Chapter 4

“It’s not what you think…” Pan Shuai tried to explain, but He Chen cut him off, wearing the classic smirking expression of the glasses-wearing doctor from Love Transfer.

No need to explain to me! It’s surely just coincidence and fate—no benefit transfer whatsoever. One is a fairy blossom from Langyuan, the other a flawless jade; if you say there’s no divine connection… oh, I got it wrong.

“One is desperate for talent, the other driven by interest—perfectly matched.”

“Besides, Ji Da Shao isn’t some older woman you’re chasing… oh, borrowing Fang Yifan’s words, she’s a student in your goddess’s class, not your student, and she certainly won’t give you any favors.”

“I get it, I get it!”

“Even though the class assignment exam is only a few days away, if I’m not mistaken, given Ji Da Shao’s well-known grades, he won’t be in your goddess’s class at all.”

“He’ll almost certainly end up in your class.”

“How convenient!”

“As convenient as the boss’s brother-in-law being rich, as convenient as the American stock god being in the White House.”

“Why is it always so convenient?”

“Enough!” Pan Shuai’s face twisted with emotion, left speechless, but Li Tiegun couldn’t hold back—he slammed his fist on the desk.

“How do you know Ji Yangyang will be placed in Teacher Pan’s class? Let me tell you, this is pure nonsense! Don’t slander Teacher Pan!”

“I’m just warning him,” He Chen sneered. “There’s no love without reason. Teachers are human too—they need to earn money to support their families.”

“Especially now, teaching is just a profession, a job.”

“Earning money isn’t shameful!”

“Do you know why I say Ji Yangyang won’t be in your class?”

“Oh, right!”

“And Fang Yifan too!”

“Because their grades are dragging you down, ruining your graduation rate.”

“And what’s your graduation rate tied to? Do I need to spell it out?”

“It’s still about money!”

“As for your ‘nonsense’ comment?”

“Aren’t Ji Yangyang and Fang Yifan going to be assigned to Teacher Pan’s class in a few days?”

Saying this, he slapped his forehead in a moment of epiphany: “Oh, I get it! Teacher Pan, be happy—your goddess still has eyes for you!”

She doesn’t want these two to hurt her earnings, but she also doesn’t want you to bear the risk of benefit transfer… even though she probably never even considered this layer.

“But that doesn’t stop you from imagining it… Congratulations!”

“So the truth is simple!”

“She plans to make Ji Yangyang and Fang Yifan repeat the grade—oh, the high-EQ term is ‘stay back,’ right?”

“...” Pan Shuai was speechless, staring at He Chen as if he’d seen a ghost, cautiously glancing at his goddess Li Tiegun—her face had turned pale then flushed, and he grew even more anxious.

When the senior year meeting had just been held, his goddess had stubbornly proposed, despite the principal’s objections, that some underperforming students be made to repeat the grade—specifically naming Ji Yangyang and Fang Yifan.

“He Chen, you misunderstand Teacher Li. She’s doing this for Ji Yangyang and Fang Yifan’s own good…”

“I get it, I get it! Of course you need to do this in the dark… I mean, you need a legitimate, aboveboard reason.”

“Let me guess.”

“Probably something like: ‘For the good of all students.’ After all, having delinquent students who care nothing about studying and only care about showing off and chasing girls constantly flaunting themselves will ruin the school’s learning atmosphere and distract many others.”

“At the same time, it’s also for Ji Yangyang and Fang Yifan’s own good—since their grades are so poor, they won’t get into any good schools anyway. Better to repeat the grade, build a solid foundation, and avoid the humiliation of falling further behind and giving up completely.”

“Hmm.”

“It’s good for everyone—except you never mention the biggest benefit: it’s good for her!”

“Same as before: earning money isn’t shameful!”

“Doing it in the dark? Even less disgusting!”

“I get it, I get it!”

“How could Professor Ruan, a prestigious university professor, adopt someone like you!” Li Tiegun was beyond furious.

Same as before: the truth hurts the most.

He Chen, however, wore his blunt, “I’m just telling it like it is” attitude, voicing not only what she refused to acknowledge, but truths she hadn’t even realized she’d convinced herself were noble.

But these truths were precisely the ones that couldn’t be spoken in the light.

Otherwise, not only would others find it disgusting, she herself couldn’t even bear the thought that she might be that kind of person.

That’s right!

Even she herself was momentarily dazed by He Chen’s logical, well-reasoned, almost prophetic words—her professional integrity shaken, her defenses breached.

So she abandoned these facts and instinctively attacked He Chen’s weakest point.

For a teenager whose biological parents were gone and who was raised by adoptive guardians, no one knew his sensitive spots better than a homeroom teacher like her.

She didn’t even need to think—words spilled out instantly.

“Not adopted!” He Chen corrected instinctively. “I’m just staying temporarily at Aunt Ruan’s. I’m about to turn eighteen—I can make my own decisions.”

“So I already said: if you have something to say, say it to me directly.”

“You wouldn’t listen to good advice, so you had to trouble Aunt Ruan to quit her job and come over immediately.”

“I told you—you won’t like the tenfold trouble that follows.”

Everyone stared at He Chen in shock.

They hadn’t expected He Chen’s earlier threats were anything but empty words—there wasn’t even a pause, let alone overnight. It was too intense.

The other teachers in the office should have politely left—or at least rebuked He Chen.

After all, a student daring to speak to a teacher like this? Unthinkable!

If everyone acted like this, how could teachers ever manage students?

But they knew Aunt Ruan was coming soon—they couldn’t bring themselves to stand up, couldn’t move their legs, and didn’t want to get involved, lest they offend Professor Ruan.

Of course, these cautious thoughts were now secondary.

What truly kept them silent, watching without supporting Li Tiegun, was He Chen’s combat power.

Too strong, too swift!

They didn’t want to be humiliated like this.

Didn’t they see how Teacher Li, the young, arrogant head of the senior year team, had now abandoned all dignity and launched personal attacks on a student?

After all, He Chen was still just a child…

Ji Yangyang and Fang Yifan, standing beside He Chen, didn’t know what expression to wear.

They were young people who disliked studying and loved showing off, convinced they weren’t afraid of teachers or confronting angry parents, thinking themselves quite impressive.

But now, watching He Chen unleash full firepower, spitting fire at anyone and reducing Li Tiegun to this, they were awestruck.

Even if they didn’t say it aloud, they couldn’t help but feel a grudging admiration.

Especially Ji Yangyang, who internally grumbled: “This He Chen really loves quoting movie and TV lines—especially ‘Let’s Get the Bullet Flying’…”

“Teacher Li, don’t do this!” Pan Shuai had been watching his goddess anxiously—seeing her so furious she was about to step forward, he feared she’d lose control and strike, so he rushed in front of her to block her, pleading repeatedly.

“Teacher Pan also watches Luo’s movies?” He Chen chuckled. “Yeah, Teacher Li, don’t do this~”

“...” Pan Shuai froze, his face twisted into a look of utter despair.

He had indeed just watched “59 Centimeters of Happiness” over the summer—he remembered vividly the scene where Teacher Luo slapped herself—but he had never meant to mock her!

Wasn’t this implying his goddess was slapping herself?

Sure, it was fitting… but heaven and earth, he had no such intention!