Wulin No.1 Middle School

A day later, the results of the monthly exam were released, and the exciting moment had arrived.

Wu Chenggang walked into class A with a serious expression, glancing around with eyes that could kill, and then fell silent for a long time.

It felt like the calm before the storm.

The students dared not speak, waiting quietly for the impending storm.

“Are you still playing? Keep playing then.” Wu Chenggang slammed the textbook onto the table, “Do you have no shame after performing so poorly? Only two of you made it to the top ten in the grade! We are class A, is it not embarrassing to tell others about this? I can’t even face my colleagues in the office anymore!” Wu Chenggang was fuming with anger, “I will talk to each of you later, let’s start class first.”

Compared to the quiet atmosphere here, the classrooms downstairs were much livelier, especially class F.

Zhang Wei ran into the classroom from outside, still holding a test paper, and stood on the podium laughing so hard that he couldn’t stand straight: “Classmates, be quiet, the new zero-point essay is out, guess whose it is?”

Someone raised their hand to guess, but Zhang Wei interrupted him, “Yes, that’s right. It’s from our classmate, Yu Tingfeng!”

Suddenly called out, Yu Tingfeng was stunned: “What is this? Zero points?”

Zhang Wei laughed so hard that he couldn’t speak, and handed the paper over, “Come on, let’s have fun together, anyway, I can’t even read it out loud.”

The students scrambled to take a look, and soon, the classroom was filled with bursts of laughter.

The essay prompt was a comic, with a person in the upper half of the picture cutting down a tree, and the lower half of the picture showing the person getting blown into a tree pit by the wind and sand. The requirement was to write a composition of at least 800 words based on the cartoon and could be about any topic.

Most of the students focused on issues such as environmental protection, but there were also a few exceptions who went off-topic. However, Yu Tingfeng who went so far off-topic, was rare.

“Logging is Tiring”

Man: It’s cloudy today, a good day for logging.

Tree: I am a hundred-year-old tree spirit, formed by absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. No one can shake me, you little bastard, don’t even think about hurting me.

Man: Take my Dragon Breaking Sword! No one can withstand my Dragon Breaking Sword. Surrender now!

Tree: O h no! (spits blood)~ What a powerful sword technique, is this the long-lost Dragon Breaking Sword of the martial world? I’m going to die, even if I become a ghost, I won’t let you go.

Fifty years later, the man couldn’t swing his sword anymore, and logging had become increasingly difficult. As he chopped down the last tree, he fell into a big pit. He guessed it might be the tree coming to seek revenge.

At the last moment of his life, he looked at the sunset and touched his treasured sword. If possible, he wanted to bid farewell to his old friend: “My friend, you’ve worked hard these years. Logging is really tiring, so tiring, so tiring, so tiring, so tiring (543 words omitted)… Goodbye.”

Exactly 800 words.

Zhang Wei laughed so hard that tears were about to fall: “Boss, I call this a zero-point masterpiece. It should be hung on the bulletin board for everyone to admire. It asked you to write based on the comic, not to write dialogue directly!”

“Hahaha, I can’t stop laughing. Yu Tingfeng, you’re really fucking talented.”

“Hahaha, I really want to know how the teacher feels when grading this.”

“Dragon Breaking Sword hahaha, I really want to know what kind of sword technique is your Dragon Breaking Sword.”

The classmates laughed heartily, and Yu Tingfeng took back his answer sheet, looking serious: “The Dragon Breaking Sword should not be easily shown to others.”

Sun Yicheng looked sincere: “Boss, you wrote so well. You really went all out for the exam and even leaked your skills.”

The crowd was quiet for a few seconds, then laughed even louder.

“Class is starting, everyone goes back to their seats.” The young female teacher walked in with the test papers in her hand, maintaining discipline before starting to talk about the results of the exam. Her gaze couldn’t help but look to the side, “Pfftt, pfftt.”

Yu Tingfeng: “…”

After class, Zhang Wei led them to the bulletin board on the first floor to see the grades. Finally, the top student of Class F had made into the top 300 of the grade, which was truly a cause for celebration.

“Let me see who’s first in the grade.” Zhang Wei stood on tiptoe and looked for a long time in the back of the crowd before finally seeing the name. “Huh? It’s not Song Zhaolan? How many points did he score?”

Not just him, the other classmates were also interested in the first place. Although it was difficult for someone to maintain the top spot, Song Zhaolan’s drop in ranking was too extreme!

“Ninety-nine?!” Zhang Wei couldn’t believe it.

“What’s going on with Song Zhaolan?” Others murmured.

Zhang Wei glanced at Yu Tingfeng and found the culprit. It must be because these two were dating that Song Zhaolan’s grades had dropped.

As expected of the boss, his pretty boy scheme is really 666.

***TLN: 666 means cool

The overall grades of class A had dropped, especially the small group of Song Zhaolan, which gave the homeroom teacher and subject teachers a headache. They were determined not to let this continue.

“Come on, all of you, tell me why you did so poorly this time?” The homeroom teacher called them to the office for a talk.

“I haven’t fully understood everything.” Song Zhaolan pointed to his head. “Some things still don’t belong to me entirely. Give me some time, I need to slowly comprehend them.”

Xue Canming said: “I just…don’t understand English, and I can’t even solve solid geometry. It’s just a few lines, what’s there to solve?”

