The Goddess and the Ugly Duckling

Letter of...

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When school was over, everyone was packing up their book bags, and Xiaoya crumpled her exam papers, directly throwing them into the waste basket at the back of the class.

"What is this?" Xiaoya looked at the name on the package, and it was indeed her own. She squeezed the big envelope, the insides were hard, like cardboard case, so she tore it open directly...

Xiaoya: Was it because of me?

Xiaoya hesitated for a moment before replying, "There are students in village schools too, you know? Besides, what right do I have to decide other people's lives?"

Seeing this, Mo Yichen lifted her brows, saying, "So cool."

Lu Xiaobei: What... do you think it's more respectable to have a girlfriend in one of the Top 2?

Lu Xiaobei: Of course, it's real. Is Nancheng University not good?

Xiaoya rolled her eyes internally. Why won't you give up!

Xiaoya: "Before now, I always used to take them back home. I got two drawers filled with them, but I never cracked them open after that to read over even once."

On QQ.

"Firstly, the school has rules which state a teacher cannot interfere in a student's choosing between the arts and the sciences. Secondly, but I have seniors who told me about your deeds in the past two years." Xiaoya then continued, "First you allow students to apply and put their names onto the transfer roster of your class. Then, if the student has a high average score, they would obviously get into your class. But, if their grades are just on the line, to you they're just dispensable. You'll check to see if any other of the honours class teachers are planning to accept them, and if no one accepts them, you'll go on to tell them that their exam score was too far from the line and there's nothing you an do about it.

Afterwards, their parents will come to see you and you'll just 'reluctantly' accept them. Mr Nan, does my family really seem like the type with money than they do sense to you?"

Mo Yichen: "Didn't Mr Nan say to make a copy book with all the incorrect questions?"

Congratulations, you've been accepted to our school's Mathematics and Applied Mathematics Program. Please report to the school with this notice for registration.

Because Xiaoya had so many stamps, there were a lot of foreign pals overseas willing to exchange postcards with her.

Having no response for a while, Mr Nan then said, "You could've just handed the application to me directly."

Xiaoya: "I already cut out a few of the incorrect questions and stuck them directly in my notebook. So if I ever need them, they be directly where I can see them." Besides, for those questions she got wrong, Lu Xiaobei knows how to explain it much clearer than her teacher.

Seeing this, Mo Yichen lifted her brows, saying, "So cool."

Lu Xiaobei: I booked a ticket for a flight next weekend. Xiaoya, your vacation started. Come meet me at Nancheng airport.

Xiaoya: No, I just thought you would be going to Beijing.

"My apologies." After Xiaoya said this, she put on her backpack and left the classroom with Mo Yichen.

"Firstly, the school has rules which state a teacher cannot interfere in a student's choosing between the arts and the sciences. Secondly, but I have seniors who told me about your deeds in the past two years." Xiaoya then continued, "First you allow students to apply and put their names onto the transfer roster of your class. Then, if the student has a high average score, they would obviously get into your class. But, if their grades are just on the line, to you they're just dispensable. You'll check to see if any other of the honours class teachers are planning to accept them, and if no one accepts them, you'll go on to tell them that their exam score was too far from the line and there's nothing you an do about it.

Xiaoya froze. Why was it Nancheng University? She thought Lu Xiaobei would be going to Beijing.

While reading a postcard, she walked to her family's apartment and opened the door. "Mom, I'm home."

Speaking of Mr. Caocao himself, and the teacher Xiaoya find the most disagreeable in the entire school, Mr Nan walked over to Xiaoya's desk, asking, "Yu Xiaoya, did you bring application form today?"

Lu Xiaobei: Oh. I thought it'd arrive in a couple days. When I filled it out before I put your home address on it directly. I wanted you to be the first to know.

Lu Xiaobei: What... do you think it's more respectable to have a girlfriend in one of the Top 2?

Lu Xiaobei: Of course, it's real. Is Nancheng University not good?

"Firstly, the school has rules which state a teacher cannot interfere in a student's choosing between the arts and the sciences. Secondly, but I have seniors who told me about your deeds in the past two years." Xiaoya then continued, "First you allow students to apply and put their names onto the transfer roster of your class. Then, if the student has a high average score, they would obviously get into your class. But, if their grades are just on the line, to you they're just dispensable. You'll check to see if any other of the honours class teachers are planning to accept them, and if no one accepts them, you'll go on to tell them that their exam score was too far from the line and there's nothing you an do about it.

Lu Xiaobei: Nancheng University is one of the top three in the country for my major, and applying to the other two was too risky.

Mo Yichen: "Didn't Mr Nan say to make a copy book with all the incorrect questions?"

