Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 60: Everyone Write Properly

Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Everyone Write Properly

The next morning.

The entire school was discussing whether Class Seven could actually win against Class One.

"Is there even a need to guess? Everyone knows the strength of Class Seven."

"I don’t think it’s certain; what if they do win?"

"Ha, it’s like the odds of you winning millions in the lottery, maybe even tougher. What do you think the chances are?"

"..."

Then they still thought it was impossible.

Because of this, someone specifically started a voting event on the school forum to see which class could win.

Yang Xing was so angry that he slammed the table, "This is infuriating! These people have nothing better to do and went on the forum to start a voting feature, you all don’t know how pitiful Class Seven’s vote count is!"

"Isn’t that normal? If it weren’t for the big shot’s slick move this time, I wouldn’t even think we could win against Class One." Wang Ning took a sip of milk and opened the school forum...

He stared with anger widening his eyes.

>p>He squeezed the milk from the bottle and sprayed it on Yang Xing’s face.

Yang Xing: "..."

Couldn’t you hold it together?!

Wang Ning immediately admitted his fault: "Brother Xing, I’m sorry, I was wrong, I’ll clean it up now."

After wiping it off, he angrily said, "These people really don’t believe in our Class Seven at all. Just a few votes, who are they pitying?"

"Heh!" Yang Xing looked at him expressionlessly: "Those few votes were cast by our own Class Seven!"

Wang Ning: "..."

Yang Xing shouted towards Class Seven, "Everybody hurry and vote, then we in Class Seven can get 63 votes, and I’ll call for backup." He didn’t believe they couldn’t surpass Class One.

Wang Ning finished the rest of his milk, his eyes lighting up, "Backup from the big shot, right? She knows the school tyrant of Vocational High, with just one word she can get all their votes, and we’ll directly surpass Class One!"

"Right, how did I not think of that!" Yang Xing realized, the group from Vocational High had long been mixed into First Middle School’s forum; they could definitely vote.

The two of them walked over with fawning smiles, "Big shot."

Yun Yue: "..."

She felt like a piece of juicy meat.

"Got it."

Although she found it very boring, she didn’t want to see Class One getting arrogant, so she took out her phone and sent a message to Wei Xuan.

[Rest assured, Sister Yue, I guarantee we’ll overtake them right away!]

Seeing the message Wei Xuan sent back, she looked at them expressionlessly, "Just wait."

One minute later.

"Holy shit! Look at Class Seven’s vote count! It’s skyrocketing!"

"Are they riding a rocket with that speed!"

"A thousand now!"

"One thousand five hundred now, they’ve directly surpassed Class One! And the votes are still rising!"

"The school tyrant is awesome!"

Now they finally realized that the school tyrant of Vocational High wasn’t just for show, their influence was something even Young Master Gu couldn’t match.

Zhang Ziyue looked up to her admirably. The big shot is indeed the big shot, with just a flick of her fingers, she could surpass Class One.

Class Seven was so excited they were going mad, laughing their heads off.

Trying to compete with them in votes, they really thought they couldn’t do it!

Don’t they see who’s in their Class Seven!

Just one word could leave them a street behind!

It seemed that Class One had also noticed, for their vote count was growing fast as well, but when compared to theirs, it might as well be ignored.

Even if the whole school supported Class One, it was only four thousand votes, whereas Vocational High had six thousand students.

"Class Seven is shameless! They actually called over the people from Vocational High to vote! It must be Yun Yue!" The girl with short hair looked at Class One being overtaken in a flash, her face darkened to no end.

How could she have forgotten about that group from Vocational High!

Truly like lifting a rock only to drop it on one’s own feet!

Shen Xuan’s pages-flipping paused, and she said nonchalantly, "What’s the point of competing over this? The most effective way to slap someone’s face is when the results come out."

Did they really think their class hadn’t worked hard during this time?

Compared to the last exam, their class’s scores had only gone up, not down.

This time she was confident she could score above 665, and their class’s average should reach 645.

"It’s just so infuriating," the girl with the short hair exclaimed, forwarding the post to her own circle of friends to gather votes.

Shen Xuan lowered her gaze, looking towards Lin Xuanze not far away. He didn’t care about the poll at all and was even watching match videos on his phone, his lips barely moving, "What score are you confident about getting this time?"

"About 680, I guess. I fell a bit short on Math and Physics, and I couldn’t solve the last few big problems, but I should get some marks for the steps," Lin Xuanze said, leaning back in his chair, his handsome face carrying a hint of arrogance.

"I think Gu Yue could score over 690 this time," Lin Xuanze mused with admiration.

The only person in the school he was willing to acknowledge was Gu Yue.

Excellent in basketball, volleyball, and various other sports competitions, yet he still maintained such impressive academic results.

During parent-teacher conferences, he was the kid other parents talked about, the one his mom brought up daily, comparing him to Gu Yue.

And frustratingly, Gu Yue truly was exceptional—there was no room for dispute.

Liu Xiaoyan entered Class One and closed the door; Lin Xuanze put away his phone.

"What are you all doing? Don’t think you can relax just because exams are over. Look at you—getting all smug over beating a trash heap like Class Seven? Only trash competes with trash!"

Liu Xiaoyan, in her high heels, stood at the lectern, glaring angrily down at them.

A bunch of trash, and they were this happy about it?

"Your goal is to compete with the Top Ten Schools! You should be aiming for Jing University’s quotas! Starting today, you’re getting one extra exam paper every day! If I see any more of that smugness, you’ll be in deep trouble!"

Class One looked at her, not daring to utter a word.

By chance, a student from Class Seven overheard and spread the word to his classmates.

Wang Ning chuckled, "Class One really is pathetic under Liu Xiaoyan’s thumb. Old Xiao treats us much better."

"Obviously, Old Xiao is the best homeroom teacher!" Class Seven assessed themselves.

Xiao Ye came in with a stack of test papers, "What’s all this discussion about?"

"We were talking about how awesome you are! You’re like a god to us!" Yang Xing flattered away.

Xiao Ye pushed up his glasses, revealing a mysterious smile, "Is that so? I’ve noticed everyone’s been studying hard recently, so I brought a few more sets of practice exams for everyone to do in their free time."

Class Seven: "..."

They took back what they said!

Help!

The monthly exams were over; they didn’t want to see those test papers anymore!

"Teacher, we’ll do them diligently," Yun Yue stood up, displaying an innocent and naive smile, the picture of a model student.

"???"

Class Seven collectively turned to look at her, Big Boss, you were never like this before!

Xiao Ye, moved and a bit teary, said, "Yun Yue said it herself; it seems everyone is keen to study! Your teacher is truly relieved."

Class Seven: You don’t have to be!

All they wanted was to be salted fish, free of worries.

"Write them properly!" Yun Yue said with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with a faint smile, but Class Seven felt it was brimming with murderous intent.

A clear warning!

Ever since she walked through the gates of First Middle School, the title of school tyrant had found a new bearer.

The school tyrant’s threat.

They dared not disobey!

"Teacher, we love to study, we’ll definitely write them well!" Yang Xing stood up, his smile uglier than crying.

"Yes, we love to study."

Class Seven cried and laughed at the same time.

"Very good, keep it up," Xiao Ye sent an appreciative glance towards Yun Yue, his smile wider than could be closed.

Turns out the title of school tyrant wasn’t without its uses after all, at least Class Seven listened to her!

Being able to lead everyone to study together makes for a good student.

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