Chapter 39: A Competition in Year Three

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The girl walked to her seat and saw that her desk drawer was stuffed so full with pink love letters that some of them had spilled onto the floor.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

She frowned.

Coldness flashed in her bright, dark eyes.

Lu Yang could tell that Gu Mang was about to explode in rage and said voluntarily, “They must have been stuffed in the drawer during last evening’s second self study period.

Gu Mang said nothing. She walked to the back of the class, grabbed the wastebasket, and threw every single letter in.

The wastebasket was completely filled up.

She was about to take out the trash when Lu Yang snatched the wastebasket from her hand. “Sister Mang, go take a seat. I’ll throw it out for you.”

Gu Mang’s brows were raised as she watched Lu Yang slip out and run off with the wastebasket in hand.

Little Fatty’s jaw dropped. Brother Yang seemed to have changed.

He was once the self-proclaimed troublemaker of the school! Yet he was throwing out trash voluntarily!

Xi Yan had come to class to check on their morning reading and saw the head of Class Twenty go throw out the trash. Her eyes widened in astonishment.

Her glanced at the contents of the wastebasket which seemed to be love letters inside.

She didn’t need to think to know whom they were addressed to.

Had the title of “school troublemaker” changed hands in Class Twenty?

Gu Mang was holding her thick and heavy flip phone. It was the same size as a smartphone but it had an old-school flip-top and had more functions than a computer.

It was a Shadow League-issued phone.

The girl’s pretty fingers entered a continuous stream of code.

After that, she put her phone away, cupped her chin with a hand languidly, and used the other hand to flip her Chinese book open.

Just then, the class stirred with agitation.

“What the h*ll, the post about Gu Mang has disappeared!”

“I just asked the vice-forum moderator about it and he said that he didn’t delete it. Neither the Student Union nor the school have done anything either. How did it disappear?”

“There’s no screenshot or download function for our school forum. All the pictures from the school forum are gone for good!”

A wicked smile played on Gu Mang’s lips.

Even though the post had been deleted, everyone already knew what they needed to know about her.

Gu Mang had not been in school for 24 hours yet, but she had already become the most popular person in school.

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Gu Mang had not been at school for even a week but Gu Yin’s popularity had fallen because everyone was curious about Gu Mang.

She did her work absent-mindedly and grasped her pen very tightly.

The bell rang for class. First period was the form teacher’s lesson.

Luo Songhua threw her lesson plan onto the lectern with a slam, causing a puff of chalk dust to fly into the air. The students sitting in the first row were covered with dust, but did not dare to brush it off.

Luo Songhua glared at the entire class coldly. “Do you not have enough homework? Or have I not given you enough test papers that you’re so bored that half of you have time to run off to Class Twenty after class?”

The students’ silence was deafening.

“You Year Threes will be having your first monthly examinations this weekend. You’ll thoroughly embarrass me if your results are surpassed by Class Two’s. Don’t you know the saying, ‘A rotten interior beneath a fine exterior’?

Understanding who Luo Songhua was talking about, many of the boys looked up.

Luo Songhua scoffed. “Is someone who has always gotten zeroes on her examinations since she was little worth knowing? Yet she’s the school beauty? She’s more like a joke! I think all of you need to fix your eyes!”

The boys were stunned.

Gu Mang had such a shady history?

However, their form teacher did speak too harshly. Even though Gu Mang was not good at studies, she was at least pretty. Their teacher didn’t have to condemn everything about her.

Luo Songhua slammed the table forcefully once more. “Listen up. This first monthly examination is a competition within the Year Three cohort. No matter what, the top student has to come from this class! From today onwards, you will complete an additional paper on top of what is already given for every single subject. The evening self-study will be extended by an hour and you will suffer if you don’t get first place! If you ever get tired, go run up to the fifth floor to wake up!”

With this threat, no one dared to go to Class Twenty after class. Gu Yin smirked and worked with peace of mind.