Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 289 - 51_3

Chapter 289: Chapter 51_3

Students from other classes seem to treat this place as a standard route for their break-time walks, even though class 13 of Senior Year Three is right in the middle and not on the way to the bathroom.

The teachers are even more exaggerated; they prefer to take a detour before and after class just to walk by here, then pause by the window or at the door, giving a benevolent, caring smile as if they needed to water the orchids they planted several times a day.

Because of this reason, the frequency of visits from the head of teaching and the principal has significantly increased. They don’t differentiate between class breaks, so now students in the class no longer dare to read martial arts novels or whisper during class.

Occasionally, a horrifying face would appear outside the window, which has now turned into facing a bleak life directly.

Li Zhiyuan genuinely likes the last row of this column, by the door with more space and no trash can, which is at the back of the row on the inside.

From a Feng Shui perspective, sitting here to observe the world is the classic position of a hidden dragon in the abyss.

Then there are the spots on either side of the teacher’s desk, known as the Left and Right Protectors.

Previously, Tan Wenbin was the Right Protector.

But being the Right Protector with his back to the classroom door is not good; it is easy to get startled and become dangerously pale.

The best position is the Left Protector, whose front is shielded by the lecturer’s desk, metaphorically supporting the emperor’s will and surrounded by the hearts of the people, hidden yet prominent in society.

Still, due to the large number of students, more than seventy in a class, there weren’t so many students back when he was in school, and adjustments were made each semester, some students couldn’t keep up, others fell ill.

The early morning study bell rang, and the English class ended.

Here in high school, there are four periods in the morning and four in the afternoon.

But the early study can be divided into two half-hour sessions, one hour for the noon study, and four one-hour sessions for evening study.

On the timetable, study periods are marked with subjects, and the school requires teachers to be present as if it were a regular class.

Such an intense schedule startled Li Zhiyuan; if they had followed this timetable before, setting aside whether he and his classmates could handle it, the professors would certainly collapse from exhaustion first.

During the break, the students began to quickly gather their stationery.

Li Zhiyuan curiously asked, "Brother Binbin, what’s happening?"

"Today’s the monthly test, didn’t you know?" Tan Wenbin was also packing up his stationery, but after glancing at the book in Li Zhiyuan’s hand, he paused, "It’s normal for you not to know."

A month after school started, it was time for the first monthly examination.

To prevent cheating, juniors and seniors were mixed for the exam, and students were assigned to different classrooms according to their exam numbers.

In reality, it’s meaningless for seniors to still cheat; it’s purely self-deceptive, but reality often defies human nature because there really are quite a few seniors willing to cheat on the third mock test.

At this moment, the homeroom teacher, Sun Qing, came in and asked, "Xiao Yuan, are you taking the monthly test, or do you want to sit in my office?"

"Let’s take the test, but could you give me all the subject papers during the first one?"

"Sure, no problem, I’ll get them for you."

Li Zhiyuan knew what the school wanted from him, helping others to help himself, and participating in such large-scale exams was still necessary.

First, to ensure teachers remain as warm as a breeze even when he continues not attending lectures and not doing homework, and second, to help Brother Binbin get a sense of the questions to help him set them up.

He wasn’t really good at teaching someone else how to study, so he was learning himself.

Li Zhiyuan stood up and went to the wall in front to check his exam number.

"Bro, when you come back, your exam number will be in its original place."

"Oh."

Li Zhiyuan sat back down.

Tan Wenbin went to the first seat in the column on the left.

Previously, Tan Wenbin had read a sentence in a magazine, "Unless you are handsome enough, you can never experience how proactive girls can be."

Now he wanted to add: It turns out that if your grades are good enough, the school can also drop all pretense.

The first subject to test was math, and the proctor was their class math teacher, Mr. Yan.

After distributing the papers, Mr. Yan also placed the other subject papers on Li Zhiyuan’s desk, patting his shoulder lightly with a smile,

"You can try the math, and pick whichever subjects you want to do for the others."

"Okay."

Then, Mr. Yan placed his teacup on the boy’s desk, "A new cup, freshly brewed tea."

"Thank you, teacher."

A sophomore boy assigned to this examination room watched this scene in horror.

During the exam, watching the boy next door swiftly start writing the answers, his mentality began to explode.

Isn’t this way faster than copying even if the answers were laid out right in front of you?

Li Zhiyuan quickly finished the math paper and started on the physics paper.

Mr. Yan came down, picked up the math paper, and took out a red pen, starting to correct it right away.

He was satisfied, feeling that the boy hadn’t become arrogant due to good grades and was still modest in pursuing progress.

Look, this time he didn’t use any beyond-the-syllabus methods for the big questions, and he wrote a big "Solve" before each problem-solving question.

When he got to the Chinese test at last, Li Zhiyuan paused for a moment.

Because the theme of the essay question was: motherly love.

But it was only a momentary pause, and Li Zhiyuan again wrote a standard essay on motherly love, in which Li Lan was portrayed as an unbelievably kind and great figure, an excellent role model for him.

The only thing he couldn’t do was the English listening part, so he decided not to do it.

Li Zhiyuan checked the names on the test papers, got up, and handed all the papers to Mr. Yan.

"Are your hands sore?"

"A bit."

"See, I told you not to write so much," Mr. Yan reprimanded, "Why don’t you go to my office and rest, maybe take a nap?"

"I’ll go to the principal’s office."

"That’s right, it’s quieter there. Remember to come to the small classroom during the noon study to discuss the questions."