N/A

Xiaoya rolled her eyes internally. Why won't you give up!

"At least he's a teacher that graduated from a notable science program and has years of teaching experience. A teacher like that is still hard to come by in village schools. Some people have an easy live and still have enough energy to fix those things." Mo Yichen then added, "Maybe you don't have to say anything to Captain and he'll still end up going, hm?"

She then replied, "I brought it."

But now, most of the time, Xiaoya can complete an entire conversation for a card on her own. At night, sitting alone in front of her desk, she's able to write a full postcard.

"Then give it to me. "Mr Nan's face held a faint smile.

"Then give it to me. "Mr Nan's face held a faint smile.

Xiaoya: Why is it Nancheng University?

Letter of...

But Xiaoya added, "I already gave to Miss Xu from class one." Miss Xu was the female teacher who was in charge of the winter camp, in addition to being one of the head teacher of he grade two liberal arts classes. Xiaoya also like her a lot.

It was a recommendation she got from Lu Xiaobei as a way to practice her English.

Having no response for a while, Mr Nan then said, "You could've just handed the application to me directly."

But Xiaoya added, "I already gave to Miss Xu from class one." Miss Xu was the female teacher who was in charge of the winter camp, in addition to being one of the head teacher of he grade two liberal arts classes. Xiaoya also like her a lot.

"What is this?" Xiaoya looked at the name on the package, and it was indeed her own. She squeezed the big envelope, the insides were hard, like cardboard case, so she tore it open directly...

Letter of Admission. Is this Lu Xiaobei's? Why wasn't it sent to her house?

Mo Yichen: "Didn't Mr Nan say to make a copy book with all the incorrect questions?"

Xiaoya froze. Why was it Nancheng University? She thought Lu Xiaobei would be going to Beijing.

"I applied to be transferred to the liberal arts course." Xiaoya rested the school bag she was holding in her hands on the desk then added, "Mr Nan, you want to snatch the wool as well as not putting in the energy required to catch the sheepT/n: (for the entire sentence) take advantage/use loopholes or scheming to reap benefits. His grift will be explained below. Also note Xiaoya is using polite terms when speaking to him., guess it's time for a replacement, huh? Is it because I seem obedient, and easy to persuade?"

Mo Yichen: "Then why don't you tell Captain? Let him get transferred to a school in a village or something?"

Xiaoya's voice was not loud, but there were still five or six students who had yet to leave the classroom at that moment, and things were very quiet, so there were some who stopped in their tracks to look her way.

Because Xiaoya had so many stamps, there were a lot of foreign pals overseas willing to exchange postcards with her.

But Xiaoya added, "I already gave to Miss Xu from class one." Miss Xu was the female teacher who was in charge of the winter camp, in addition to being one of the head teacher of he grade two liberal arts classes. Xiaoya also like her a lot.

"Firstly, the school has rules which state a teacher cannot interfere in a student's choosing between the arts and the sciences. Secondly, but I have seniors who told me about your deeds in the past two years." Xiaoya then continued, "First you allow students to apply and put their names onto the transfer roster of your class. Then, if the student has a high average score, they would obviously get into your class. But, if their grades are just on the line, to you they're just dispensable. You'll check to see if any other of the honours class teachers are planning to accept them, and if no one accepts them, you'll go on to tell them that their exam score was too far from the line and there's nothing you an do about it.

Lu Xiaobei: Nancheng University is one of the top three in the country for my major, and applying to the other two was too risky.

Lu Xiaobei: Oh. I thought it'd arrive in a couple days. When I filled it out before I put your home address on it directly. I wanted you to be the first to know.

Some of these words were already held back in Xiaoya's heart for far too long. "With class spy matter before, you not saying a fair word in my defence—fine. Maybe I had my own issues that made so many people suspect me. But this time???"

When Lu Xiaobei left, she gave Xiaoya four hundred and fifty stamps and airmail envelopes. Saying, "As long as you want to say it, want to write it, and desire it as deeply as you can, languages are the same."

Xiaoya rolled her eyes internally. Why won't you give up!

Lu Xiaobei: Oh. I thought it'd arrive in a couple days. When I filled it out before I put your home address on it directly. I wanted you to be the first to know.

"Firstly, the school has rules which state a teacher cannot interfere in a student's choosing between the arts and the sciences. Secondly, but I have seniors who told me about your deeds in the past two years." Xiaoya then continued, "First you allow students to apply and put their names onto the transfer roster of your class. Then, if the student has a high average score, they would obviously get into your class. But, if their grades are just on the line, to you they're just dispensable. You'll check to see if any other of the honours class teachers are planning to accept them, and if no one accepts them, you'll go on to tell them that their exam score was too far from the line and there's nothing you an do about it.

