Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 155 I Can’t Teach Her

Chapter 155: Chapter 155 I Can’t Teach Her

Zhao Min was livid; the people of Class 7 really had foul mouths, saying anything they pleased.

"What does ’a crooked beam leads to a crooked column’ even mean?!"

They were numerous, and arguing further wouldn’t have fetched her any advantage; so she stormed off, leaving behind a harsh comment.

Seeing her leave, Class 7 students crowded around Yun Yue.

"Boss, you’re back."

"Boss, where have you been playing around?"

They were curious; Boss seemed to take leaves often, and now, with studies so intense, Old Xiao had actually approved her leave.

Rong Li sneaked a peek at Yun Yue; she often browsed Weibo, and these past few days, the trending searches were dominated by a star named Ruan Yingtong.

In one of the photos, she spotted the Boss’s figure; considering Lou Ting was the one they met in the office last time, she was more convinced that the person was indeed the Boss.

So, she must have gone to Beijing these last few days.

Yun Yue was dressed in a First Middle School jacket, with a black T-shirt underneath; the zipper of her jacket was pulled up to her chest, revealing her porcelain-white swan neck.

She sauntered with her hands in her pockets, swaggering and ruffian-like, glancing at them with half-closed eyelids, disinterested, and kept walking.

Seeing she didn’t want to answer, they didn’t dare to ask further and followed behind her, talking and laughing.

When they reached the classroom, Yun Yue noticed the person beside her was actually studying, even using the break and lunchtime to hit the books.

She raised her eyebrows. Had he been stimulated these past days?

During evening self-study, she propped her chin in her left hand, lazily sprawled over the desk, reading a book, when Zhang Ziyue tapped her.

She held a maths paper, her delicate eyebrows and eyes smiling, "Yun Yue, can you tell me how to do this problem?"

She had thought about it for two days and still couldn’t figure it out, so she set it aside, waiting to ask her when she returned.

Yun Yue arched an eyebrow; her slender, white fingers pulled the exam paper from her hands, glanced at the question, and started to write.

Gu Yue was struggling with frustration over how to handle a problem on his own paper when he caught sight of her right hand crafting lines of bold, vigorous, elegant, and flamboyant characters.

He couldn’t solve that problem either, and no one in the class did, including Lin Xuanze. There were also the final questions in physics and chemistry that were tough.

The papers had gotten increasingly difficult these days; he had heard they were the concluding questions devised by the Top Ten Schools, anticipating exam formats. Each concluding question on the papers was worth 15-20 points—if he couldn’t solve them, he might as well not go home.

So, he had spent his break and lunchtimes studying these last two days.

But those concluding questions were genuinely difficult; even racking his brain, he could only manage a part of one question, and that was half-wrong at best. The next day, it would be incomprehensible to him.

Lin Xuanze got the first one right but badly botched the general idea on the second.

In fact, he had thought of asking her, but she kept sleeping on the desk.

He remembered the day she first arrived, sleeping; he nudged her desk and ended up being shoved to the ground by her. She was too much for him to handle.

He had to swallow his frustration and continue with the other problems, waiting to ask her when she woke.

Just now, he had thought to ask, but Zhang Ziyue beat him to it, so he craned his neck to look.

Her eyebrows lifted as they skimmed over his face, marked by serious dark circles—had he been forsaking sleep for study?

No napping at noon, skipping dinner, and likely pulling all-nighters.

After she finished, he snatched the paper eagerly, "Let me have a look."

Yun Yue cast him a teasing glance before continuing with her problems.

Seeing Gu Yue take the paper, Zhang Ziyue’s eyes crinkled with amusement. He had been head-over-heels into his studies these days; even the teachers found it odd.

"Yun Yue, you’re the best, there are a few concluding questions on these test papers that all of us can’t do. We also don’t understand the teachers’ explanations. Couldn’t you give a lecture to the class?"

Zhang Ziyue shifted her chair aside and whispered, covering her mouth.

These questions were indeed too difficult; at this rate, the entire class’s scores would plummet by twenty to thirty points.

They had heard that this year’s college entrance exam math questions would be set by Zhang Jun. As for them, the college entrance exam candidates, they could only laugh wryly.

Hard!

Incredibly hard!

The average score of the math exam he set was more than ten points lower than the college entrance exam from previous years, agonizingly so.

"Let me have a look." She raised her eyebrows, perhaps a bit overheated, she rolled up her sleeves to her pale wrists, unzipped her jacket all the way, and slung it nonchalantly over her shoulders.

She moved her chair back a little, found a place to stretch out her long legs, and squinted at the several exam papers Zhang Ziyue handed over.

After a while, she lifted her head, her eyes clear and bright, and her expression one of exhausted laziness, "Tonight I’ll organize some materials focused on these types of questions."

"Great." Zhang Ziyue smiled, knowing Yun Yue would definitely be up to the task.

Gu Yue pursed his lips, remembering how when she had first arrived she would copy homework every day, which he had scorned, and yet now he found himself asking her for help with problems.

In order to go home, he endured!

Old Xiao had said that it’s a learning virtue to not be ashamed to ask questions.

Pride isn’t important.

Going home is important.

"This question." His face somewhat unnatural, he placed the exam paper in front of him, feeling awkward as this was the first time he had asked someone else about a problem.

Yun Yue arched an eyebrow and glanced over his slightly embarrassed handsome face, a slight smirk on her lips, as she began to write down the steps with her pen.

She couldn’t be bothered to explain; she wrote the steps down so meticulously, anyone could understand them.

He had struggled with the problem for ages, yet in five minutes, she had written out the answer, every step detailed.

"..."

He stared at her head. Scientists said the bigger the brain, the smarter one is, but that’s false.

How could her small brain be so much more effective than his?

"Done." She placed the paper on his desk and then lay down to sleep again, finding several comfortable positions.

He reached into his desk and handed her the coat stashed inside, "Take it, it’s unworn."

This coat had been specially delivered by the housekeeper in case he got cold.

Since he wasn’t cold, he had just kept it inside his desk.

She thanked him and took his coat with her pale, cool fingers under the light, then covered herself with it.

In the principal’s office.

All the homeroom teachers of the senior year science classes as well as the math and physics teachers gathered to discuss strategies.

They had received news that Zhang Jun had set several of the math problems, essentially all the difficult ones towards the end.

He was responsible for math multiple-choice questions 11 and 12, and also the last major problem, totaling 30 points.

The physics optional problem at the end also got harder, making it tough for students to score high marks this time.

Liu Xiaoyan spoke up, her tone as sharp and mean-spirited as usual, "Didn’t Mr. Xiao claim to have a class of geniuses? Didn’t anyone in your class solve these problems?"

Xiao Ye glanced at her: "No, but Yun Yue should have been able to."

Liu Xiaoyan scoffed, "I think she’s just half-baked. There’s less than two months before the college entrance exams, and she’s still running around having fun. You know as well as I do. To study is to row against the current; not to advance is to fall back. With her penchant for playing, she’s likely forgotten everything she learned."

Xiao Ye: "I didn’t teach her much, so she has nothing to ’return’ to me."

"..."

She was either sleeping or reading extracurricular books during his class, occasionally pulling some stunts to take over his lectern, indeed, he had learned a thing or two from her.

Being a teacher had left him feeling both gratified and frustrated, much like his current predicament.

Deng Yongbing gave him a glance, understanding his feelings better than anyone.