Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 69: The Treatment of a Good Student

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: The Treatment of a Good Student

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The next morning, Yun Yue passed the ready-made materials into Yang Xing’s hands.

"One copy for everyone in class. Remember to delete the file after you print it out. Don’t let others see it and leak it," she instructed Yang Xing, looking sick and lacking energy. After finishing her instructions, she directly laid her head on the desk and fell asleep.

Yang Xing opened WeChat and immediately got excited when he saw the file. He ran to the printing room and printed out 63 copies of the materials.

Just as he was about to leave with the materials, he remembered Yun Yue’s words, ran back to the computer, and deleted the materials until nothing was left before he left.

This was top-secret material, and it absolutely couldn’t be leaked.

The short-haired girl happened to come in to print her test papers, and Yang Xing got pumped seeing her.

"Yo, came to print materials, huh? Did you enjoy the drama yesterday? Did your homeroom teacher give you a hard time? My bad, my bad. No one expected our Class 7 to have a student score full marks. Who knows if your homeroom teacher is eating the test papers," teased Yang Xing with a cheeky smile. Everyone knew how to speak in that sarcastic tone.

The short-haired girl glared at him furiously, dark circles under her eyes. She hadn’t slept well last night, all thanks to those people from Class 7.

Yang Xing stepped back, laughing, "Don’t look at me like that; it’s kinda scary. I won’t chat with you anymore to save the trouble of being accused of bullying a girl."

After he spoke, he walked straight out of the printing room.

The short-haired girl glared after him, her teeth grinding. She wasn’t through with those people from Class 7!

Back in Class 7, Yang Xing happily stood at the podium and said, "Can everyone quiet down, the big shot’s materials are here. From today, we’ll all study hard. Class representatives for each subject, remember to assign tasks and check in on time every day."

The people of Class 7, upon hearing the materials were from Yun Yue, started to cheer and jump around.

"Hurry up and distribute them. What do we need class representatives for? We are very self-disciplined!"

The students of Class 7 couldn’t wait, thinking that after memorizing, they might score full marks just like the big shot.

The materials quickly made it into everyone’s hands, but their smiles gradually froze.

"Are you sure there’s been no mistake? My total score is at least four hundred points. I can recognize the characters, so why don’t I understand when they’re all put together?!" Liu Xiaopang’s eyes bulged as he looked left and right, completely confused.

Gu Yue received the materials and his eyes flickered. These materials...

Yang Xing leaned over, "Young Master Gu, can you understand these materials? Why do I feel they don’t match up with the textbook content?"

"These materials require understanding and memorization. I only half understand them too. I guess you’ll need her to explain them to you," Gu Yue packed away the materials, looking at the person sleeping on the desk.

Yang Xing’s eyes widened, his face filled with astonishment.

Indeed, there seemed to be no shortcut to becoming a top student.

Even the materials provided by the big shot were this complex and difficult to comprehend.

Evening self-study.

Yun Yue had specifically mentioned it to Xiao Ye for tutoring sessions.

She began with math, standing at the podium in a careless manner, holding a piece of chalk in her left hand and slowly scrawling out wobbly but somewhat readable chalk characters.

"This is a universal formula, all the types of problems are listed below. Whenever you encounter this type of problem, just apply..."

Everyone in Class 7 listened attentively, including Gu Yue whose intelligence was high. He got it as soon as Yun Yue mentioned it, while it took everyone else about half a minute longer.

She lectured for one class period, and at the end, she nonchalantly tossed the chalk in her left hand, which landed securely in the chalk box. She cockily dusted off her hands and swaggered down from the podium.

Class 7: "..."

They were slow; could she explain it one more time...

In the second session of the evening self-study, they began memorizing and understanding with half knowledge. After applying a few problems to the formula, they felt as if they had discovered a new continent.

"Holy shit! This is amazing!"

"I worked out five big problems, and I solved all of them!"

"Wuwuwu, I’m going to cry!"

"Big shot, how can you be so badass!"

"Mom won’t have to worry about my studies anymore."

Yun Yue curled her lip and looked at them, her eyebrows wickedly upturned and arch, her feet arrogantly crossed, she laughed, "Just do well, and I guarantee each of you will get into Jing University after the college entrance exams."

Class Seven was silent, "..."

Was she being a bit too arrogant?

But they also felt they could do it!

"If I can get into Jing University, big boss, I’d be your real son!" Yang Xing snickered, knowing it’s best to claim kin early and to hug the leg early.

Lin Xuanze was already her brother, becoming the big boss’s son surely wouldn’t hurt.

Yun Yue’s forehead sported an imaginary black line as she laughed arrogantly, "With that IQ of yours, you’re not qualified!"

"Exactly, with your IQ, are you qualified?" Wang Ning looked at him playfully and then cocked her head to Yun Yue, "Big boss, I’ll be your godson."

Yun Yue: "..."

Just roll, all of you!

These two days, Class Seven’s study atmosphere was even more intense than before, and Xiao Ye’s face never stopped smiling.

Because of the last incident with the test paper eating, Liu Xiaoyan was too embarrassed to teach them again, and Li Hongsheng arranged for the English teacher from Class Two to teach them.

This teacher was quite young and pretty, gentle, with three years of teaching experience. She had been present during Yun Yue’s monitored examination and really liked calling on Yun Yue to answer questions in class.

From then on, Yang Xing was liberated, no longer fearing Liu Xiaoyan calling on him to answer.

Besides her, the other subject teachers also really liked calling her out.

Sitting next to her, one could clearly feel the low pressure she emitted the moment she stood up, impatience written between her brows, as if she was seconds away from grabbing a chair to smash the teacher.

"Teacher, I know this one, let me answer it," Yang Xing raised his hand, "Yun Yue needs to sleep, so let’s not call on her in the future. It’s so boring if she can always answer."

In the future, his gaming was set.

Yun Yue raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "Clever boy."

"Yang Xing, so shameless."

Class Seven collectively looked at him, thinking, for the sake of scoring brownie points, truly no limits.

They could do it too.

"Teacher, I know it too, let me answer."

Yang Xing was dumbfounded by this group fighting for favor.

Shameless!

Yun Yue pursed her lips, pulled her hat low, then leaned on the desk and fell asleep.

It smelled like harem intrigue.

The English teacher, seeing them competing to answer questions, was too happy to care, such a study atmosphere not even Class Two could match.

Yun Yue slept openly and without repercussions from the teachers; after all, she had been sleeping like this previously and still aced everything, so how long she slept didn’t matter.

This was the special treatment for good students.

In the period that followed, Class Seven lived this way, and it could be said that Yun Yue almost single-handedly carried the entire class.

But she slept when she wanted to sleep and played when she wanted to play, never paying attention in class, Li Hongsheng caught her slacking countless times but never scolded her; past mistakes were also forgotten, and every time he saw her, he acted as if he were seeing an ancestor.

Class Seven had always thought Li Hongsheng quite fearsome, but after seeing his smiles toward Yun Yue, they stopped being afraid.

Afraid of what?

The big boss was in their Class Seven.

They had the confidence.

Normally, the school held parent conferences once a month, but due to the last incident, the school decided to hold the next parents’ meeting after the next month’s exams. If Class Seven could maintain nearly the same scores, they believed the parents wouldn’t have much to say.