N/A

Afterwards, their parents will come to see you and you'll just 'reluctantly' accept them. Mr Nan, does my family really seem like the type with money than they do sense to you?"

On the first floor of her apartment building, Xiaoya opens the mailbox where there were two PC postcards. The PC in full stood for postcrossing, which is a postcard mailing website. Everyone who registers on the website an sends a postcard can receive at least one postcard from someone else in another country.

Afterwards, their parents will come to see you and you'll just 'reluctantly' accept them. Mr Nan, does my family really seem like the type with money than they do sense to you?"

Lu Xiaobei: Nancheng University is one of the top three in the country for my major, and applying to the other two was too risky.

"Then give it to me. "Mr Nan's face held a faint smile.

Lu Xiaobei: What... do you think it's more respectable to have a girlfriend in one of the Top 2?

"What is this?" Xiaoya looked at the name on the package, and it was indeed her own. She squeezed the big envelope, the insides were hard, like cardboard case, so she tore it open directly...

"No. I chose liberal arts and he teaches chemistry so I probably won't ever meet him again. But I'm not happy when I think about him getting more experience over the years, and him teaching more honours classes in the future year after year. He's going to wreck even more younger students."

"My apologies." After Xiaoya said this, she put on her backpack and left the classroom with Mo Yichen.

Xiaoya: Why is it Nancheng University?

When Xiaoya and Mo Yichen had walked far enough, Mo Yichen asked, "Has your anger subsided?"

While reading a postcard, she walked to her family's apartment and opened the door. "Mom, I'm home."

"No. I chose liberal arts and he teaches chemistry so I probably won't ever meet him again. But I'm not happy when I think about him getting more experience over the years, and him teaching more honours classes in the future year after year. He's going to wreck even more younger students."

Xiaoya hesitated for a moment before replying, "There are students in village schools too, you know? Besides, what right do I have to decide other people's lives?"

Mo Yichen: "Then why don't you tell Captain? Let him get transferred to a school in a village or something?"

Afterwards, their parents will come to see you and you'll just 'reluctantly' accept them. Mr Nan, does my family really seem like the type with money than they do sense to you?"

Xiaoya: "I already cut out a few of the incorrect questions and stuck them directly in my notebook. So if I ever need them, they be directly where I can see them." Besides, for those questions she got wrong, Lu Xiaobei knows how to explain it much clearer than her teacher.

Letter of Admission. Is this Lu Xiaobei's? Why wasn't it sent to her house?

Xiaoya hesitated for a moment before replying, "There are students in village schools too, you know? Besides, what right do I have to decide other people's lives?"

Xiaoya's mother was sitting on the sofa. Seeing Xiaoya returned, she pointed to the entryway. "You got a package."

But Xiaoya added, "I already gave to Miss Xu from class one." Miss Xu was the female teacher who was in charge of the winter camp, in addition to being one of the head teacher of he grade two liberal arts classes. Xiaoya also like her a lot.

These postcard exchanges also required communication. In the beginning, Xiaoya used her phone to type the English sentences for her PC, having to open a translation app to correct any of her grammatical mistakes.

"At least he's a teacher that graduated from a notable science program and has years of teaching experience. A teacher like that is still hard to come by in village schools. Some people have an easy live and still have enough energy to fix those things." Mo Yichen then added, "Maybe you don't have to say anything to Captain and he'll still end up going, hm?"

Just as she sent it, Xiaoya deleted it, having no idea if Lu Xiaobei saw it.

Lu Xiaobei: Nancheng University is one of the top three in the country for my major, and applying to the other two was too risky.

Xiaoya rolled her eyes internally. Why won't you give up!

But now, most of the time, Xiaoya can complete an entire conversation for a card on her own. At night, sitting alone in front of her desk, she's able to write a full postcard.

Seeing this, Mo Yichen lifted her brows, saying, "So cool."

"Firstly, the school has rules which state a teacher cannot interfere in a student's choosing between the arts and the sciences. Secondly, but I have seniors who told me about your deeds in the past two years." Xiaoya then continued, "First you allow students to apply and put their names onto the transfer roster of your class. Then, if the student has a high average score, they would obviously get into your class. But, if their grades are just on the line, to you they're just dispensable. You'll check to see if any other of the honours class teachers are planning to accept them, and if no one accepts them, you'll go on to tell them that their exam score was too far from the line and there's nothing you an do about it.

Lu Xiaobei: What... do you think it's more respectable to have a girlfriend in one of the Top 2?

"That's none of my business," Xiaoya stated.

Xiaoya: Is this real?

Letter of Admission. Is this Lu Xiaobei's? Why wasn't it sent to her house?

