School, Director Shen has returned!
“w-h-a-t, what…”
“i-s, is…”
The sound of morning reading already echoed through the campus. The same familiar words, the same routine.
Shen Weiyue walked briskly upstairs toward Han Changming’s office, without the slightest fear of being scolded.
Han Changming was already in his early fifties. Two years ago, he had been honored as a provincial model worker, and his colleagues jokingly called him “Model Worker Han.”
Students loved giving nicknames. At first, they followed the teachers and called him “Model Worker Han.” Since he loved mock exams so much, it gradually turned into “Old Mock Han.” Somehow, perhaps because he was too strict, it eventually evolved into “Old Demon Han.”
At this moment, the “old demon” adjusted the black-framed reading glasses on his nose. His sharp gaze locked onto Shen Weiyue as he spoke calmly, “You’re here?”
“Yes. Shen Weiyue from Senior Year 3, Class 6, reporting to Teacher Han!” Shen Weiyue stepped into the office confidently.
Seeing him so spirited for once, and noticing his obedient posture as he waited to be scolded, Han Changming’s anger eased a little.
“Shen Weiyue… ‘lofty as Mount Song, towering to the heavens.’ Your parents must have had high expectations for you. They’re educated people, right?”
“No. My parents are farmers, working in Shenzhen.”
Han Changming’s eyelid twitched. Slightly embarrassed at his lack of background knowledge, he asked stiffly, “Then this name?”
“A fortune teller gave it,” Shen Weiyue answered frankly. “A distant relative who knows feng shui helped pick it.”
“Uh… never mind. Let’s not talk about your name today. Let’s talk about your recent academic performance. Your results this time dropped even more than in the first mock exam. What happened?”
“Teacher Han, I don’t know my results yet.”
“Ranked 207th in the grade. Dropped 58 places from last time.”
Han Changming threw a ranking sheet onto the desk and said with pain, “You’ve fallen this much. With this score, you can’t even get into a key university, let alone a 211 or 985. When you entered the school, you were in the top 50 in the county!”
Shen Weiyue took the sheet and glanced at it. In this internal mock exam, he scored: Chinese 132, English 124, Math 109, Physics 98, Chemistry 78, Biology 41.
Total score: 582.
His biology and math really dragged him down.
“Nothing to say, right? Even you can’t accept this result, can you?”
“The class average for math is 109, and you’re barely at the line. And your science composite—how did your biology get this bad?”
“When you chose the science track in your second year, you were ranked 47th in the grade. Now you’ve fallen beyond 200. I’m really heartbroken.”
The more Han Changming spoke, the angrier he became. He tapped the desk, furious at his wasted potential. “Have you been going to internet cafés again? You’ve been distracted in class lately, not paying attention. You even slept during evening self-study yesterday. Did you stay up all night gaming?”
“Uh, no…”
“You little brat, you can’t fool me! The owner of that Happy Internet Café is my former student. I know exactly how many students from Class 6 go there.”
Shen Weiyue instinctively looked up, momentarily speechless.
Damn, this old demon actually planted a spy and tried to trick me. Pretty sneaky.
In life, if you make a mistake, you admit it and stand straight when you’re punished.
“Teacher Han, I was wrong. I promise I won’t go again!” Shen Weiyue immediately admitted his fault.
Han Changming shook his head and sighed. “Promises are useless. What matters is action. Internet cafés are like drugs—they’re addictive. I think we should call at least one of your parents back to watch you until the college entrance exam is over.”
“No, that’s not necessary.” Shen Weiyue waved his hands quickly. “There’s no need for my parents to know. They’re already working hard enough. I don’t want them to worry more.”
“Besides, they only left after the New Year. The travel expenses would be a waste.”
“So you know your parents have it hard? Then how are you repaying them?”
“I’ll discipline myself.”
“Save it. How many times have you said that? If I weren’t responsible for an entire class, I’d supervise you personally every day.”
“Sorry to trouble you, Teacher Han. I live in the same neighborhood as Teacher Liang. I ran into her this morning, and she already agreed to tutor me in English during her free time.”
Hearing this, Han Changming raised his eyebrows and looked at him in surprise. “Teacher Liang is actually willing to tutor you privately?”
“Yes. Isn’t it normal for a teacher to tutor a student?” Shen Weiyue asked.
“Yes, it is. That’s good. Since you live in the same neighborhood, she can supervise you.”
Han Changming nodded in satisfaction, then added, “But that’s still not enough. Someone is watching you outside school, but not every teacher inside has the time to monitor you…”
“Teacher Han, I swear I’ll work hard for these last hundred days. I’ll stick strictly to school and home, and won’t do anything unrelated to studying.”
His oath had no effect. After a moment of thought, Han Changming suddenly made a decision. “Alright, you’ll sit with Zhao Qingyan. She’s the class monitor and can supervise you during class.”
“What? Is that appropriate? She’s always sat alone. There must be a reason.” Shen Weiyue looked surprised. “And putting me next to her—aren’t you worried about puppy love?”
“You?” Han Changming suddenly laughed. “Not to be harsh, but Zhao Qingyan’s family background is far beyond your reach. She wouldn’t be interested in you. I’m very confident about that.”
“…Even so, aren’t you worried I’ll affect her exam results?”
“Heh, don’t worry. You don’t have that ability.”
“In any case, I object.”
“Then I’ll call one of your parents back.”
“I don’t object anymore. I’ll follow your arrangements.”
Director Shen instantly turned into a defeated monkey.
Han Changming revealed a Buddha-like smile, waved his hand mysteriously, and said, “It’s settled. Go move your desk now, and have Qingyan come see me.”
Shen Weiyue almost rolled his eyes. Calling her so intimately.
What’s with this act? Zhao Qingyan is just Zhao Weiming’s daughter. Maybe others don’t know, but how could a reborn person not?
So what if her father is the principal? I used to be Director Shen!
He didn’t expose it. With a faint smile, he walked out of the office and headed toward Class 6.
Though he hadn’t slept last night, the fusion of his two lifetimes’ personalities and experiences felt seamless.
The eighteen-year-old Shen Weiyue absorbed and accommodated the thirty-four-year-old version of himself. Instead of becoming lifeless, he gained a hint of cheerfulness within his calmness and a touch of maturity within his youth.
It was perfect. No need to pretend to be naive, no need to act overly deep.
He was still himself—just a brand new version.
Shen Weiyue entered the classroom. Ye Lingtao leaned over with a grin and asked, “So, was it bad? Did you get scolded to death?”
“Bad. Very bad. I’ve lost my freedom.”
Shen Weiyue picked up the half-meter-tall stack of books and exercise papers from his desk and walked straight to Zhao Qingyan’s seat. Under her puzzled gaze, he slammed the books down onto the empty corner of her desk, making it shake.
The scene stunned the classmates who were still doing morning reading.
What is Yue Buqun doing?
Zhao Qingyan might be the beautiful campus belle, but her cold expression scared everyone, and she was the teachers’ favorite. You could provoke anyone—but never her.
This guy must have been scolded stupid by Old Demon Han. How desperate do you have to be to walk into your own death like this?
Sure enough, Zhao Qingyan spoke coldly, “What are you doing?”
“Don’t ask me. Teacher Han arranged it. He wants you to go see him.”
Shen Weiyue continued moving his books.
Zhao Qingyan rushed out of the classroom.