Chapter 100: The Madness of the End, Exposed (Requesting Subscriptions!)

Li Heng found Zhang Zhiyong and asked, “Where’s your college preference form? Give it to me.”

Zhang Zhiyong waved his hand. “I already turned it in.”

Li Heng asked, “You already turned it in? What did you put?”

Zhang Zhiyong said, “Beijing Forestry University.”

Li Heng asked, “What’s your second choice?”

Zhang Zhiyong smirked. “No need to ask—I filled it out just like you. Second choice is obviously Shanghai.”

Li Heng was speechless; this guy really was stubborn.

But upon closer thought, with Old Yong’s mock exam scores hovering around 210th in the entire school, Beijing Forestry University wasn’t out of reach.

After all, Class 204 was packed with the city’s top students; even if this idiot ranked last in class, he was still mid-to-upper tier school-wide—and still better than the top students from ordinary county high schools.

Of course, that only applied to “ordinary” cases; the absolute elite who returned to County No. 1 High were clearly Tsinghua or Peking University material, nothing Zhang Zhiyong could match.

Zou Ai had perfect timing and also applied to Renmin University.

When Zou Ai and Liu Li discovered each other’s college choices, sparks of unspoken understanding flashed in both their eyes.

Zou Ai snorted twice, deliberately speaking in a sinister tone: “Liu Li, huh? Looks like we’re destined for a muscle contest in college.”

Liu Li, however, took it calmly. “Let’s get in first. If we don’t make it, we won’t even see each other’s shadows—someone else will get the advantage.”

Zou Ai fell silent for a long while, then sighed sadly: “You’re right. With our scores, we really need to grit our teeth and push one last time.”

Li Heng comforted them from the side: “Actually, it’s not bad—you still have a good chance.”

After all, you're both among the top 15 liberal arts students—if Renmin University is out of reach, then what's the point of being in a key class at a key school?

Liu Yejiang either was stubborn or had lost his mind—he actually applied to Peking University.

Teacher Wang Qi, after seeing his form, immediately called the fool into her office for a two-hour lecture.

But Liu Yejiang wouldn’t listen—he insisted on applying to Peking University.

The homeroom teacher was at her wit’s end. She first screamed at him, then summoned school administrators, and even went to his home to bring his parents in.

After two days of chaos, his mother finally begged and cried until he changed his application to Renmin University.

Teacher Wang Qi was frustrated again: why were four top students in her class applying to Renmin? Was it really that popular?

When Zou Ai and Liu Li heard the news, they felt like they’d swallowed garbage.

Zou Ai even gritted his teeth: “Liu Li, how about we mask up this weekend and break his legs? He’s driving me insane—just thinking about having to see this pile of dog shit in college makes me lose my appetite.”

Liu Li clicked his tongue. “Yeah, it’s annoying—but that’s a crime.”

Without surprise, Teacher Wang Qi called Chen Lijun, Liu Li, Zou Ai, and Liu Yejiang one by one into her office, trying to persuade one or two to change their choices.

Like switching to Fudan.

Or Shanghai Jiao Tong University.

Both were fine options—no worse in prestige than Renmin.

But Liu Li, Zou Ai, and Liu Yejiang dug in their heels—none would back down, all insisting on Renmin.

Chen Lijun refused even more stubbornly; she’d long admired Renmin and had made it her lifelong goal.

Seeing this, Teacher Wang Qi waved her hand dismissively: “Go back to class. The Gaokao’s near—I don’t want to ruin your mindset at the last minute. It’s not worth it.”

Teacher Yang from Class 205, who’d watched the whole scene, burst out laughing as usual and mocked Wang Qi:

“Old Wang, your discipline’s still sloppy. Look at your class—Li Heng likes Song Yu and’s chasing her to Peking University.”

“Now you’ve got three dragons fighting over a phoenix. What kind of mess is this? Pure moral decay.”

Teacher Wang Qi, who’d been about to light a cigarette, froze mid-motion: “Is Li Heng really dating Song Yu?”

Teacher Yang shook his head. “I can’t confirm that—I wouldn’t dare say anything without proof. I just heard a bit from your Chinese teacher.”

The Chinese teacher was the vice principal.

Teacher Wang Qi thought for a moment, then said: “Go back to your office. I need to talk to Li Heng.”

Teacher Yang refused to leave. “Talk all you want—I won’t get in your way. Let me watch. This kind of scene doesn’t happen often.”