"What is this?" Xiaoya looked at the name on the package, and it was indeed her own. She squeezed the big envelope, the insides were hard, like cardboard case, so she tore it open directly...

Xiaoya froze. Why was it Nancheng University? She thought Lu Xiaobei would be going to Beijing.

N/A

"Then give it to me. "Mr Nan's face held a faint smile.

Lu Xiaobei: Actually, I have some more good news for you. I was planning to tell you in a few days, but I want you to feel even happier right now.

Xiaoya and Mo Yichen walked together until they arrived at the intersection. From there, Mo Yichen walked to the bus stop, then too a bus straight home. Even though she asked her parents otherwise, they still insisted she should remain living at home and for the small house near the school to be rented out. Xiaoya turned around and made her own way home.

When school was over, everyone was packing up their book bags, and Xiaoya crumpled her exam papers, directly throwing them into the waste basket at the back of the class.

Xiaoya: Is this real?

Some of these words were already held back in Xiaoya's heart for far too long. "With class spy matter before, you not saying a fair word in my defence—fine. Maybe I had my own issues that made so many people suspect me. But this time???"

Xiaoya rolled her eyes internally. Why won't you give up!

Afterwards, their parents will come to see you and you'll just 'reluctantly' accept them. Mr Nan, does my family really seem like the type with money than they do sense to you?"

On the first floor of her apartment building, Xiaoya opens the mailbox where there were two PC postcards. The PC in full stood for postcrossing, which is a postcard mailing website. Everyone who registers on the website an sends a postcard can receive at least one postcard from someone else in another country.

Lu Xiaobei: I booked a ticket for a flight next weekend. Xiaoya, your vacation started. Come meet me at Nancheng airport.

On the first floor of her apartment building, Xiaoya opens the mailbox where there were two PC postcards. The PC in full stood for postcrossing, which is a postcard mailing website. Everyone who registers on the website an sends a postcard can receive at least one postcard from someone else in another country.

Mo Yichen: "Then why don't you tell Captain? Let him get transferred to a school in a village or something?"

Mo Yichen: "Then why don't you tell Captain? Let him get transferred to a school in a village or something?"

Lu Xiaobei: Nancheng University is one of the top three in the country for my major, and applying to the other two was too risky.

Seeing this, Mo Yichen lifted her brows, saying, "So cool."

Xiaoya rolled her eyes internally. Why won't you give up!

It was a recommendation she got from Lu Xiaobei as a way to practice her English.

Xiaoya: No, I just thought you would be going to Beijing.

! ! !

Xiaoya's voice was not loud, but there were still five or six students who had yet to leave the classroom at that moment, and things were very quiet, so there were some who stopped in their tracks to look her way.

Xiaoya froze. Why was it Nancheng University? She thought Lu Xiaobei would be going to Beijing.

"At least he's a teacher that graduated from a notable science program and has years of teaching experience. A teacher like that is still hard to come by in village schools. Some people have an easy live and still have enough energy to fix those things." Mo Yichen then added, "Maybe you don't have to say anything to Captain and he'll still end up going, hm?"

Xiaoya: "Before now, I always used to take them back home. I got two drawers filled with them, but I never cracked them open after that to read over even once."

"My apologies." After Xiaoya said this, she put on her backpack and left the classroom with Mo Yichen.

When Lu Xiaobei left, she gave Xiaoya four hundred and fifty stamps and airmail envelopes. Saying, "As long as you want to say it, want to write it, and desire it as deeply as you can, languages are the same."

Mo Yichen: "Didn't Mr Nan say to make a copy book with all the incorrect questions?"

Xiaoya: "Before now, I always used to take them back home. I got two drawers filled with them, but I never cracked them open after that to read over even once."

While reading a postcard, she walked to her family's apartment and opened the door. "Mom, I'm home."

Lu Xiaobei: Oh. I thought it'd arrive in a couple days. When I filled it out before I put your home address on it directly. I wanted you to be the first to know.

On the first floor of her apartment building, Xiaoya opens the mailbox where there were two PC postcards. The PC in full stood for postcrossing, which is a postcard mailing website. Everyone who registers on the website an sends a postcard can receive at least one postcard from someone else in another country.

"That's none of my business," Xiaoya stated.

Speaking of Mr. Caocao himself, and the teacher Xiaoya find the most disagreeable in the entire school, Mr Nan walked over to Xiaoya's desk, asking, "Yu Xiaoya, did you bring application form today?"

Because Xiaoya had so many stamps, there were a lot of foreign pals overseas willing to exchange postcards with her.

