Chapter 64: 602 Points

Teacher Wang Qi spat as she told the dorm residents:

“Li Heng came first—he’s the only one who scored over 600 on this scholarship exam.”

“Xiao Feng from the adjacent class got 112 in Chinese, total 599—just three points less than Li Heng.”

Damn, she got 112 in Chinese!

Li Heng broke out in cold sweat—holy shit, that’s just too damn strong.

But remembering how this girl had once scored astronomically high to enter Tsinghua and Peking University, he soon calmed down.

Li Heng had wanted to ask Song Yu and Mai Sui what their total scores were.

But the homeroom teacher had just given him the cold shoulder, so he dropped the idea.

The scores were out, the outcome sealed—wait one more night, no rush, he could wait.

A total of 602 brought Li Heng a sense of fulfillment unlike any he’d known in his student days.

As he basked in this joy, Zou Ai stepped up, emboldened: “Teacher, what did I get in Chinese?”

Wang Qi replied: “96—not bad, but you can do better. Look to Li Heng and aim higher in next month’s first mock exam.”

“Yes, yes.”

Ninety-six satisfied Zou Ai’s psychological needs, so he maliciously asked: “What about Liu Yejiang?”

Teacher Wang Qi glanced at Liu Yejiang, who was acting strangely tonight, and refused to answer—instead, she snapped: “Stop asking around. It’s bedtime!”

Li Heng’s 602 and Wang Qi’s silence pressed down on Liu Yejiang like two mountains, suffocating him.

Especially Li Heng’s terrifying 602—deeply piercing his heart, shattering his soul, crushing his pride.

At this moment, Liu Yejiang understood what humiliation felt like—what self-inflicted shame meant.

Someone scored well, someone scored poorly—and the one who scored poorly was Liu Yejiang, universally despised. Everyone was delighted; after the teacher left, they burst into song and dance again.

“Li Tuanming, keep watch.”

The troublemaker Zhang Zhiyong leapt from his bed and gave the order.

Though his grades weren’t top-tier in the experimental class, he was rich, generous, and fiercely loyal—extremely popular. Even Li Tuanming, whose grades far outshone his, could command him effortlessly.

Of course, the dorm mates got along with him partly because of Li Heng’s influence.

Everyone was smart enough to see clearly: though Li Heng rarely spoke much, he held absolute “big brother” status in his relationship with Zhang Zhiyong.

As Yang Ying said: Forget it—Zhang Zhiyong is just someone’s lapdog. The kind who’s followed him since childhood.

For years, the 215 dorm had a tradition: always causing chaos after every exam.

But the school staff weren’t fools—they countered with a perfect tactic: always catch them during exams!

When did they catch them?

Of course—at midnight. That was precisely when the troublemakers let their guard down.

Every time they struck at this hour, they always scored big. As the teachers said, these riffraff never learned.

“Old Li! Old Li!… Li Tuanming, you haven’t made a sound in minutes—meow once.”

Li Heng, swept up by the drama of the group, had just overcome his psychological barrier to sing “The Spring Water Tinkles” with them—his youthful spirit surging again—when he suddenly sensed something wrong and sat up shouting.

“Meow~”

The cat had meowed—but it didn’t match the agreed signal. Wasn’t it supposed to be two longs and one short?

Just one meow?

And the voice wasn’t young.

Fuck! Even an idiot would know something was wrong.

If he guessed right, the short Li Tuanming was probably already outside the door, trembling in fear.

Li Heng fell silent and feigned sleep.

The others followed suit. Zhang Zhiyong even added a full package of snoring and teeth-grinding.

This sudden shift amused both Teacher Zhou and the vice principal.

The vice principal in charge of discipline said: “Ha! Ha! Over the past two years, you’ve made zero progress—every time we catch you, it’s always the same.”

“Ten of you—each gets a 0.2 deduction from your class conduct score. You’ll all be standing on the parade ground tomorrow.”

Liu Yejiang spoke up: “Teacher, I didn’t make any noise tonight.”

The vice principal glared at him: “Didn’t make noise? You’re the loudest in this entire building—the school’s already flagged you.”

“We might make mistakes catching others, but you? Everyone knows your name. Catching you? No chance of error.”

The others in 215 had been miserable, wondering how to explain to the tyrant Wang Qi tomorrow—but now, they weren’t miserable at all. They were nearly laughing themselves to death.

Liu Yejiang still tried to argue: “Teacher, I really didn’t make noise—ask them, did I speak at all tonight?”

The vice principal scanned the dorm: “Who among you will testify?”

Testify?

Testify my ass!

No one spoke—not even Liu Yejiang’s last remaining buddy, who had been having the time of his life tonight.

The vice principal picked up his pen and began deducting points: “Liu Yejiang, Class 204—leading the disturbance. Deduct 0.5 points. Do you accept this?”

Hearing “leading the disturbance” and “deduct 0.5 points,” Liu Yejiang froze—wasn’t it supposed to be 0.2?

He realized tomorrow morning, Wang Qi would target him first—he’d bear over half the teacher’s rage! After all, his conduct score deduction was the highest—more than double anyone else’s.

Liu Yejiang nearly spat blood but swallowed his rage and submitted.

These days didn’t allow for the later-era tactic of stirring public opinion online—facing a powerful vice principal, you had to submit, whether you liked it or not.

After the vice principal and Teacher Zhou left, Liu Yejiang, boiling with rage, sat up and demanded of his buddy:

“Fang Song, why didn’t you testify for me just now?”

Fang Song, furious, shot back: “Would my testimony help? Over the past few years, who’s always been the loudest?

You’ve lost all credibility—would the school believe you?

And don’t talk to me like that—I’ve taken how many punishments for you? Don’t you have any sense? I’m not your father—I don’t owe you help every damn time.”

The word “father” ignited Liu Yejiang’s long-suppressed powder keg.

The former buddy instantly switched to shouting mode, listing his seven sins, then the two exploded into a full-blown fistfight.

This… this…

The dorm room erupted—everyone leapt up, stunned!

They knew Liu Yejiang was weird, but never this weird!

The commotion in 215 woke the neighbors, drawing the vice principal and Teacher Zhou back.

Seeing the two battered, bloodied, and unseparable fighters, the vice principal flew into a rage, grabbing each by the ear:

“Liu Yejiang, you say you didn’t make noise? What’s this? You’ve got so much energy—then don’t sleep. Tonight, stand in the academic office!”

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(End of Chapter)