Chapter 70

Class 8, Grade 12, the last Chinese class.

Zhai Da successfully advanced from the seventh row to the third row; theoretically, this represented a huge improvement in grades.

It was actually quite helpful for studying; he could see more clearly and wouldn't be affected by chalk dust and spit, purely a first-class seat.

If you exclude the strange deskmate choice.

Zhai Da supported his head with one hand, trying his best not to look at Lin Shuyao's side, barely able to listen to the class.

And Lin Shuyao sat straight, her waist as if it had steel bars, and her legs were together, maintaining this posture for an hour without changing.

Zhai Da, who was writing and learning, didn't hold his hand steady, and the eraser fell to the ground, bouncing twice and landing by Lin Shuyao's feet.

Zhai Da stared for a long time.

Well, don't want it anymore.

Lin Shuyao pursed her lips, holding back for a long time, but finally bent down to pick it up, placed it on Zhai Da's desk, and then continued to sit upright, without saying a word.

The strange atmosphere continued to ferment.

The Chinese class topic was slightly boring; Zhai Da listened for half the class, then changed to copying, but not copying the text, but using 【The Literary Girl's Pen】 to copy biology knowledge points; as the subject level test approached, there should be a focus on the main goals.

Moreover, in terms of Chinese, he had already "copied" all the texts, ancient poems, and the corresponding so-called "standard answers" for the "central idea."

When testing with Lu Wei at home, excluding the 70 points for the essay, it was easy to get 80 points out of the 90 points for the other parts.

By the way, Lu Wei had also used Zhai Da's homework to test; excluding the essay, she only got about 60 points, which was indeed her weakness, and even with the support of a cheat, it would take some time.

Although Lin Shuyao didn't dare to look over, every hair on her body was sensing Zhai Da's movements; as soon as Zhai Da moved, the little hairs on her body seemed to stand up as if they had received a signal.

Her brain seemed to be in class, but in reality, it was thinking of countermeasures; it seemed to be thinking of countermeasures, but in reality, it had already crashed.

They stayed in this stalemate until class ended; Ding Rong glanced at Zhai Da, then called Yang Fan away for the second time and left the classroom.

It seemed Yang Fan was about to face a solo in the office.

Zhai Da was packing his schoolbag to leave when Lin Shuyao suddenly said: "Zhai Da... evening self-study, do you need me to take notes for you?"

Zhai Da looked over in confusion.

"Don't you... not go to evening self-study? I thought in case the teacher talks about key points..."

Zhai Da curled his lip: "No need."

Lin Shuyao could only continue to be stiff; she had organized her language for a whole class and only managed to squeeze out these few words.

Zhai Da sighed and said sincerely: "Just be deskmates; school will be over in a few days, so just keep a normal heart; studies come first."

What needed to be said had been said; he had no obligation to be a warm man to everyone, and they were just ordinary classmates to begin with.

Lin Shuyao lowered her head and didn't move.

Then Zhai Da left with long strides.

He was still leaving school earlier than most of his grade, but today there was a fellow traveler.

Fan Junwei left the classroom one after another with Zhai Da; Zhai Da asked curiously: "You're not going to evening self-study either?"

Fan Junwei nodded: "Asked for leave; the teacher knows my situation."

His grades were even worse than the three who didn't come at all; if it weren't for his grandmother's wishes, it would be the same whether he came or not in the last month or two.

The two walked side by side toward the school gate; Zhai Da said: "Thanks for just now."

Although he wasn't afraid of trouble, he had to admit that if Fan Junwei hadn't stopped the chair that was raised, the ending would have been more troublesome.

Fan Junwei shook his head: "Yang Fan went a bit too far; he shouldn't have done that to a classmate."

Whether it was Zhai Da or Liu Meng.

The two chatted one after another.

"Where are you going if you don't go to evening self-study?"

"I'm looking for a part-time job; I'll look around today first..."

"Stopped studying completely?"

"Yeah, don't want to study anymore; Grandma is old, I want to make money early so Grandma can rest."

It seemed there were only Fan Junwei and his grandmother in their family.

Zhai Da thought of the two grandmother and grandson he saw that morning: "Actually... although it doesn't mean you can definitely make more money by going to school, there are always more opportunities. If, I mean if there is a chance, have you thought about repeating?"

He couldn't spare his hands now, and the timing was too late, but if Fan Junwei was willing to learn, the effect of the old TV was quite good; if he put his heart into it this summer vacation, he was willing to help, and repeating next year would at least guarantee a junior college.

Fan Junwei smiled, looking very honest.

And also very transparent.

"I can wait a few years, but Grandma can't wait."

He looked at the Grade 10 juniors who were shouting and leaving school, some still with the immaturity of junior high on their faces; he was once one of them.