——Nancheng University Student Admissions Committee

Afterwards, their parents will come to see you and you'll just 'reluctantly' accept them. Mr Nan, does my family really seem like the type with money than they do sense to you?"

N/A

These postcard exchanges also required communication. In the beginning, Xiaoya used her phone to type the English sentences for her PC, having to open a translation app to correct any of her grammatical mistakes.

Xiaoya: "I already cut out a few of the incorrect questions and stuck them directly in my notebook. So if I ever need them, they be directly where I can see them." Besides, for those questions she got wrong, Lu Xiaobei knows how to explain it much clearer than her teacher.

Congratulations, you've been accepted to our school's Mathematics and Applied Mathematics Program. Please report to the school with this notice for registration.

Xiaoya froze. Why was it Nancheng University? She thought Lu Xiaobei would be going to Beijing.

Congratulations, you've been accepted to our school's Mathematics and Applied Mathematics Program. Please report to the school with this notice for registration.

"Firstly, the school has rules which state a teacher cannot interfere in a student's choosing between the arts and the sciences. Secondly, but I have seniors who told me about your deeds in the past two years." Xiaoya then continued, "First you allow students to apply and put their names onto the transfer roster of your class. Then, if the student has a high average score, they would obviously get into your class. But, if their grades are just on the line, to you they're just dispensable. You'll check to see if any other of the honours class teachers are planning to accept them, and if no one accepts them, you'll go on to tell them that their exam score was too far from the line and there's nothing you an do about it.

"Firstly, the school has rules which state a teacher cannot interfere in a student's choosing between the arts and the sciences. Secondly, but I have seniors who told me about your deeds in the past two years." Xiaoya then continued, "First you allow students to apply and put their names onto the transfer roster of your class. Then, if the student has a high average score, they would obviously get into your class. But, if their grades are just on the line, to you they're just dispensable. You'll check to see if any other of the honours class teachers are planning to accept them, and if no one accepts them, you'll go on to tell them that their exam score was too far from the line and there's nothing you an do about it.

"What is this?" Xiaoya looked at the name on the package, and it was indeed her own. She squeezed the big envelope, the insides were hard, like cardboard case, so she tore it open directly...

But now, most of the time, Xiaoya can complete an entire conversation for a card on her own. At night, sitting alone in front of her desk, she's able to write a full postcard.

"Firstly, the school has rules which state a teacher cannot interfere in a student's choosing between the arts and the sciences. Secondly, but I have seniors who told me about your deeds in the past two years." Xiaoya then continued, "First you allow students to apply and put their names onto the transfer roster of your class. Then, if the student has a high average score, they would obviously get into your class. But, if their grades are just on the line, to you they're just dispensable. You'll check to see if any other of the honours class teachers are planning to accept them, and if no one accepts them, you'll go on to tell them that their exam score was too far from the line and there's nothing you an do about it.

While reading a postcard, she walked to her family's apartment and opened the door. "Mom, I'm home."

! ! !

But Xiaoya added, "I already gave to Miss Xu from class one." Miss Xu was the female teacher who was in charge of the winter camp, in addition to being one of the head teacher of he grade two liberal arts classes. Xiaoya also like her a lot.

"My apologies." After Xiaoya said this, she put on her backpack and left the classroom with Mo Yichen.

Xiaoya then inspected the quality of the admissions letter, which did not look fake so she ripped it open quickly—

Miss Lu Xiaobei (ID number: XXXX)

Xiaoya's mother was sitting on the sofa. Seeing Xiaoya returned, she pointed to the entryway. "You got a package."

Xiaoya was stunned, muttering, "I didn't buy anything..." With the postcard in her hand it was not easy to open the package, so she just took it to her room.

"What is this?" Xiaoya looked at the name on the package, and it was indeed her own. She squeezed the big envelope, the insides were hard, like cardboard case, so she tore it open directly...

It was a recommendation she got from Lu Xiaobei as a way to practice her English.

"Then give it to me. "Mr Nan's face held a faint smile.

Xiaoya: Captain! Captain! I just got this. [pic]

"That's none of my business," Xiaoya stated.

But now, most of the time, Xiaoya can complete an entire conversation for a card on her own. At night, sitting alone in front of her desk, she's able to write a full postcard.

Xiaoya was stunned, muttering, "I didn't buy anything..." With the postcard in her hand it was not easy to open the package, so she just took it to her room.

Letter of...

"I applied to be transferred to the liberal arts course." Xiaoya rested the school bag she was holding in her hands on the desk then added, "Mr Nan, you want to snatch the wool as well as not putting in the energy required to catch the sheepT/n: (for the entire sentence) take advantage/use loopholes or scheming to reap benefits. His grift will be explained below. Also note Xiaoya is using polite terms when speaking to him., guess it's time for a replacement, huh? Is it because I seem obedient, and easy to persuade?"

