Unlike other rebirth cases, Shen Weiyue didn’t feel any urgent need to start making money right away.
First, he simply didn’t have any capital. His parents gave him 400 yuan a month for living expenses, leaving him with no savings to use as startup funds.
Second, the most important thing right now was the college entrance exam. Everything revolved around it—nothing else mattered until this was settled.
Besides, with only half a day off each week, even if he wanted to do something, he couldn’t.
Shen Weiyue owned a Lenovo i908 phone. He had bought it during the Spring Festival from a pawn shop near the school for just over 200 yuan, which had basically wiped out his savings.
That evening, he first hand-washed his clothes, then answered a call from his parents on the landline. They chatted briefly about his situation, and he reassured them not to worry.
Rural parents communicated simply—asking about grades, whether he had enough living expenses, reminding him to wear more clothes, and so on.
Shen Weiyue said everything was fine. For people from the village, the cost of failure was too high—reporting good news and hiding bad was a basic survival skill.
He truly had to thank Bai Youyou, that kind older sister. If she hadn’t somehow sponsored him back in middle school, he might already have dropped out to work.
Back then, he had assumed “Youyou” was a middle-aged person in her forties or fifties. Who would have thought that when she first sponsored him, she was only a high school girl in her teens?
The economy in Jiangnan really was developed. A high school girl’s pocket money could support a child’s education in a remote mountainous area. It seemed that if one wanted to prosper, going to the coastal regions was the way.
Of course, Bai Youyou actually came from a well-off family—she was something of a fair-skinned, rich beauty.
The problem was that in those early years, girls like that were prone to love-brained decisions, which later led to her misfortune.
Looking at the fair-skinned rich beauties ten years later—if you weren’t of equal status, you couldn’t even enter their social circles, let alone expect to marry them.
Forget it. No chance at all.
…
The ringtone of his phone sounded in the early morning.
Shen Weiyue changed into a set of clothes that had been washed so often they had faded, yet remained very clean, and left the house on time as usual.
He ran into Teacher Liang again, and as they grew more familiar, he made good use of their short walk together to discuss his English tutoring.
By the time he arrived in the classroom right on schedule, more classmates were greeting him.
“Master Yue, your basketball skills are amazing. You’ve been hiding them well!”
“Yeah, why didn’t you play with us before? Were you also trying to act cold like a campus belle?”
“Nonsense,” Shen Weiyue said with a smile. “Think about it—if I had shown my skills earlier, how would you guys have shown off on the court?”
“Huh, that actually makes sense. You’ve got some bite to you. With you around, we really wouldn’t stand out. You’re such a great guy.”
“In these last hundred days, I’m going to unify the Five Mountains and become the leader of the martial world. Next PE class, I’ll show you my real strength.”
Shen Weiyue smiled as he walked to his seat. Seeing Zhao Qingyan sniff lightly, he said casually, “Washed with Liby detergent. No sweat smell.”
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Shen Weiyue sat down and began morning self-study. After memorizing vocabulary for a while, he switched to reviewing the essay corrections Teacher Liang had given him.
The paper had been returned with neat red annotations, the handwriting elegant and flowing—like her hair dancing in a gentle breeze.
Zhao Qingyan grew curious when she noticed he stopped memorizing words so quickly. Suspecting he was slacking off, she checked—and immediately saw the paper.
So this Shen donkey actually had Teacher Liang giving him special tutoring?
She recognized the handwriting at once. It was clearly from Liang Yuting—the dream of countless young male teachers in the school.
“Yue Buqun, Teacher Liang is actually tutoring you?”
Shen Weiyue acted as if he hadn’t heard. He had earned this opportunity through his own effort—why should he explain it to her?
His silence only made Zhao Qingyan more curious.
Liang Yuting was always very measured at school. As a standout among the female teachers, she never spent time alone with male students, and usually answered questions only in the classroom.
Zhao Qingyan was certain she hadn’t seen Shen Weiyue submit any essays in class these past two days. And the English teacher hadn’t been on duty during the previous evening self-study, so he hadn’t had a chance to go to the office either.
Something was definitely off.
“Hey, why aren’t you saying anything?”
“w-h-a-t, what… what…”
“Shen Weiyue?”
“i-s, is, is, is…”
“…”
Director Shen shut out everything around him, focusing solely on his studies.
Zhao Qingyan realized he was deliberately ignoring her and felt slightly annoyed. Fine, if he didn’t want to talk, she didn’t care either.
“You crossed the line. That’s a violation. I’m recording it.”
She added another entry to her notebook. Shen Weiyue was stunned. “My elbow is completely on my side. How is that crossing the line?”
“Your arm hair crossed the line.”
Shen Weiyue widened his eyes and looked closely. Not even a 0.001-millimeter-thick strand of hair escaped her notice. Do you come with an eight-times zoom built in or what?
“You can’t even tolerate a single hair? You didn’t specify that when setting the rules…”
“I made the rules. I have the final say in interpreting them.”
Zhao Qingyan snorted coldly and gestured for him to move his elbow further to his side.
Anger surged in Shen Weiyue’s chest. He took out a lighter and was about to burn off the offending hair. Zhao Buqun frowned immediately. “You actually carry a lighter? Are you secretly smoking too? That’s another violation!”
“Who’s smoking? It’s for lighting mosquito coils. Is that not allowed?”
“It’s early March—where would mosquitoes come from? If you’re going to lie, at least learn some basic biology. No wonder you’re so bad at it.”
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Shen Weiyue looked at her seriously. “I suggest that if you don’t know how to talk, you should just keep your mouth shut. What a pity—you’re ruined by having a mouth.”
“You brought a lighter into the classroom and won’t let me say anything? It must be for smoking. I’m reporting this to Teacher Han…”
“Come on, smell it. Smell and see if there’s any smoke odor in my mouth.”
Too lazy to explain, Shen Weiyue simply leaned his head closer toward her face.
Zhao Qingyan froze. What was this Shen donkey trying to do?
“Get away. It stinks.”
“Yes, yes, you smell nice, your breath is fragrant, you’re a little fairy… I didn’t expect a top student to have such poor imagination. Just because a boy carries a lighter, he must be smoking? Can’t he be an arsonist?”
“Who are you going to burn?”
“Burn pens.”
“What?”
“Burn pens. I said I’m going to burn pens. Is that not allowed?”
Shen Weiyue picked up a 2B pencil, spun it around his fingers, and flicked the lighter.
Zhao Qingyan glared at him and shouted angrily, “Shen Weiyue, don’t mess around. If you burn pens, you’re not a good person.”
At first, Shen Weiyue was smiling, but suddenly his expression froze. Something felt off.
Burning pens makes you not a good person?
What kind of insult is that?
Before he could respond, the classroom suddenly fell silent. Several boys looked over with strange expressions, and Ye Lingtao was even wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Master Yue, what are you talking about? Burning pens? High school students shouldn’t be doing anything inappropriate.”
“Oh my, how can you say such embarrassing things? I’m still innocent—I can’t listen to this.”
“Class monitor, you’re so aloof, yet you know about this kind of thing…”
The class burst into laughter. Zhao Qingyan didn’t understand what they meant, but she knew it couldn’t be anything good. She angrily explained, “Shen Weiyue brought a lighter to class and said he was going to start a fire.”
“Wow, Master Yue, you’re going to set a fire in the classroom? If you burn us all, does that mean we won’t have to take the college entrance exam?”
“Get lost. Don’t listen to her nonsense.”
“I’m not talking nonsense. You said it yourself—you want to be an arsonist.”
“What if I mean an arsonist of hearts?”
That single line from Director Shen stunned everyone into silence.