Zhao Mingdeng touched his head: “I still want to go back to the temple in the future.”

Yu Xiaohui said: “I have something more important to do than studying.”

“I…I shouldn’t have taken the exam in Class F.” Wu Xiaoyu said.

One by one, Wu Chenggang was getting so angry that he said, “Don’t give me excuses. From today on, I will monitor your studying. If you don’t improve next time, I’ll have to call your parents. And Zhao Mingdeng, grow your hair for me! The school rules say that you can’t have long hair, but it doesn’t mean you have to shave it off directly, right?”

Zhao Mingdeng defended himself: “Head can be cut, and blood can be shed, but the bald head must be kept. This is my last shred of dignity, please understand, teacher.”

Others spoke up: “Teacher, don’t make things difficult for him. It’s not easy for him, do you know how hard he worked for this head of his?”

Wu Chenggang: “…………”

On the way back to the classroom, everyone was downcast. Suddenly, Song Zhaolan suggested, “Let’s have a meeting.”

Once again, they gathered on the rooftop, the main topic of the martial arts conference this time was– how to study.

Yu Xiaohui was the first to object: “Leader, my ambition is not here. I still want to expand my sect. Studying is too much of a waste of my time.”

Zhao Mingdeng was also somewhat conflicted: “This poor monk also needs to continue practicing the Heart Sutra and achieve enlightenment…”

The master of Wuji Sword Villa: “Actually, I also want to revive our sect and restore our martial arts.”

The owner of Banshan Pavilion: “I also want…”

Song Zhaolan looked at the others and asked: “What are your thoughts?”

Xue Canming scratched his head: “I’m just a junior of the Qingtong sect. How can I start my own sect alone? I’ll follow you, Leader. Whatever you ask me to do, I’ll do it.”

Wu Xiaoyu sighed: “I do want to shoulder the responsibility of revitalizing the Beggar’s Sect, but there are too few beggars in this world. It seems that I’m not needed. Besides, I got a high score on my essay this time. It seems that my nostalgia for Lianshan moved the teachers.”

The owner of Xuanwen Tower said, “It doesn’t matter, Leader, you decide.”

Song Zhaolan said: “Now that there is no longer a martial arts alliance, it’s uncertain whether we can go back. But I think the most important thing is to deal with the immediate problem, which is learning. Since you all have your own ideas, you don’t have to ask for my opinion on everything. Just do it according to your own thoughts.”

The group of people left with their own thoughts. Song Zhaolan waited for a while until they were all gone before turning around and walking to the other side.

Yu Tingfeng, who was sitting against the wall, was surprised, “Not bad, you have good skills. I deliberately lowered my voice, but you still heard me?”

“I didn’t hear you.” Song Zhaolan took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and sat down next to him.

Yu Tingfeng asked, “So you just wanted to find a place to crack melon seeds?”

Song Zhaolan didn’t answer, but Yu Tingfeng had already guessed.

After a moment of silence, Yu Tingfeng asked: “Are you going to disband?”

“I don’t know,” Song Zhaolan asked, “What about you? Why are you here alone eating melon seeds?”

“You need to understand that I’m only here to get some fresh air, not to eat melon seeds!” Yu Tingfeng was just tired of being laughed at by his classmates and wanted to find a quiet place to relax. He didn’t expect to overhear their conversation as soon as he sat down.

“Is learning really that important?”

“Oh.” Song Zhaolan said, “It should be. Otherwise, why would so many people stay in school? And why would so many people serve us? Isn’t it proof that being a student is actually a great profession?”

Yu Tingfeng couldn’t find words to refute and asked, “Then how did you get ranked 99th? Why were you able to answer so many questions?”

Song Zhaolan replied: “Because some things are already engraved in my mind, as if they have become a part of my body. The original owner of this body must have loved learning very much, I just haven’t fully mastered it yet, and some memories have also disappeared. But by reading more books, I should be able to understand everything after a while. By the way, don’t you have these kinds of memories in your body?”

Yu Tingfeng replied, “…”

All his memories were about playing games.

No wonder he was able to pick up games so quickly after he got his hands on his phone.

“What about others? The bald donkey from Shaolin Temple did okay on the test. Doesn’t he have relevant memories?” Yu Tingfeng asked again.

“He does, but his mind is full of Buddhist scriptures, so he neglected them. Similarly, the others are the same,” Song Zhaolan said. “Have you noticed that many memories have become clearer now, and many things about this world are self-explanatory now?”

Yu Tingfeng nodded thoughtfully. As he was contemplating, he heard a crunching sound beside him and asked curiously, “Where did you get the melon seeds from?”

Song Zhaolan replied, “Crunch, crunch.”

Yu Tingfeng shrugged his shoulders and said, “…Give me some.”

Song Zhaolan reached out to him and suddenly said, “I can give you all of these, but can you promise me one thing?”

“What?”

“The Dragon Breaking Sword, can you demonstrate it for me?”

“…,” Yu Tingfeng stood up and walked away.

Song Zhaolan caught up with him and said, “Why have I never heard of your Dragon Breaking Sword before? Are you hiding your true strength? You only need to demonstrate it once, and all of these melon seeds will be yours.”

The author has something to say:

Yu Tingfeng: Don’t covet my skills. If you have the ability, why don’t you covet my body instead?

Song Zhaolan: Crunch, crunch.