"At least he's a teacher that graduated from a notable science program and has years of teaching experience. A teacher like that is still hard to come by in village schools. Some people have an easy live and still have enough energy to fix those things." Mo Yichen then added, "Maybe you don't have to say anything to Captain and he'll still end up going, hm?"

"What is this?" Xiaoya looked at the name on the package, and it was indeed her own. She squeezed the big envelope, the insides were hard, like cardboard case, so she tore it open directly...

"That's none of my business," Xiaoya stated.

Xiaoya's mother was sitting on the sofa. Seeing Xiaoya returned, she pointed to the entryway. "You got a package."

Lu Xiaobei: Actually, I have some more good news for you. I was planning to tell you in a few days, but I want you to feel even happier right now.

Speaking of Mr. Caocao himself, and the teacher Xiaoya find the most disagreeable in the entire school, Mr Nan walked over to Xiaoya's desk, asking, "Yu Xiaoya, did you bring application form today?"

"Then give it to me. "Mr Nan's face held a faint smile.

But Xiaoya added, "I already gave to Miss Xu from class one." Miss Xu was the female teacher who was in charge of the winter camp, in addition to being one of the head teacher of he grade two liberal arts classes. Xiaoya also like her a lot.

Xiaoya: Why is it Nancheng University?

! ! !

She then replied, "I brought it."

"I applied to be transferred to the liberal arts course." Xiaoya rested the school bag she was holding in her hands on the desk then added, "Mr Nan, you want to snatch the wool as well as not putting in the energy required to catch the sheepT/n: (for the entire sentence) take advantage/use loopholes or scheming to reap benefits. His grift will be explained below. Also note Xiaoya is using polite terms when speaking to him., guess it's time for a replacement, huh? Is it because I seem obedient, and easy to persuade?"

Miss Lu Xiaobei (ID number: XXXX)

Xiaoya rolled her eyes internally. Why won't you give up!

"What is this?" Xiaoya looked at the name on the package, and it was indeed her own. She squeezed the big envelope, the insides were hard, like cardboard case, so she tore it open directly...

Mo Yichen: "Didn't Mr Nan say to make a copy book with all the incorrect questions?"

Lu Xiaobei: Nancheng University is one of the top three in the country for my major, and applying to the other two was too risky.

Letter of Admission. Is this Lu Xiaobei's? Why wasn't it sent to her house?

Speaking of Mr. Caocao himself, and the teacher Xiaoya find the most disagreeable in the entire school, Mr Nan walked over to Xiaoya's desk, asking, "Yu Xiaoya, did you bring application form today?"

Xiaoya then inspected the quality of the admissions letter, which did not look fake so she ripped it open quickly—

"I applied to be transferred to the liberal arts course." Xiaoya rested the school bag she was holding in her hands on the desk then added, "Mr Nan, you want to snatch the wool as well as not putting in the energy required to catch the sheepT/n: (for the entire sentence) take advantage/use loopholes or scheming to reap benefits. His grift will be explained below. Also note Xiaoya is using polite terms when speaking to him., guess it's time for a replacement, huh? Is it because I seem obedient, and easy to persuade?"

Miss Lu Xiaobei (ID number: XXXX)

Xiaoya froze. Why was it Nancheng University? She thought Lu Xiaobei would be going to Beijing.

Congratulations, you've been accepted to our school's Mathematics and Applied Mathematics Program. Please report to the school with this notice for registration.

Xiaoya: Captain! Captain! I just got this. [pic]

Because Xiaoya had so many stamps, there were a lot of foreign pals overseas willing to exchange postcards with her.

Because Xiaoya had so many stamps, there were a lot of foreign pals overseas willing to exchange postcards with her.

——Nancheng University Student Admissions Committee

Xiaoya then inspected the quality of the admissions letter, which did not look fake so she ripped it open quickly—

It was a recommendation she got from Lu Xiaobei as a way to practice her English.

"My apologies." After Xiaoya said this, she put on her backpack and left the classroom with Mo Yichen.

Mo Yichen: "Then why don't you tell Captain? Let him get transferred to a school in a village or something?"

Lu Xiaobei: What... do you think it's more respectable to have a girlfriend in one of the Top 2?

Xiaoya froze. Why was it Nancheng University? She thought Lu Xiaobei would be going to Beijing.

Xiaoya rolled her eyes internally. Why won't you give up!

Xiaoya: Is this real?

Lu Xiaobei: What... do you think it's more respectable to have a girlfriend in one of the Top 2?

On QQ.

Lu Xiaobei: Actually, I have some more good news for you. I was planning to tell you in a few days, but I want you to feel even happier right now.

