9 Class Ten
The students in the Class Ten ( K ) of Jingyuan high school were more than excited as they learned the news that a student would be transferred to their class this semester.
The class teacher Qi Jing did not specify why a student would be transferring to their class, especially after the declaration of their first monthly text. This matter was a high deal for the students of Class Ten (K) as a student had never been transferred to their class before.
Jingyuan High school had eleven sections of Class Ten and Class Ten (K) was the last one. One might ask why it was a matter of great importance for Class ten (K). It must be because the student who scores the least scores in the monthly texts would be sent to this class. Never in the history of Class Ten (K) a student had willingly entered their class.
“Ye Jun! Do you know who is transferring to our class?” A girl wearing headphones asked in a loud voice.
“Song Ci, stop shouting!” Ye Jun said removing her headphones.
“Oops,” Song Ci smiled cheekily. “I’m just too excited. Is it a handsome boy? Or a cool boy like Boss Lu?”
“Hush, if Big Boss Han’s followers heard you praising Boss Lu, you would be in big trouble,” A girl whispered in Song Ci’s ear.
“Whatever! Just tell me,” Song Ci asked with an earnest look.
“Song Ci, where were you when God was imparting wisdom?” Ye Jun left, giving him a weird look.
“Qiao Wei!!!” Song Ci shouted, startling everyone in the class. But the Qiao Wei in reference was giggling like a fool hiding under the desk.
“Bitch, what are you giggling for?” Song Ci glared at the crazy woman.
“Prince Jin just realised that he is no longer a straight man. He has been bent by a certain general,” Qiao Wei said, giggling like a fool. She rubbed her raccoon eyes and giggled again after reading the other line.
Her cheeks were red like a tomato.
Her eyes practically had hearts in them.
“Qiao Wei! Stop reading these scandalous novels,” Song Ci yelled. Looking at the two sexy men on the cover, she squinted her eyes to read the title of the book. “Prin..Prince Below, Gen… General above.”
She looked at her classmate and asked, “What does the title even mean?”
Qiao Wei glanced at her dense friend and giggled again.
“You know what, I’m done with you,” Song Ci said for the nth time. She went out to ask more people about the legendary transfer student.
“She is a topper?” Someone exclaimed. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀꪶ
Ye Jun laughed. “From below.”
“Wow, it’s not an easy feat to top the entire Class Ten from below,” another student said. “Boss Lu and Big Boss Han constantly fight to take the last place. This time the spot was taken by another student.”
“Wait, does it mean Jingyuan High school is going to get another boss?”
“What?!!” Entire Class Ten (K) exclaimed.
The school campus was full of vigour today for several reasons. First, today the result of the monthly examination was posted on the notice board. Secondly, the least scoring students were sent to other classes. Some students were happy and some were naturally unhappy.
Like any student in Class Ten (A) who scored less scores would be sent to another section of Class Ten. Class Ten (A) was the most competitive class. It wasn’t easy to maintain a permanent position in that class for long. It was rumoured that students of that class study more than twelve hours a day to maintain their good results. They were certified freaks.
An Xiulan had two classes this morning in a huge empty room. She couldn’t understand why her class had no students aside from her. Only by asking the teacher did she get to know that the extra class was conducted just for her. She nodded her head like a good student and promised to study hard. But the teacher didn’t seem convinced by her claim after seeing her result.
“I will take you to report to Teacher Jin,” The teacher who was taking her extra classes said. She stood up while gesturing to An Xiulan to follow her to the staff room.
An Xiulan obediently followed the teacher. She watched the busy corridor of the school filled with students carrying all sorts of emotions on their faces. Happy. Sad. Mischievous. Frustrated.
She wondered if she would ever be able to adjust to this school like all these students? Although her soul was a year older than the original An Xiulan, she had even less experience of communicating with people, much less than someone belonging to her age.
Her inner monologue was interrupted when a heavy body crashed into her. Instead of apologising to her for crashing, the boy showed her a middle finger.
An Xiulan turned her head to stare at his back and zoomed her eyes to note down the gesture that he was making with his finger. She tapped her head lightly. Stupid An Xiulan. This was a modern man’s way of saying sorry.
She saved this modern way of apologising in her mental dairy.
Since An Xiulan was still staring at the finger raised at her, she failed to see how she crashed into another strong body.
“An Xiulan, follow me quickly. I don’t have a whole day to show you around,” The teacher grumbled. There was a predefined stereotype in the teachers of Jingyuan High school – All the students in Class Ten (K) were hopeless and beyond saving.
An Xiulan swallowed hard. Not being able to look at the person she crashed into, she raised her middle finger in the same way the boy had done earlier. This was her way of apologizing to the fellow student for crashing into him.
Orange: F*ck!!
Chen Xi Jun: Double f*ck!!!!
Wen Xiao Hua: What am I supposed to say?!!!
When they got out of their initial shock, they asked Han Zixin, “Xin Ge! Barbie doll just flipped you off!”
Han Zixin narrowed his eyes at the girl and walked away to look at his result pasted on the notice board. He must top the class this time to beat Lu Xuan. From below of course.