Chapter 63: Every Exam Brings Chaos

Every exam brings chaos! This is the glorious tradition of Dorm 215, famous throughout school.

After returning to the dorm from class, the boys were all energized and unusually lively.

First, as usual, they discussed scores: Liu Li had 459 across five subjects, Zou Ai Ming had 462.

There was also Li Tuannaming, who improved quickly—he scored 452 this time, directly surpassing Liu Yejiang.

After finishing the score talk, the conversation veered off its intended track, gradually shifting to the topic of girls.

Zou Ai Ming, the one most interested in girls, either deliberately provoked Liu Yejiang or couldn’t hold back his feelings for Chen Lijun, and threw out a question:

“Liu Li, if I pursue Chen Lijun, will you fight me?”

This was direct emotional confrontation between rivals—the dorm erupted like they’d been injected with adrenaline, cheering wildly:

“Fight! Why not fight? Whoever wins gets Chen Lijun!”

“Liu Li, don’t hesitate—get up right now and beat him! I’ll lend you a shoe for support!”

“Hey, you two, what are you doing? Chen Lijun is mine—did you even ask me?”

“…”

These boys looked docile and quiet in class, all they did was study, study, and study.

But as soon as they returned to the dorm, they transformed—under the influence of adolescent hormones, they spoke without restraint, utterly unfiltered!

At first, the girls in class didn’t notice these boys had two faces.

Only when the school repeatedly announced public reprimands over the loudspeaker did they realize 215 Dorm always appeared on the list.

Once the number piled up, they had no choice but to accept the truth: none of the boys in their class were decent—they were all living devils. Even Li Heng, the elegant gentleman praised by teachers.

According to Zhou, the dorm supervisor: “Dorm 215 houses a bunch of demons. Every time I check, they’re noisy—sometimes even rowdy until one or two in the morning. Every reprimand? First on the list, always them.”

Actually, not everyone was this loud at first.

But under the daily, relentless influence of Liu Yejiang, Zhang Zhiyong, and a few other ringleaders, everyone grew bolder and joined the chaos.

In the past, whenever Chen Lijun was mentioned, Liu Yejiang was always the most enthusiastic—but today, the Mountain Demon of 215 was silent, lying motionless on his bed like a corpse.

Liu Li rubbed his chin and answered Zou Ai Ming: “Come on, we’re good friends—no need to fight. Let’s compete fairly, fairly.”

Seeing no fight break out, the disappointed class monitor Liu Hui launched his old trick of stirring up trouble:

“If it’s fair competition, let Lao Heng join too—that’ll make it interesting.”

Zhang Zhiyong, always eager to fan the flames, clapped enthusiastically: “Great idea! I support it! If it’s a beauty, my brother should get in on it—he’d be disrespecting his own face if he didn’t.”

Zou Ai Ming reacted fiercely, jumping up first: “What interest?! I oppose it! If Lao Heng joins, we’ve got no chance left!”

Liu Li raised his hand too: “I oppose too. Li Heng is naturally born to cheat girls—don’t even think about chasing Chen Lijun, or I’ll fight you to the death.”

Li Tuannaming, usually the quietest, couldn’t stay silent anymore and chimed in:

“I’m just wondering—if Li Heng pursued Chen Lijun, how long would it take him to win her over…”

But before Li Tuannaming finished speaking, a thunderous voice suddenly rang from the doorway: “Who wants to pursue Chen Lijun?”

“…”

Damn it! Class teacher Wang Qi is on a surprise raid!

The dorm boys all trembled, quickly rolled over, lay still, closed their eyes, and dared not even breathe, terrified of being singled out by this tyrant.

Teacher Wang Qi strutted back and forth down the aisle twice, then suddenly shouted:

“Zou Ai Ming, can you get into Peking University? Are you trying to chase Chen Lijun?”

Zou Ai Ming shuddered, didn’t dare move or answer.

The dorm fell deathly silent!

After a moment, Teacher Wang Qi turned his head and shouted toward Liu Li’s bed:

“Liu Li, is Chen Lijun so beautiful she’s heavenly? All day long you do nothing but obsess over her?”