Xiaoya: Captain! Captain! I just got this. [pic]

Having no response for a while, Mr Nan then said, "You could've just handed the application to me directly."

Lu Xiaobei: Of course, it's real. Is Nancheng University not good?

Mo Yichen: "Then why don't you tell Captain? Let him get transferred to a school in a village or something?"

"What is this?" Xiaoya looked at the name on the package, and it was indeed her own. She squeezed the big envelope, the insides were hard, like cardboard case, so she tore it open directly...

Xiaoya froze. Why was it Nancheng University? She thought Lu Xiaobei would be going to Beijing.

Lu Xiaobei: Oh. I thought it'd arrive in a couple days. When I filled it out before I put your home address on it directly. I wanted you to be the first to know.

Miss Lu Xiaobei (ID number: XXXX)

Xiaoya was typing with tears in her eyes at this point: No, no way. It's just you staying in Nancheng means we'll be able to meet each other often. Nothing can beat that.

Having no response for a while, Mr Nan then said, "You could've just handed the application to me directly."

When Lu Xiaobei left, she gave Xiaoya four hundred and fifty stamps and airmail envelopes. Saying, "As long as you want to say it, want to write it, and desire it as deeply as you can, languages are the same."

"Firstly, the school has rules which state a teacher cannot interfere in a student's choosing between the arts and the sciences. Secondly, but I have seniors who told me about your deeds in the past two years." Xiaoya then continued, "First you allow students to apply and put their names onto the transfer roster of your class. Then, if the student has a high average score, they would obviously get into your class. But, if their grades are just on the line, to you they're just dispensable. You'll check to see if any other of the honours class teachers are planning to accept them, and if no one accepts them, you'll go on to tell them that their exam score was too far from the line and there's nothing you an do about it.

Xiaoya then inspected the quality of the admissions letter, which did not look fake so she ripped it open quickly—

Xiaoya: Was it because of me?

Xiaoya: Is this real?

"No. I chose liberal arts and he teaches chemistry so I probably won't ever meet him again. But I'm not happy when I think about him getting more experience over the years, and him teaching more honours classes in the future year after year. He's going to wreck even more younger students."

These postcard exchanges also required communication. In the beginning, Xiaoya used her phone to type the English sentences for her PC, having to open a translation app to correct any of her grammatical mistakes.

Letter of...

Xiaoya rolled her eyes internally. Why won't you give up!

Afterwards, their parents will come to see you and you'll just 'reluctantly' accept them. Mr Nan, does my family really seem like the type with money than they do sense to you?"

Xiaoya: Why is it Nancheng University?

Xiaoya: "Before now, I always used to take them back home. I got two drawers filled with them, but I never cracked them open after that to read over even once."

Lu Xiaobei: Of course, it's real. Is Nancheng University not good?

When Xiaoya and Mo Yichen had walked far enough, Mo Yichen asked, "Has your anger subsided?"

But now, most of the time, Xiaoya can complete an entire conversation for a card on her own. At night, sitting alone in front of her desk, she's able to write a full postcard.

Letter of...

Seeing this, Mo Yichen lifted her brows, saying, "So cool."

Some of these words were already held back in Xiaoya's heart for far too long. "With class spy matter before, you not saying a fair word in my defence—fine. Maybe I had my own issues that made so many people suspect me. But this time???"

Letter of Admission. Is this Lu Xiaobei's? Why wasn't it sent to her house?

Xiaoya and Mo Yichen walked together until they arrived at the intersection. From there, Mo Yichen walked to the bus stop, then too a bus straight home. Even though she asked her parents otherwise, they still insisted she should remain living at home and for the small house near the school to be rented out. Xiaoya turned around and made her own way home.

Xiaoya: No, I just thought you would be going to Beijing.

"My apologies." After Xiaoya said this, she put on her backpack and left the classroom with Mo Yichen.

"I applied to be transferred to the liberal arts course." Xiaoya rested the school bag she was holding in her hands on the desk then added, "Mr Nan, you want to snatch the wool as well as not putting in the energy required to catch the sheepT/n: (for the entire sentence) take advantage/use loopholes or scheming to reap benefits. His grift will be explained below. Also note Xiaoya is using polite terms when speaking to him., guess it's time for a replacement, huh? Is it because I seem obedient, and easy to persuade?"

Xiaoya: "I already cut out a few of the incorrect questions and stuck them directly in my notebook. So if I ever need them, they be directly where I can see them." Besides, for those questions she got wrong, Lu Xiaobei knows how to explain it much clearer than her teacher.

Lu Xiaobei: Nancheng University is one of the top three in the country for my major, and applying to the other two was too risky.

