Chapter 1357: Because of Guilt, Therefore Wanting to Change

The students were full of complaints.

Everywhere revealed an air of having already given up on life.

The atmosphere in this class was indeed poor; even though it was also a parallel class, the previous class was not like this.

Sheng Zichen soon hit it off with his new classmates.

He was not very fond of studying either; his dream from childhood to the present had always been to be a good chef!

A good chef does not need a bachelor's degree, and there is no major for chefs in undergraduate programs anyway.

Junior college or vocational school was actually quite to Sheng Zichen's taste.

But Lu Feifei was different.

She cried secretly several times, wore earplugs in class, and went to the teachers' office to ask questions whenever she encountered something she didn't understand; she was the most hardworking student in Class Twelve.

Yet despite being so hardworking, Lu Feifei's grades still regressed during the weekly exams, dropping fifty places in the rankings compared to before she transferred classes.

After receiving her report card, Lu Feifei lay on her desk and cried for an entire class period.

The students saw it, but no one comforted her.

Lu Feifei was not very popular.

She did not interact with any classmates in the new class, and she ignored everyone when they spoke to her; as time went on, no one was willing to be rebuffed by her anymore.

Her own tissues were all used up, but the tears still wouldn't stop falling.

She felt so wronged, and she couldn't figure it out no matter how she thought about it.

A pack of tissues was passed over from the side, and Sheng Zichen said, "Stop crying. At noon, I'll go beg the original head teacher to let her transfer you back to the previous class."

Lu Feifei stopped crying and glared at him: "Do you think you're the Principal? You ask her to transfer me and she'll listen to you? You are not allowed to go; mind your own business."

Good intentions were treated like donkey heart and lungs.

Sheng Zichen simply stopped caring.

But Lu Feifei was still crying, crying for the whole afternoon.

Her crying made Sheng Zichen feel agitated, and all his good mood was gone.

Forget it, if good intentions are treated like donkey liver and lungs, then stir-fry them and eat them!

A qualified, good chef can make anything taste good.

Sheng Zichen really put his mind to it for Lu Feifei's sake.

He did not rashly go to the original head teacher, fearing she would misunderstand and cause other complications.

He went to find the Class Monitor of the original class and asked her to help speak to the head teacher to have Lu Feifei transferred back.

The Class Monitor was a warm-hearted person; she gave Sheng Zichen a thumbs-up: "You really are loyal and righteous. Fine, I'll help with this favor!"

She promised readily, but was rejected by the head teacher.

"No, student Lu Feifei cannot return to our class. Even if I let Sheng Zichen come back, I cannot let Lu Feifei come back."

The serious and rigid head teacher had her own set of behavioral principles.

She had led graduating classes for a lifetime and had never had a "vicious" incident of a student jumping off a building.

The last time had scared her so much that her heart condition flared up; if it happened again, wouldn't it cost her her old life?

No, no, it just wouldn't do.

No matter what was said, it was useless.

In fact, it wasn't just the original class; no class in the school dared to take Lu Feifei.

College entrance rates were important, but graduating safely was even more important!

This was the fact Sheng Zichen learned after begging the head teachers of all the classes.

He felt even more guilty.

When he returned home on the weekend, his son looked preoccupied, which was noticed by Shi Youxuan.

She asked her son: "What's wrong? You're unhappy; are you not happy in the new class? Are you not adjusting?"

Zichen shook his head.

"Then what is the reason? Can you tell Mom about it?"

If it were a child of this age in another family, most would not talk to their mother about such things.

But the Sheng Family children all got along with their mother like friends.

Friends are meant for clearing up confusion, so he told his mother what was on his mind.

Shi Youxuan felt that this little matter was easy to solve.

She wanted to ask her son: "Do you need my help?"

But the words reached her lips and were temporarily changed to: "Why don't you want to turn Class Twelve into a good class?"

"If everyone studies hard and the study atmosphere improves, wouldn't student Lu Feifei be unable to blame you?"

Zichen widened his eyes: "Mom, this idea of yours is really great—it's the same as saying nothing at all!"

"If I had that ability, I would raise my own grades first!"

He was telling the truth.

Zichen was very smart and his IQ was not low, but his grades were always like a Roller Coaster, very unstable.

Now that they were stable, there wasn't much room for them to drop.

Shi Youxuan guided him patiently: "Think of a way yourself. A great person once said, 'Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets their mind to it.' As long as you want to, you will always find a way to solve it."

She patted her son on the shoulder and then returned to her room.

Zichen sat on the steps at the entrance, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt his mother made sense, but he still had no clue.

"Brother, I'll help you!"

Behind him, his second younger brother's loud, booming voice suddenly rang out, giving him a start.

"Why are you sneaking around like a ghost?"

The second younger brother sat down beside him, right in the spot where their mother had just been sitting.

"Brother, I think Mom makes sense. It's boring for me to be in Class Three without you, so I'm planning to be in the same class as you."

Zichen:...

"No, Lu Feifei has already been implicated by me; I cannot implicate you too."

"How is it implicating? I'm a sports student anyway, and I've long since wanted to leave that class. Everyone will be happy if I leave."

Litian did not talk much, but he had a strong sense of purpose and always kept his word.

Once he said something, there was no possibility of changing it!

"Good brother, how should I thank you?"

"Be my brother, for a lifetime."

"Good brother, for a lifetime!"

The two brothers walked with their arms around each other's shoulders, setting their plan.

It took almost no effort for Litian to transfer from his original class to Class Twelve.

In a short period of time, three students had transferred to Class Twelve in succession, and the students found it strange.

They asked Sheng Litian one after another: "Student Sheng Litian, what were you thinking?"

"Why leave a good class to come to our famous trash class?"

Litian widened his eyes: "Who says we are a trash class? I don't acknowledge it."

"Hahahaha..."

The students burst into loud laughter.

Everyone knew that Class Twelve was the worst class in the entire grade and the one that held the whole school back; did that really need your acknowledgment?

Litian: "The sports meet is the day after tomorrow. We may not be good at studying, but aren't we good at sports? We will take first place at the sports meet and let those good classes see that there are places where they are inferior to us."

"... Good idea!"

"I agree!"

"Alright, it's settled!"

Many in Class Twelve were sports students, and they were very confident about achieving results at the sports meet.

The sign-up was very enthusiastic, and even Lu Feifei signed up for the girls' 400-meter relay!

The sports meet began.

The weather was nice today, crisp and clear, and the Playground was busy from early in the morning.

Tables, chairs, and benches were arranged neatly outside the Playground, organized by class.

The tracks were freshly marked with lime, and colorful flags fluttered on the rostrum, looking quite festive.

First to appear were the formation teams from each class.

In previous years, Class Twelve had been lazy and scattered; not to mention marching in step, they couldn't even get all their people together.

But today, Class Twelve made everyone's eyes light up.