Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 158: All of Class Seven Are Devils

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: All of Class Seven Are Devils

Daring to run wild in Class 7, this isn’t your vocational school.

"Wei Xuan, lesson learned, take a seat," Yang Xing feigned a posture.

Wei Xuan kept his leg propped up, unmoved, and started shaking it arrogantly, as though he hadn’t heard him speak.

Yang Xing laughed, cleared his throat, "Boss, Wei Xuan isn’t listening to discipline."

Wei Xuan: "?"

When Yang Xing turned back around, Wei Xuan was sitting upright, smiling at him, "Classmate, you really shouldn’t slander me."

Yang Xing: "..."

It turned out he and Class 7 were cut from the same cloth.

"What are your usual scores?" Wei Xuan was unconvinced, Class 7 was the worst in First Middle School, Sister Yue was really unreliable, pulling just anyone to tutor him.

Yang Xing calmly said, "Last monthly test, 723 points."

Wei Xuan: "?!"

Bro, you’re blowing smoke now!

"Do you think I’m a fool?" Wei Xuan looked at him, did he think he was that easy to fool?

Yang Xing pursed his lips, thinking he looked quite like an Alaskan Malamute.

"Quite," he said.

Wei Xuan: "..."

His handsome face immediately fell, and his fists the size of sandbags cracked.

If it were the old days, Yang Xing would have been really scared, but now he was on the turf of Class 7, and with the big boss there, he dared Wei Xuan to try messing with his face.

"Focus, Mr. Yang has started the lesson."

"..."

Wei Xuan started off a bit jumpy, but once he got into the groove, he was very serious, and Yang Xing was somewhat surprised that he learned even faster than himself.

"That’s it for today, digest this material for now," Yang Xing glanced at the time, he still had two papers to do.

"Oh." Wei Xuan found the material incredibly magical, it was as if he had a sudden epiphany and understood everything.

He started to try a few problems, then began checking the answers.

"Damn! Damn!"

"That’s awesome!"

It was time for evening self-study, and Class 7 was all buried in their work, but at the sound of his voice, they all looked over in unison.

"What kind of material is this, it’s so amazing! The problems I couldn’t solve before, I got all right now!"

He was wide-eyed, the material was magical, just two lessons and he was handling problems with ease.

The people in Class 7 cast disdainful glances, making such a big deal out of it, as if it was something so shocking just because he got a few problems right!

The disdained Wei Xuan: "..."

He seemed to start to believe that Yang Xing really had scored 723 points.

Boys are truly strange creatures, Wei Xuan got along well with them as soon as class ended.

The next day, the math test papers were distributed.

"I’ll do it," Wei Xuan snatched the paper from Zhang Ziyue’s hands, he had to see if Yang Xing was really that impressive.

723 points, kidding who.

"Gu Yue, 148 points!"

He popped his eyes out and handed the paper to him.

And yet, he seemed somewhat dissatisfied with his own score, frowning like he’d eaten a bitter melon, and bent down to solve problems again.

"..."

"Wang Ning, 145 points!"

"Zhang Ziyue, 143 points!"

"Rong Li, 142 points!"

"Yang Xing, 144 points!"

By the end, he was so shocked he stopped reading out the scores, everyone in Class 7 scored in the 130s and 140s?!

Damn it!

"No more, no more."

He handed the remaining test papers to Zhang Ziyue, already too shocked to speak.

Wasn’t Class 7 supposed to be the worst class in First Middle School?

Why are their scores so high!

"Wei Xuan, 103 points."

Zhang Ziyue passed the test paper to him with a gentle smile and made an encouraging gesture, "Keep it up, you can definitely do it."

Wei Xuan looked at the 103 points, feeling complicated as Zhang Ziyue’s read-out scores echoed in his ears.

His head buzzed.

"Only 144 points, my dad is going to nag me again when I get home." Yang Xing frowned as he looked at his math paper; his father’s requirement was 145 points or above.

At this stage, even missing by one point would subject him to a long nagging.

"?! "

Could you consider my feelings for once, where do I put my face with this 103 points?

"F*ck!" He cursed under his breath, "Isn’t your Class 7 the worst in First Middle School?"

"...It used to be, now it’s the most awesome class," Yang Xing said smugly, looking at him.

He felt a bit of pity for him, being classmates with such a group of academic tyrants must be hard for him.

"Last month’s test I got 723 points, Young Master Gu got 739 points, Zhang Ziyue got 725 points..."

Wei Xuan covered his ears, "Can you shut up already, I don’t want to hear it!"

Yang Xing chuckled mockingly, letting him underestimate their Class 7, now he knows he’s the real noob.

Trash!

"Study hard; the big shot said if you don’t do well, he’ll screw your head off!"

Wei Xuan: "..."

He wondered if Sister Yue really screwed his head off, would his dad avenge him...

It seemed unlikely...

Sister Yue was his biological child.

He was the adopted one.

In the afternoon, Shen Xuan rushed back from Beijing, her demeanor proud and confident.

She had a good reputation, was beautiful and talented, and had a good temper, many boys at school had a crush on her.

"Mr. Liu was fired?" Shen Xuan was slightly surprised, frowning, "Why was he fired out of the blue?"

"Heard it was for theft, but what exactly was stolen, no one knows." Zhao Min clucked her tongue, Liu Xiaoyan had always portrayed herself as upright and abhorrent to evil in front of them; it was unexpected she would turn out to be someone like that.

"Let’s not talk about her, I haven’t congratulated you yet, you are now a student of the vice president of the Piano Association, your status is not ordinary." Zhao Min flattered, hanging on her arm.

This time, if it weren’t for a dark horse named Ruan Yingtong, she might have become a disciple of Master Yaonan.

Shen Xuan’s pretty face was smug, "Yeah, Master Yaonan’s requirements for taking disciples are too high, I only scored 82 points."

"That’s already high, after all, he only gave sixty or seventy points to other contestants, and some didn’t even pass, which shows he still sees potential in you."

Liang Qian had lost a great deal of weight ever since the bracelet incident, but luckily, she still had a good relationship with Shen Xuan.

Now that Shen Xuan had become Cheng Jianfeng’s disciple, the Shen Family’s status in Lan City had risen with the tide, and many people went out of their way to win favor with the Shen family.

Fortunately, they had cooperated with the Shen Family before, and now that the Shen Family needed a large number of orders, her family could also make a good profit with them. Ten million wasn’t a big number anymore, and her father didn’t blame her anymore.

She was just instructed to cozy up to Shen Xuan.

So now, seeing her return, she was eager to speak good words to her.

"Ruan Yingtong is a celebrity, the one thing Master Yaonan likes least is people from the entertainment circle, even if she becomes a disciple, she probably won’t be favored much."

"In my opinion, you have it better, you are the only disciple of Master Cheng Jianfeng, any good opportunities will come to you first.

Ruan Yingtong may seem like a disciple of Master Yaonan, but she’s not as glamorous as you; you will only live a better life than her in the future."

Liang Qian cherry-picked compliments, and seeing Shen Xuan’s increasingly smug expression, she couldn’t help but smile.

"By the way, Yun Yue asked for leave to go out and play again the other day, with college entrance exams approaching she still dares to go out, unlike you, an arts exam student, she can only rely on her grades to boost her score."

Liang Qian had come to absolutely despise Yun Yue, seizing every chance to disparage her. Recently, she had been investigating her deeds, holding back a big move, waiting to catch her.