Teacher Wang Qi knew his nature. Since he wouldn’t leave, he stopped arguing, walked to the classroom door, gave the entire room a deathly stare until everyone fell silent and shivered, then called out to Li Heng:

“Li Heng, come to my office.”

Li Heng was reviewing second-year history. He paused, thought of Zhang Zhiyong’s loud outburst, then wrote a note to his desk-mate: If I die, bury me.

He slipped the note quietly onto Song Yu’s open textbook, then stood and walked into the eunuch’s office.

Song Yu read the note instantly and understood—he knew the homeroom teacher had called him because of her.

Song Yu finished reading the note and instantly understood what he meant; she also guessed that the homeroom teacher had called him about her.

Li Heng politely greeted both teachers.

Teacher Wang Qi pointed to an empty chair. “Close the door. Come sit.”

Li Heng closed the door, sat down without ceremony on the opposite rattan chair, and calmly endured the two teachers’ scrutiny.

Teacher Wang Qi lit his cigarette again, puffing steadily, smoke curling around him, yet his eyes never left Li Heng.

This was the eunuch’s usual tactic.

He wouldn’t speak at first—using silence to pressure, ensuring his next words would land exactly as intended.

But Teacher Yang from Class 205 couldn’t hold back. He sized Li Heng up and said: “Old Wang, you’ve got to admit—your class is full of talent.”

“Li Heng’s gotten even more refined. His aura feels like he’s been reborn. Am I imagining things?”

Teacher Wang Qi flicked ash with his pinky. “You’re not imagining it. His aura really has improved—otherwise, I wouldn’t have intercepted seven love letters this semester alone.”

Teacher Wang Qi flicked ash with her pinky, “Should be right—her aura really has improved; otherwise, I’d have intercepted seven love letters before this semester even ended.”

He took another drag, then asked: “Do you know why I called you here?”

Li Heng shook his head.

Teacher Wang Qi asked: “Have any girls shown interest in you lately?”

Li Heng shook his head again.

Teacher Wang Qi pressed: “Then have you shown interest in any other girls?”

Li Heng: “...”

Though both knew the truth, he couldn’t admit it outright: “No.”

Teacher Wang Qi shifted his rattan chair closer. “Other classes are saying you like Song Yu. Is that true?”

Li Heng played dumb: “Huh? Is that really happening? No way. If there’s gossip, it’s just because people envy me sitting next to Song Yu.”

Teacher Wang Qi studied him for a moment, then said: “Fine. Go back to class. Switch seats with Sun Manning. Sit with Mai Sui. Let Song Yu sit with Sun Manning.”

This move was deadly. Li Heng instantly lost his composure, pleading: “No, Teacher, please don’t. The Gaokao’s coming—switching desks now will wreck my mindset.”

Teacher Wang Qi smiled. “So you do like Song Yu?”

Seeing both teachers watching him with smirks, Li Heng thought carefully and asked: “If I admit I like her, you won’t make me switch?”

Teacher Yang pointed at him. “See? The fox’s tail’s finally out. I told you this kid’s up to something with Song Yu.”

Perhaps because the Gaokao was near, or because both Li Heng and Song Yu were top students, Teacher Wang Qi softened his tone, speaking earnestly:

“It’s fine to like her—but promise me you won’t bother her before the Gaokao. You’ve waited this long. Can you hold on a little longer?”

At this point, Li Heng couldn’t treat his teacher like a fool. He nodded seriously: “Teacher, rest assured. I know what to do.”

Since it had come to this, Li Heng could no longer treat his teacher as a fool; he nodded seriously and said, “Teacher, rest assured—I know what to do.”

Seeing his commitment, Teacher Wang Qi visibly relaxed, took another drag, and said: “You two—one elegant as orchid, one refined and scholarly—you’re perfectly matched. If you both get into Peking University and meet again on campus, it’d be a beautiful story.”

“All the teachers would cheer for you. So in these final days, push harder—don’t slack off.”

In the past, or with anyone else, he’d have smashed the relationship outright.

But now, Teacher Wang Qi adapted—choosing persuasion over force, depending on the person and timing.

“Thank you, Teacher!”

This thanks was sincere—from the heart.

Over the past few years, Teacher Wang Qi had always treated him with special care. While others were scolded into tears, he was always spoken to gently. Hearts are made of flesh—who can’t tell kindness from cruelty?

