Chapter 35: The Eccentric Class

Shen Qing felt a sharp pain between her brows and rubbed her temples. “What’s gotten into you? Class is starting.”

“Alright!” The voices rose in unison, followed by the sound of papers rustling.

With Yao Panpan, the loudmouth, around, Shen Qing was elevated in the eyes of Class Three to near-mythical status, becoming the top boss of First High!

She was the one who had beaten Wang Minghui so badly that he called her “Dad”—a legend, considering many students at First High had once paid protection fees to Wang Minghui.

“Is this how you became famous?” Shen Qing sat down and noticed a pile of snacks on her desk.

Nie Huan nodded, her usually cold face softening at the mention of Class Three. “They’re good people, even if a bit childish.”

The nearby group of adolescent boys who overheard: …

For the next two periods, Shen Qing miraculously didn’t sleep. When it was time for the weekly exercises, Chu Yu dutifully took Nie Huan’s test paper to write on, as for Shen Qing…

“Hey! Nobody fight me for it!” The chubby boy stuffed Shen Qing’s test paper into his arms.

Yao Panpan slapped his hand. “Give it here! If you keep babbling, I’ll smack you!”

“Class president, you’re too domineering! You won’t give us a chance to shine!” protested a boy Shen Qing had helped before, looking aggrieved.

“Yeah, you’re too bossy,” the chubby boy agreed, hands on his hips.

“I don’t care. I’m a girl and the class president. Whoever fights me, I’ll write down their name.”

Yao Panpan laid down her rules. The others exchanged looks, and the chubby boy reluctantly handed over the test paper.

Yao Panpan hugged the paper, her smile broad, but suddenly remembered something and became serious.

“Sister Qing, I owe you an apology.”

“Hm?” Shen Qing raised an eyebrow. What was this girl up to now?

“Last week, I wrote down your name a bunch of times—look, I used this pen for it.” Yao Panpan produced a pink gel pen.

“So?” Was she planning to throw away the pen?

Yao Panpan grinned sheepishly. “So I decided to throw away the ink refill. I like the pen shell.”

“…“

Quickly, Yao Panpan pulled out the pen refill—in front of everyone—and tossed the almost-empty cartridge away.

“Whoa! You’re so stingy!” The chubby boy was dumbfounded by her move.

“Hmph!” Yao Panpan waved Shen Qing’s test paper in front of them, then flashed a sweet smile at Shen Qing and left, perfectly content.

“They really are childish,” Shen Qing murmured, leaning against Nie Huan. Having stayed awake all day, fatigue was creeping in.

Nie Huan smiled and fished a lollipop from her drawer. “Try this, it’s a new flavor.”

Shen Qing glanced at it—it was a foreign brand. She tore off the wrapper and popped it right into Nie Huan’s mouth.

“Hm?” Nie Huan instinctively licked it.

“It’s for you. I don’t want it.” Shen Qing nuzzled Nie Huan’s right shoulder, found a comfortable spot, and closed her eyes.

Taking advantage of the break when the weekly exercises were being handed out, Liu Yichen came over to Class Three to watch the fun.

He entered and immediately saw Shen Qing and Nie Huan leaning together in an extremely intimate manner.

“Whoa! Are you forcing Sister Qing into something improper?”

Even with a broken hand, Nie Huan wouldn’t let go!

“What are you saying?” The chubby boy walked over, belly sticking out.

“Sister Qing and Sister Huan are just loving friends. If you’ve got nothing to say, scram.”

“Hey! I came to check on you all out of kindness, look!” Liu Yichen produced a bag of snacks.

“Wow, how generous!” The chubby boy snatched it up without hesitation and immediately started passing it out to his fellow sufferers.

**

In the span of a single afternoon, Shen Qing’s exploits spread throughout First High. With the internet amplifying the story, all the major high schools in Fancheng knew about it—especially No. 8 High, where Shen Qing was practically idolized.

On First High’s forum, there was an interview post. According to eyewitness Liu Yichen: “I was terrified. I was doing my homework when the whole building started shaking. Sister Qing is awesome!”

**

The Chinese class monitor handed out the test papers, and everyone buried their heads to write.

Ruan Yingying put away her phone, her expression sour.

“What’s wrong?” Yu Min’er folded her paper and noticed Ruan Yingying’s mood.

“These people at school are so boring. They’ve made a troublemaker into a legend, calling her some First High big shot.”

“You’ve been reading posts again?”

“Yeah. Min’er, tell me—what can a girl who got in through connections and fights do in the future?”

“Besides working odd jobs, what else? Come on, finish your paper. And stop badmouthing Shen Qing. I actually know her.”

“Alright, you’re just too easygoing.”