N/A

Xiaoya: Was it because of me?

Lu Xiaobei: Of course, it's real. Is Nancheng University not good?

Xiaoya: Captain! Captain! I just got this. [pic]

But Xiaoya added, "I already gave to Miss Xu from class one." Miss Xu was the female teacher who was in charge of the winter camp, in addition to being one of the head teacher of he grade two liberal arts classes. Xiaoya also like her a lot.

Xiaoya: Why is it Nancheng University?

N/A

Just as she sent it, Xiaoya deleted it, having no idea if Lu Xiaobei saw it.

Some of these words were already held back in Xiaoya's heart for far too long. "With class spy matter before, you not saying a fair word in my defence—fine. Maybe I had my own issues that made so many people suspect me. But this time???"

When school was over, everyone was packing up their book bags, and Xiaoya crumpled her exam papers, directly throwing them into the waste basket at the back of the class.

But now, most of the time, Xiaoya can complete an entire conversation for a card on her own. At night, sitting alone in front of her desk, she's able to write a full postcard.

Lu Xiaobei: What... do you think it's more respectable to have a girlfriend in one of the Top 2?

Letter of Admission. Is this Lu Xiaobei's? Why wasn't it sent to her house?

Mo Yichen: "Then why don't you tell Captain? Let him get transferred to a school in a village or something?"

It was a recommendation she got from Lu Xiaobei as a way to practice her English.

Xiaoya was typing with tears in her eyes at this point: No, no way. It's just you staying in Nancheng means we'll be able to meet each other often. Nothing can beat that.

These postcard exchanges also required communication. In the beginning, Xiaoya used her phone to type the English sentences for her PC, having to open a translation app to correct any of her grammatical mistakes.

Lu Xiaobei: What... do you think it's more respectable to have a girlfriend in one of the Top 2?

When school was over, everyone was packing up their book bags, and Xiaoya crumpled her exam papers, directly throwing them into the waste basket at the back of the class.

When Lu Xiaobei left, she gave Xiaoya four hundred and fifty stamps and airmail envelopes. Saying, "As long as you want to say it, want to write it, and desire it as deeply as you can, languages are the same."

Xiaoya was stunned, muttering, "I didn't buy anything..." With the postcard in her hand it was not easy to open the package, so she just took it to her room.

Letter of Admission. Is this Lu Xiaobei's? Why wasn't it sent to her house?

"I applied to be transferred to the liberal arts course." Xiaoya rested the school bag she was holding in her hands on the desk then added, "Mr Nan, you want to snatch the wool as well as not putting in the energy required to catch the sheepT/n: (for the entire sentence) take advantage/use loopholes or scheming to reap benefits. His grift will be explained below. Also note Xiaoya is using polite terms when speaking to him., guess it's time for a replacement, huh? Is it because I seem obedient, and easy to persuade?"

Lu Xiaobei: Actually, I have some more good news for you. I was planning to tell you in a few days, but I want you to feel even happier right now.

Xiaoya was typing with tears in her eyes at this point: No, no way. It's just you staying in Nancheng means we'll be able to meet each other often. Nothing can beat that.

"No. I chose liberal arts and he teaches chemistry so I probably won't ever meet him again. But I'm not happy when I think about him getting more experience over the years, and him teaching more honours classes in the future year after year. He's going to wreck even more younger students."

It was a recommendation she got from Lu Xiaobei as a way to practice her English.

When Xiaoya and Mo Yichen had walked far enough, Mo Yichen asked, "Has your anger subsided?"

Xiaoya was stunned, muttering, "I didn't buy anything..." With the postcard in her hand it was not easy to open the package, so she just took it to her room.

Xiaoya: What is it?

Xiaoya and Mo Yichen walked together until they arrived at the intersection. From there, Mo Yichen walked to the bus stop, then too a bus straight home. Even though she asked her parents otherwise, they still insisted she should remain living at home and for the small house near the school to be rented out. Xiaoya turned around and made her own way home.

Lu Xiaobei: I booked a ticket for a flight next weekend. Xiaoya, your vacation started. Come meet me at Nancheng airport.

Xiaoya: Was it because of me?

"Then give it to me. "Mr Nan's face held a faint smile.

Xiaoya's voice was not loud, but there were still five or six students who had yet to leave the classroom at that moment, and things were very quiet, so there were some who stopped in their tracks to look her way.

When Lu Xiaobei left, she gave Xiaoya four hundred and fifty stamps and airmail envelopes. Saying, "As long as you want to say it, want to write it, and desire it as deeply as you can, languages are the same."

Mo Yichen: "Didn't Mr Nan say to make a copy book with all the incorrect questions?"