Hearing this, everyone wanted to laugh but dared not—they choked back their amusement, struggling to hold it in.

At the same time, they realized: damn it, this tyrant of a teacher must’ve been eavesdropping.

Just as Li Heng was happily watching the show, the fire suddenly flared up on him out of nowhere.

Teacher Wang Qi walked over, stood beneath his bed, and shouted loudly: “That handsome Li Heng—how long would it take you to win Chen Lijun? One month enough? Can you do it?”

Li Heng was speechless—what’s this got to do with me? Can I be framed for nothing?

He replied: “Teacher, I’m innocent—I didn’t say a word just now.”

Teacher Wang Qi asked: “Everyone’s praising your looks—aren’t you secretly pleased?”

Li Heng: “...”

This is fucking ridiculous!

It’s just like that idiotic American trope: “Rabbit, you stole my future tech…”

Seeing Li Heng being unfairly harassed, the beasts in the dorm smirked silently, thoroughly delighted.

Seeing he stayed silent, Teacher Wang Qi suddenly softened his tone and joked:

“Just now in the academic office, another teacher said he wanted to make you his son-in-law. Be confident—his daughter isn’t as pretty as Song Yu, and she’s a bit older, but she’s still a college student, so it’s acceptable.”

At the mention of “Song Yu,” Li Heng’s head rang like a bell—he went on high alert.

Damn it!

This tyrant has ulterior motives—he’s trying to trap me!

Though the enemy surrounds me with ten thousand mountains, I remain unmoved—no matter what tricks the class teacher uses, Li Heng stays silent, refuses to fall for it.

Seeing his bait failed, Wang Qi stopped teasing him and switched to a more upbeat tone: “Li Heng, how many points do you think you’ll get in Chinese?”

In the past, with a total of 120 points for Chinese, he usually scored around 92 or 93.

Converted to the modern 150-point scale, that’s roughly 115. Not a bad score, but definitely not top-tier.

Li Heng’s mind stirred—he leaned out from his bunk: “Teacher, are the Chinese scores out?”

Wang Qi didn’t deny it, beaming: “Guess—how many do you think you got?”

Li Heng calculated silently, then cautiously asked: “Did I get 98?”

Wang Qi said: “Too low—guess again.”

Li Heng added three: “101.”

Wang Qi chuckled, then announced: “106! I checked three times—106! Good! Your total is now 602.”

602?

Truly an unexpected score!

This was the first time in his life he’d broken 600—even after two lifetimes, having seen all the world’s glory and shame—he couldn’t suppress his excitement.

Li Heng’s voice unconsciously rose several decibels: “Really? I broke 600?”

Wang Qi, overjoyed, patted his shoulder and said with encouraging eyes:

“Keep it up—keep this momentum, push straight into Tsinghua or Peking University.”

No wonder!

Now it made sense.

No wonder the usually stern and terrifying class teacher had a flushed, excited look tonight—no wonder he hadn’t truly lost his temper.

After scolding a few of them, he even had the leisure to joke half-seriously with Li Heng—the reason was right here.

A new Tsinghua or Peking University prospect had emerged in class, making him wildly excited.

Everyone knew Teacher Wang Qi had one lifelong goal: to teach at one of Changsha’s four top universities, because his wife had moved there two years ago.

And having even one student qualify for Tsinghua or Peking University was like hanging a medal on his chest—it was prestige, a glorious credential. How could he not be thrilled?

Liu Li seized the moment while the teacher was still in high spirits: “Teacher, what’s Li Heng’s rank in the whole school?”

PS: Chapter 61 had comments saying take a girl to sneak food at Xiao Han’s?

March statement: Impossible. Just finished being jealous of Song Yu—add more trouble? No way, I wouldn’t write something so clueless.

I mentioned weekends only because that’s the only time senior students have free—no malice intended, just hoping readers won’t misunderstand. Uh, I added four words—Qidian swallowed the comment…

(End of Chapter)