hotmtlnovel 103 Tragedy Girls
103 Tragedy Girls
"Just say what you want to say!" Nono snapped at the group of hesitant student council members. "Those who want to confess, line up."
The student council members looked at each other, and finally, a short boy stepped forward and said, "Senior, what did Professor Mans say about the time we asked you to go to Lu Mingfei and ask him to make an exception for us?"
Professor Mans's Magical Mechanical Design is the most difficult subject in the first year. Since Professor Mans was on a mission when the semester started, the lecture notes for the first few chapters of the course were sent to the students' email addresses. But since there were no classes, why should they look at the lecture notes?
Students who held this idea felt their world collapse when Professor Mans returned and excitedly announced in class, "I'm going to focus my energy on teaching!"
The only hope now lies with Senior Sister Chen Motong, who has a good relationship with S-rank Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei is also a key figure in the Kuimen operation. If he asks Professor Mans to highlight the key points or lower the difficulty of the exam, Professor Mans should agree for the sake of S-rank status, right?
Nono then remembered that she had initially sought out Lu Mingfei with a serious matter, but upon seeing his irritating face, she became angry and completely forgot what she wanted to say...
"Professor Mans said that Lu Mingfei's perfect score, which exempted him from the exam, will be passed on to you. The passing score isn't 60, it's 62!" Nono didn't want to admit that she had forgotten, so she just made it up to give these opportunistic underachievers a sense of crisis.
"Oh, NO, NO!" Everyone cried out in despair, giving up all hope, and hurriedly ran to the library to study.
The pre-exam review week passed quickly. Despite the major event of the Dragon King's invasion at the school this year, the students were much more composed than before, taking the exams very seriously. Professor Mans was very pleased to see the surge in borrowings of books related to Magical Mechanical Design.
He felt it was time to find a promising student among this year's freshmen and train him to be an assistant. Academic performance was not the deciding factor; the most important thing was the student's down-to-earth and hardworking character.
For example, the short boy who studied the longest, spending almost the entire day in the library, was clearly the most diligent. As long as someone has that kind of dedication and studies steadily, even a complete idiot like him could be managed by Professor Mans!
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Kassel College's exam week coincides with the time of many high school monthly exams. On December 12, 2009, at 12:12 pm, Xia Mi was leaning on the railing of the corridor of Class 1, Grade 12, holding a box of pure milk in her hand, biting a straw, and looking at the masses of people downstairs with boredom.
She was wearing her autumn school uniform, a large white shirt over a navy blue knitted vest, and a pair of fair and shapely legs beneath her pleated skirt, so white they were dazzling. Boys passing by, regardless of height or weight, would always glance in her direction, then turn away, trying to cover their tracks, and loudly laugh and talk to their friends.
The girls pretended to be indifferent, but secretly mocked her thin figure.
Xia Mi was already immune to these gazes. As a noble dragon king who had lived for countless years, she was no longer affected by these boring hormones.
She answered all the questions on yesterday's Chinese exam very smoothly. She knew all the classical poems and prose, and filled all the reading comprehension questions. What she was most proud of was the composition. This time, the composition topic seemed to be tailor-made for her. Her thoughts flowed like a spring, and she wrote furiously, desperately describing how tragic her family was.
Her abusive father died suddenly from alcoholism; her divorced mother took a third of the family fortune; three malicious relatives seemed intent on devouring her; and she had a mentally challenged brother who called her "sister." Life is bitter, so bitter, but I won't cry. Even though I'm just a minor, I will try my best to support this family!
Such a tear-jerking experience, such genuine emotions—which examiner wouldn't give it full marks!
Xia Mi felt she could easily get into Peking University, but unfortunately, she didn't have the chance to prove herself through the college entrance examination. As soon as this semester ends, she'll be attending the preparatory class at Kassel College. The Dragon King will have to hide his identity and condescend to play house with a bunch of little kids.
How wonderful! These ignorant humans. If she were one of them, got into a top university, and became a superior person, it would actually feel pretty good.
Hey, what are those people behind me chattering about?
"I...I like you!" A passerby rambled on and on behind him, finally mustering the courage to say those words.
"A bunch of brats, how annoying!" Xia Mi rolled her eyes, turned around, and said softly:
"Hey classmate, my family doesn't allow me to date in high school. Let's focus on our studies and get into a good university first."
"Xia Mi," the passerby said, his voice trembling with nervousness, "which university do you want to apply to? I'll apply with you!"
"I want to get into Peking University." Xia Mi smiled sweetly and said, "Good luck, I'll be waiting for you at Peking University."
The first class in the afternoon was history, and the teacher started going over the history test paper from the monthly exam. Xia Mi was very bad at history, and she always remembered the knowledge points on the history test paper in a mess.
The teacher told Xia Mi to stop reading those random, unofficial histories and focus on memorizing the key points from the textbook. Xia Mi disagreed and went to the history teacher's office after class to argue for half an hour, insisting that everything she wrote was correct and that this was indeed how the event happened in history!
The history teacher laughed in exasperation and asked her which novels she had written about.
Xia Mi could only stubbornly insist that history had been altered. The true history, she recounted with eloquence and eloquence, described how historical heroes fought each other, how the great Hun king battled his enemies to the very last moment, and how even the great principles of morality were obliterated…
The physical education teacher standing nearby was thrilled and clapped repeatedly, saying that he felt the same way! The human body has infinite potential, but it cannot be fully realized due to the limitations of this degenerate age. Nowadays, people with such insight as Xia Mi are already very rare!
The history teacher could only shake his head helplessly. How come this clever girl always had such a jumble of historical fiction in her head?
Watching the girl storm off from the office, the teacher couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
Xia Mi, 17 years old, is disliked by her family. After school, she always secretly works to earn living expenses, which is against the rules, but the school secretly suppresses students' complaints. Every time tuition is due, she is always the last one, barely scraping together the fees with various denominations of bills.
She has good grades and is a potential candidate to get into Tsinghua or Peking University. Except for history, which is a little weak, her grades in other subjects are very good.
Thinking about this, the history teacher sighed silently. Perhaps the left-behind children are too lonely, and they take the things written in the books they've found from who-knows-where seriously since they've been growing up.