Chapter 66: The Grim Reaper Urges Relentlessly

The despised Chu Yu shut his mouth and turned back slowly.

[Death Chaser: First urge!]
[Death Chaser: Second urge!]
[Death Chaser: Third urge!]

Nie Huan lay over the desk, typing with her right hand.

[No Such Person: It's not her, urging won't help.]
[Death Chaser: Damn! Then who are you?]

Nie Huan's hand paused, then finally sent two words: Nie Huan.

**

Shen Qing strolled leisurely into the office, where quite a few students had gathered—the class representatives from every group were present.

The representatives from Class Three saw Shen Qing enter and smiled at her; she nodded slightly in return.

"Shen Qing," Xie Mingming greeted her as she walked in, his face drooping like a flat pancake.

"Mm," Shen Qing stood straight beside Xie Mingming's desk.

"Hey! Next time, just pick C for every answer on your test." He, once so innocent, had thought Shen Qing’s grades might improve just a little.

Unexpectedly, after one exam, her total score was only five points...

Oh, and those five points were from a wrong answer; now her score was zero.

"Just scribble something for the essay—there’s twenty-five points. Take the other questions seriously, fifty for Chinese, guess ten for Math, pick C for all English and you’ll get thirty, ten for Science—that’s a hundred, so simple!"

Shen Qing looked at Xie Mingming and nodded seriously.

"Next time, I can."

"Mr. Xie really has a unique conversation with the top student in the whole school," Teacher Cao remarked, looking over with mockery in his eyes.

Xie Mingming ignored him, smiling at Shen Qing, "Alright, just remember what I said today. You can go."

"Mm," Shen Qing turned to leave, but that annoying voice sounded again.

"Even a pig could write and wouldn’t score zero. Honestly, she’s worse than a pig."

Some students in the office couldn’t help but laugh at Teacher Cao’s words.

Shen Qing glanced back, coldly sweeping her eyes across them. The few who laughed turned pale, and dared not speak again.

"Teacher Cao!" Xie Mingming stood up, defending Shen Qing.

"I was just saying," Cao replied, glaring at him provocatively.

"Old Xie," Shen Qing looked at Cao and said, "Don’t let someone with one foot in the grave be angered into a stroke."

For a moment, everyone in the office glanced at the half-dead Teacher Cao...

"Shen Qing, do you know what it means to respect your teachers?" Teacher Cao’s face darkened, his voice breaking with rage.

"Teacher Cao, Shen Qing was just making a casual remark, not targeting anyone," Xie Mingming gave Shen Qing a look, signaling her to leave.

Shen Qing gave Cao an indifferent glance, slipped one hand into her pocket, and strolled out of the office.

"Xie Mingming!"

"Eh, what is it, Teacher Cao?" Xie Mingming looked at him with a smile, "Anger isn’t good for your health."

Cao glared at Xie Mingming and turned away.

**

The news that Shen Qing had scored zero spread quickly, and when she returned to her class, everyone looked at her strangely.

"Sister Qing..." Little Fatty and a few classmates surrounded her, hesitant to speak.

Shen Qing raised her brows, "What is it?"

"Well... um..." Yao Panpan joined in, stumbling over her words.

Shen Qing glanced at the two, her refined features full of impatience, "Speak."

Yao Panpan looked at Nie Huan, who stood beside Shen Qing, and spoke pitifully, "Sister Huan..."

"They pooled money to get you into a tutoring class."

Everyone nodded; it was a unanimous decision.

"You guys have more money than sense?"

The group froze; Little Fatty was the first to react, "Sister Qing, if you’re worried about us spending money, we can take turns tutoring you?"

The others nodded in agreement.

Though their grades weren’t much better, only four or five hundred points higher than Shen Qing.

Shen Qing lifted her brows, "No need."

Yao Panpan grew anxious. Xie Mingming had asked her to help persuade Shen Qing, suggesting she could get into college through the special talent track, but Shen Qing couldn’t even score two hundred, which was truly frustrating.

"I’ll help her study. You all go back to your seats," Nie Huan said suddenly.

Everyone exchanged glances and sighed in relief.

If they really had to tutor Shen Qing themselves, they might not survive it.

Yao Panpan waved her hand, and the classmates who had gathered dispersed.

Shen Qing tilted her head, leaning against Nie Huan, tapping her phone absentmindedly.

Several unread messages on WeChat—all from one person. Shen Qing glanced at them and asked softly, "Not chatting anymore?"

Nie Huan’s body trembled slightly, lips tugging, "Mm, let’s leave it at that."

"Mm," Shen Qing replied calmly, then answered Death Chaser’s message.

[No Such Person: She’s doing well.]