I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 183 - 179: A Good Exam Result

Chapter 183: Chapter 179: A Good Exam Result

Even after the final exams are over, the high school sophomores still have to attend regular classes for another month, as they don’t deserve a two-month-long summer vacation.

This has been the case for years, and teachers are well accustomed to it, so the students are of course forced to get used to it too.

Old Wu’s comforting words for the soul are always the same - "What you learn is for your own good. The knowledge in your brain can’t be stolen by anyone."

Two days before the final exam results were released, Song Shize was basking in an unprecedented triumph.

Even Ma Qingsheng, who didn’t have the best eyesight, could see how pleased Song Shize was.

Ma Qingsheng has always had a latent talent for gossip. He sidles up to Song Shize with a smile and asks him, "Brother Ze, what’s the good news that’s got you so happy?"

Could it be that he finally got dumped by Sister Ruan as he wished?

But to Ma Qingsheng’s surprise, Brother Ze glanced at him and his expression changed in a split second.

Song Shize straightened his face and said, "Happy? What am I supposed to be happy about?"

Your grin is so wide, people can see your gums, and you’re still saying you’re not happy?

"I must have seen it wrong, my apologies, Brother Ze," Ma Qingsheng backed off, immediately shrinking his head and turning away, not daring to let out a peep.

Song Shize didn’t bother with him, continuing to lean back on his desk, humming a tune cheerfully though out of tune.

With such a good mood, there must be some delightful news.

Ma Qingsheng wasn’t giving up. He noticed that Wu Zixian, Song Shize’s desk mate, was still writing nonchalantly, completely uninterested in why Brother Ze was so cheerful. Ma Qingsheng was convinced Wu Zixian must know something.

Taking advantage of the teacher’s absence, Ma Qingsheng leaned over and whispered, "Do you know why Brother Ze is so joyful?"

Wu Zixian didn’t react.

Ma Qingsheng tapped on the arm that was writing, "Hey, hey, hey, I’m talking to you."

Looking puzzled, Wu Zixian glanced over, removed the earplugs from his ears, and finally said, "What’s up?"

Ma Qingsheng: "...When did you get earplugs?"

That’s off-topic... Without waiting for Wu Zixian to respond, Ma Qingsheng frantically gestured towards the back and whispered, "Brother Ze is in an exceptionally good mood today, did you notice?"

"I didn’t notice," Wu Zixian shook the earplugs in his hand, "but I heard it."

Everyone amongst their close-knit bunch knows, whenever Brother Ze is happy, he likes to hum songs. That wouldn’t be an issue if not for the fact that his humming is terribly off-key.

It’s a downright auditory scourge to the vicinity.

Ma Qingsheng rubbed his hands together, "Do you know why he’s so happy?"

Wu Zixian didn’t know, but he was smart enough to have a pretty good guess.

He held up two fingers, "There are only two things that can put Brother Ze in such a good mood. The first is doing well in the final exam; the second is that the transfer student from class two got beaten up by Brother An and Brother Mo again."

"It must be because Liang Fan got beaten up," Ma Qingsheng didn’t hesitate: "To count on Brother Ze doing well on the exam, I might as well count on myself."

Song Shize’s exam rankings were mostly worse than his; the two of them were about neck and neck.

Wu Zixian’s lips twitched, but before he could speak, Ma Qingsheng had already turned his head, eagerly courting disaster yet again.

He asked Song Shize enthusiastically, "Brother Ze, when did you hear that Liang Fan got beaten up again..."

Wu Zixian hastily started stuffing his earplugs back in, and though he’d plugged them in well, he could still hear Song Shize’s roar—

"Don’t mention that bastard in front of me!"

Alright! It looks like the feud has definitely escalated.

The incident where Liang Fan got beaten up, due to involving early romance and school violence, was ordered by the head of student affairs to be kept a secret, only known to a few individuals, and absolutely not to be widely known.

The people involved all agreed nicely to it, but that didn’t stop the rumors from spreading privately.

Blame could only be pointed at the head of student affairs, who overestimated the girls’ ability to keep a secret; after all, the ’plastic friends’ Ruan Ruan found are all top-notch gossips. Any one of them, if pulled out to ancient times, could have been a storyteller.

Asking them to keep a secret was harder than ascending to the heavens.

In reality, those girls didn’t really publicize it broadly, it was just—

Girl A told her bestie: "XX, I have something to tell you, you mustn’t tell anyone else, blah blah blah..."

XX nodded furiously, then turned to her good friend and said: "XXX, I have something to tell you, you absolutely must not tell anyone else, blah blah blah..."

XXX also fervently promised not to tell anyone else, and then turned to another bestie...

The situation went on in an endless loop, and before long, almost half the school was aware of it.

However, Song Shize had absolutely no interest in this matter; now, as long as someone mentions Liang Fan’s name in front of him, he starts to react physiologically with aversion, specifically in the form of nausea, feeling disgusted.

After all, in Song Shize’s eyes, Liang Fan was just a snitching bastard, someone he utterly looked down upon.

As men, fights should just be fights, being strong enough to handle them is the way to go; what sort of skill is it to tattle to your parents and family?

Tattling is something even a three-year-old wouldn’t do nowadays.

It would be strange for Song Shize to respect him.

Ma Qingsheng returned to his seat with a baffled expression, and only after a long while did he come to his senses, saying to Wu Zixian: "I was wrong, it’s not because of Liang... that bastard."

Wu Zixian looked at Ma Qingsheng with sympathy: "..."

How should I tell you that I’ve pretty much guessed it already?

"That’s odd..." Ma Qingsheng muttered to himself, "Could it be that Brother Ze is really happy because he did well on the exam this time?"

He shook his head, unable to convince himself with a hundred reasons.

In the afternoon, the final exam papers gradually made their way down, but the specific grades and rankings would not be announced until the following morning.

Song Shize held his math paper with a score of 54 in his hand and wanted to laugh uproariously at the sky; he slapped the paper on the desk with a bang that echoed loudly.

Several people in front turned back to look and saw Second Generation Son Song, all smug and self-satisfied. His attitude was even more arrogant than the first ranker in their class, as if he was looking at people through his nostrils.

The classmates couldn’t help but wonder: Did the Second Generation Son Song actually score well this time?

Ma Qingsheng crumpled his 18-point paper and stuffed it into the desk cubby, then turned his head to look at Song Shize’s score with full envy.

He didn’t hide his envy: "Brother Ze, how did you score so well this time?"

Song Shize raised his eyebrows a couple of times, saying proudly: "This is talent, you know? You should learn a thing or two from me."

Ma Qingsheng nodded furiously: "Brother Ze, stop holding out on me, this kind of good method you must teach me more."

Song Shize, with a face full of arrogance: "Teaching you is not impossible, but you know, I have this unique talent..."

Knowing there would be another round of boasting coming up, Wu Zixian helplessly reached into the desk cubby to grab earplugs. He really didn’t understand what Brother Ze had to be proud of—after all, he scored 61 points, didn’t he? Was he being arrogant?