After discussing Song Yu, the two teachers launched into a long, enthusiastic praise of Peking University, aiming to fire his ambition.

The conversation lasted about twenty minutes. When Li Heng returned, Song Yu hesitated, then slipped him a note: Did the teacher give you trouble?

Li Heng replied: Yes. He forbade me from bothering you until college. Said I should launch my assault then. He actually thinks highly of us.

Li Heng replied: Yes, he forbade me to bother you in high school and told me to launch my campaign in college—yeah, he seems quite optimistic about us.

She realized she shouldn’t have asked such a caring question.

This guy had a thousand cunning tricks—he knew how to exploit every opening.

She wondered: where had the shy, reserved Li Heng gone?

Why had he changed so much this semester?

Had it been because Zi Jin went to Beijing, and he’d finally broken free?

Could it be that after Zijin went to Jingcheng, he finally unleashed his true nature?

June’s weather was growing hotter by the day.

As the Gaokao drew nearer, the school canceled morning exercises and eye exercises. An invisible pressure had spread through the entire senior class, suffocating everyone.

The atmosphere had split into two extremes.

Those who worked hard became even more relentless—studying during class, during breaks, while walking, eating, even sleeping. This obsessive, neurotic grind made weaker students panic even more; with no choice, they gritted their teeth and joined the ascetic ranks.

In contrast, the number of students strolling the playground or playing basketball suddenly increased. Some did it to relieve stress; others—boys and girls who’d never dared get close—suddenly grew intimate, sensing that if they didn’t act now, they’d never get another chance.

And so it was with Li Heng, Song Yu, and Mai Sui. For several days straight, every time they opened their desks, they found love letters—no one knew how they’d gotten in.

It felt like these people had supernatural powers—more impressive than Sun Wukong’s seventy-two transformations.

They seemed all-powerful, even more fucking impressive than Sun Wukong with his seventy-two transformations.

Teacher Wang Qi, who played the role of a scout every day, was now on high alert; he arrived at the classroom first every morning, rummaging through the desks and books of the three of them, and was caught in the act several times.

At this moment, Jiuxiansui merely gave an awkward glance, then carried on as if nothing had happened, flipping through his book undisturbed.

On the busiest day, Li Heng found two letters in his books, Song Yu found two, and Mai Sui also had two.

Teacher Wang Qi held up the six letters of different colors, triumphant as if he had won a battle, and said to the three of them:

“Hey, if you want them, come find me after the college entrance exam—I’ll keep them safe for you.”

Song Yu and Mai Sui stood aside in silence, watching their homeroom teacher perform.

Only Li Heng said, “Teacher, could you give me Song Yu’s letters together when the time comes?”

Teacher Wang Qi turned to look at Song Yu, then smiled and pointed at Li Heng: "You kid, you're the one who intercepts the most letters."

Teacher Wang Qi didn’t say yes or no, but Li Heng took it as a yes, and immediately filed the matter away in his mind.

After the teacher left, Mai Sui asked curiously, “Why do you want Song Yu’s letters?”

Meeting Song Yu’s gaze, Li Heng replied honestly: “No reason—I just don’t want anyone else to get a chance.”

Mai Sui smiled sweetly: “I get it—you just want to hoard them all for yourself.”

Li Heng blinked, silently acknowledging it.

Song Yu stared at his eyes quietly for a moment, made no objection to his boldness, and simply pulled out a brown registered letter from her bag and handed it to him.

“Whose?” Li Heng asked instinctively.

Song Yu answered calmly: “Zijin.”

Seeing his expression instantly collapse, she smiled faintly—a rare moment: “He wrote me one too.”

Just moments ago he had boasted about wanting to hoard Song Yu’s letters, and now he was humiliated by Zijin’s letter—Li Heng’s face burned red.

He took the letter and muttered under his breath: “I just bragged to someone, and now you hand me this? You’re deliberately undermining me—I’m kind of upset.”

Song Yu glanced at him with a faint smile, thought for a moment, then pulled out a box of food from her schoolbag and handed it to him.

Attached was a note: Zijin asked me to give this to you too.

Li Heng leaned in and sniffed—it was chicken, even before he opened the lunchbox. He wrote: Did you make this yourself?

Song Yu replied: No, my mom made it.

Li Heng wrote: Does your mom know this is for me?

Song Yu fell silent for several seconds, then tucked the note away without replying.

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