Chapter 1356: Magical Fate

Sheng Yue was held by the nanny, looking curiously at her big brother, her little mouth babbling something that no one could understand.

"This child has gone too far; you should educate him properly," Sheng Hanyu said, then went to tease his daughter.

Logically speaking, a boy this old should be educated by his father, but he found that his wife was fully capable of handling it, so he took the initiative to look after his little daughter himself.

Boys are too much trouble; daughters are better.

One hour later.

Sheng Zichen stood in the corner of the wall, swaying unsteadily.

He was too tired; he had stood for so long at the hospital, and now he was being punished by standing at home, so he couldn't hold his stance anymore.

"Mom, I know I was wrong. Can I go write my self-criticism now?"

Writing a self-criticism meant he could sit for a while and wouldn't have to stand.

"No need to write a self-criticism; I'll transfer you to a different high school."

"No."

Sheng Zichen was horrified: "Mom, I don't want to change high schools. I promise I won't play such jokes again. Please don't make me change schools, okay?"

High school is not like middle school or elementary school; it is not that easy to change schools.

Changing schools requires writing down the reason on your permanent record, which might follow you for a lifetime.

Because of one joke, he would have to pay such a price; Zichen was unwilling, and besides, Shi Youxuan hadn't actually intended to transfer him to a different high school.

She just wanted her son to realize the seriousness of the matter so he would learn his lesson.

She took the opportunity to say: "Fine, if you don't want to change schools, then change classes. Your homeroom teacher refuses to keep you anyway; a forced melon is never sweet."

"Okay, I agree."

This time, Sheng Zichen agreed readily.

He didn't like this homeroom teacher either, not at all.

Being able to transfer out of her class was exactly what he wanted!

"You don't need to write a self-criticism, but when the opportunity arises, you must apologize to classmate Lu Feifei. Your attitude must be sincere, do you understand?"

"Uh, huh?"

Zichen widened his eyes, his face showing disbelief.

"What, are you unwilling?"

"No, no, I just wanted to confirm, is it true that I don't have to write a self-criticism?"

Since he was small, the rule of the Sheng Family was that if a child made a mistake, they had to write a self-criticism; of course, there might be other punishments, but a self-criticism was mandatory—it was the standard procedure.

"Yes, you don't have to write it."

After Shi Youxuan finished speaking, she turned and went upstairs. Zichen stood there for a long while before he was sure—he really didn't have to write a self-criticism!

Great.

He left almost skipping with joy.

But soon he couldn't be happy anymore, because classmate Lu Feifei would not accept his apology!

The idea of Lu Feifei's little stepmother wanting to use this incident to "get rich" ultimately remained just an idea and did not succeed.

Lu's mother had a fight with the little stepmother at the hospital, leaving the little stepmother's face scratched up, and Lu's father didn't help anyone because he also thought his current wife had gone too far.

Before leaving her daughter, Lu's mother warned her ex-husband and his "vixen" not to use their daughter to extort the Sheng Family.

A girl's reputation is very important; if they caused a huge scandal, she would never let them hear the end of it.

So the matter was left unsettled.

Lu Feifei's lower leg had a hairline fracture, not a full break, so she didn't need to lie in bed for a hundred days.

They were already third-year high school students with a heavy study load, so she prepared to go to school after resting at home for a few days.

Upon arriving at school and learning she had been transferred to a new class, Lu Feifei had no objections and even felt a sense of relief.

She didn't want to face Sheng Zichen, nor did she want to face her original homeroom teacher; changing to a new class was the perfect fresh start!

But when she reached the door of the classroom, she froze.

Sheng Zichen froze at the same time!

He was sitting at his desk, with an empty seat beside him.

The Principal pointed to the seat next to Sheng Zichen and said to Lu Feifei: "Classmate Lu Feifei, your seat is there."

"No! Principal, I don't want to sit with him!"

Lu Feifei was about to go crazy.

She had changed to a new class, yet she was still in the same class as Sheng Zichen and had to sit next to him? Was this a joke?

The Principal said only one sentence, and she went over reluctantly.

The Principal whispered: "That matter has already been suppressed. No one in this class knows about your business. Do you want to cause more trouble?"

She didn't want to, not at all, so she hugged her schoolbag and sat down next to Sheng Zichen reluctantly, only moving her chair further away.

Every nerve in her body was tense; she sat up straight, not daring to move a muscle.

The teacher hadn't arrived yet, and the Principal left after dropping Lu Feifei off.

Sheng Zichen apologized with full sincerity: "Um, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Shut up!"

Cold sweat broke out on Lu Feifei's forehead.

She was terrified that Sheng Zichen would say more.

The school had finally managed to suppress this matter; if this guy brought it up again, would she have to jump off a building again?

Shut up it is, Sheng Zichen was still very obedient, but soon he wrote a note and shoved it over.

Lu Feifei acted as if she had been electrocuted; without a second thought, she picked it up, tore it into pieces with a few quick motions, and threw it into the trash can.

"Don't be nervous, I don't mean anything else, I'm just apologizing to you."

"Not needed."

"I was wrong."

"Shut up."

Fine, she won't even let me speak, so shut up it is.

Lu Feifei nervously turned her head to look around, terrified of attracting anyone's attention; fortunately, no one noticed them, as the classroom was rowdy with chatter and not many people were studying.

Class Twelve was the worst class in the school; the study atmosphere in this class was not strong at all, with less than one-third of the students taking the College Entrance Examination, and most opting for independent recruitment.

The students who were taking the College Entrance Examination were mostly art or sports students, and those relying purely on academic courses for unified recruitment were few and far between.

Lu Feifei frowned, feeling aggrieved.

She had good grades in her original class and was a candidate for a key university; now that she had been assigned to such a class, could she still get into a good school?

Tears couldn't help but well up, and she couldn't stop them no matter what.

Sheng Zichen felt even more guilty, but there was nothing he could do!

The teacher arrived.

The Class Monitor called for everyone to stand; half the students stood up, while the other half remained lazily seated, but the teacher didn't mind and told everyone to sit down.

"Two new students have been assigned to our class today, you've all seen them, right? Get to know each other during the break. Alright, let's start the lesson."

The homeroom teacher was the physics teacher, and his lectures were vivid and interesting; he was indeed quite good.

However, not many students were listening, and he didn't care; if they wanted to listen, they could, and if they didn't, so be it.

The teacher left as soon as class ended.

Sheng Zichen found it strange and asked a classmate: "Is our homeroom teacher always this laid-back?"

Although they were in high school and didn't need to maintain classroom discipline like in middle or elementary school, surely he couldn't just not care at all?

Sheng Zichen discovered that this homeroom teacher simply didn't care about anything.

Many students played on their phones or played games during class, and he didn't even care about that.

This question piqued the interest of quite a few classmates.

The students chimed in all at once: "That's right, classmate, you've really had a stroke of bad luck coming to our Class Twelve. It's good enough if anyone in our class can get into a third-tier university; we're unloved by our grandfathers and grandmothers, a bunch of abandoned orphans..."

"Exactly, while others are taking the College Entrance Examination, we're doing vocational training. The school always says this class is no good, that the students are no good, but look at what kind of person the homeroom teacher is? His heart was never with us..."