But from beginning to end, he and most people in school were actually not on the same path.

"If it weren't for Grandma, I would have wanted to work after junior high... just finishing high school, each generation is better than the last, is Grandma's greatest wish."

"I will honestly go to school until the last day, but I will look for a place to work recently; as long as I can make money, Grandma can retire a little earlier."

Zhai Da couldn't persuade him anymore; from Fan Junwei's perspective, he wasn't wrong at all in choosing this way.

He once felt that the most precious thing in this world was "if."

But perhaps when feelings are deep enough, even the two words "if" have to give way.

Zhai Da said softly:

"Don't be in a hurry to find a part-time job; it's not a matter of a day or two. You have great strength, but don't look for work that purely sells strength; it hurts your body and won't last long."

Fan Junwei was thoughtful: "I don't have a concept yet... do you think moving companies make money?"

Zhai Da shook his head: "Don't; maybe they make more money elsewhere, but in Dongyang County, it's purely bitter; four or five people drive a car and run a trip for only two hundred."

At the school gate, Zhai Da gave two more instructions on things to pay attention to when looking for a job, and waved goodbye.

Turning his head, he saw an unexpected figure again.

Wu Yue was wearing a flashy jacket and jeans, out of place with the passing students in school uniforms, wearing sunglasses on his face, and waving at Zhai Da with a strange smile.

The security guard at the school gate had been watching him vigilantly, as if suspecting he was a social person coming to cause trouble.

Zhai Da said in surprise: "You're still alive? What's this outfit?"

Wu Yue took off his sunglasses: "Didn't I already change jobs? I can't wear a school uniform, right? It's too conspicuous."

"Change to what job."

The sunglasses circled on his index finger, and Wu Yue said dashingly: "City Hunter!"

Then the sunglasses flew out while spinning, and Wu Yue crashed in a second, hurriedly sticking his butt out to pick them up.

Zhai Da laughed: "Report successful?"

Wu Yue blew the dust off the sunglasses, seeing a scratch and feeling very distressed; it was 20 yuan...

"Of course it was successful; I've already gotten the reporter code, and I'll go to the police station to get the money in a few days. I squatted at the intersection and counted; 20 people were caught! A whole street of little red houses were closed!"

"How many? 20?"

Is the labor intensity of this kind of street-side little red house so high?!

Working continuously!

Zhai Da gave a thumbs up, then turned it downward: "Really wicked. Then why did you come to school today? Looking for me?"

"Of course I have to report the results to Master; after all, I was taught by you."

"Don't drag me into it; I'm a good young man who is incompatible with gambling and drugs, and you are purely destroying social tacit understanding for personal gain."

That row of little red houses, passing by at night was like the New Year, red and fiery; do you really think the local hat uncles don't know!

No... this is equivalent to double risk; he was still worried:

"Tell me, how did you report it? Don't show any chicken feet and get retaliated against."

Wu Yue grinned: "That won't happen; I've read a lot of information."

"'Detective Conan'?"

"That's too childish; I'm watching American dramas now, 'If You're a Brother, Come to Prison to Save Me' and 'Breaking Bad Chemistry Teacher,' I've watched them several times."

"Tell me about your crime process... I mean reporting process."

Wu Yue followed behind, very excited:

"I change into different clothes every day, observe from different directions, sometimes wearing a hat, sometimes wearing sunglasses, and even put on tattoo stickers; in short, I won't show any flaws."

"After my many days of investigation, I counted the number of employees and customers of the four little red houses on that street; they have a certain vigilance but it's not high, but I felt there weren't enough people, so I spent twenty yuan to print some small cards."

Zhai Da: "... what kind of small cards?"

"Original price 200, store anniversary today, 100 for the whole venue; by the way, they were originally 100."

"You went in to play!?"

Zhai Da silently pulled away a bit...

"Just kidding, I still have this bit of professional ethics; I saw people paying from afar. In short, I threw the small cards everywhere at night, specifically looking for the vicinity of small hotels; the flow of people on that street reached its peak last night."

Zhai Da was numb...

"I calculated, one administrative detention is 1000; of course, it's impossible to detain them all, I estimate about half, plus destroying the place itself is 2000; this time there should be a 10,000 yuan reward waiting for me. I'll find a cousin to collect the reporter code later."

Zhai Da didn't know how to evaluate it for a moment.

You say he's doing a good deed... it's absolutely impossible to say.

You say he's doing a bad deed... it doesn't conform to our core values...

So it can only be described by one word, which is abstract opening the door for abstract, abstract to the house!

He had never realized that Wu Yue had intelligence and execution ability beyond ordinary people, at least far beyond his peers!

This guy... could it be that in some sense...

Is a genius?!