Chapter 6

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Old Wang was well aware of what the students were laughing about. He glanced at the chalk writing Yang Tang had left on the blackboard, showing no emotion. As the bell rang for the end of the class, he continued to explain some difficult problems.

By the time the second consecutive class was about to end, Old Wang had covered most of the material and then distributed several test papers for the students to work on.

After receiving the test paper, Yang Tang continued to flip through the English textbook. When the bell rang again, he leisurely left the classroom, hands in his pockets, and went down the small teaching building.

The last two classes of the morning were English, taught by the homeroom teacher, Xiong Anli. Yang Tang planned to listen attentively, so it was necessary to go to the restroom first.

In the back row, at the desk of the female class president.

Lu Qin was imitating the style of Yang Tang's chalk writing and casually copied down the four lines of the poem, "Though I have no wings like the phoenix, my heart is as sensitive as the rhinoceros."

"Hey, Qin Qin, let's go to the restroom. What are you still writing?" The round-faced girl next to her called out curiously.

Lu Qin quickly stuffed the draft paper into her desk, but the words on it had already been seen clearly by the round-faced girl. "Xiao Jing, don't you usually go to the restroom during the break between the two consecutive classes?" She said, then got up and caught the round-faced girl's hand, pulling her out of the classroom.

The round-faced girl, An Jing, silently endured Lu Qin's series of self-initiated actions. A hint of sarcasm flashed in her eyes, but on the surface, she chatted and laughed with Lu Qin as they walked to the girls' restroom.

However, after coming out of the restroom, An Jing found an excuse to part ways with Lu Qin. After all, they weren't close enough to be inseparable best friends.

Watching Lu Qin disappear around the corner of the small teaching building, An Jing then sneaked to the gathering place of the key liberal arts class 2 during the break.

In this world, China's technology was about twenty years more advanced than in the previous life. Therefore, it wasn't that An Jing didn't want to send a message by phone, but the school had already confiscated all mobile phones and internet devices from the graduating class of senior three, and had the parents sign a guarantee that they would be returned after the college entrance exam. Additionally, the entire senior three grade was in a small teaching building with blocked internet signals, making communication between non-classmates extremely difficult.

At a corner of the playground, under the horizontal bar.

A few boys were squatting or standing, smoking there.

An Jing didn't go over but stood under a tree and waved to the tallest boy among them.

The boys immediately started teasing the tall boy, "Hey, your old lover is here!"

The tall boy had a decent face but slightly squinting eyes. He smiled, stubbed out his cigarette on the horizontal bar, and said to the other boys, "She must want something from me, don't mess around!" Then he approached An Jing, "What's up?"

An Jing hesitated and said, "Aren't you curious about Lu Qin?"

The tall boy raised an eyebrow, "What's she up to now?"

An Jing suddenly glared, "Don't you even care about me a little?"

"Care about you? Aren't you fine here?" The tall boy said, a bit helplessly, "Besides, you're on your period this week. Didn't you receive the medicine I had someone send you?"

"You're dead! They're all looking over here!" An Jing pinched the tall boy, "Latest news, your Lu Qin copied someone else's poem and imitated their handwriting." Her tone was sour.

"Whose poem did she copy? Whose handwriting did she imitate?"

"A student in our class named Yang Tang."

The tall boy squinted, trying to recall, and shook his head, "No impression."

An Jing helped him recall, "He's the one whose grades are terrible now... Since the class split after the first year, the most memorable thing about him was when he was surrounded by a few junior high school students on the basketball court and called for help from some fourth-year students (repeaters)."

"Ah, I remember now, Yang Tang... Alright, go back first!" The tall boy said, pinching An Jing's chubby cheek.

At the same time.

Back in the classroom, Lu Qin saw Yang Tang at his seat and hesitated for a moment before approaching, "Third Senior Brother, your chalk writing is really good. I've never seen it before."

Yang Tang, upon hearing this, stared at Lu Qin's beautiful face for a few seconds before realizing she was the class president. He immediately pretended to be clueless, "Class President Lu, what are you talking about? I don't understand!"

Lu Qin immediately became annoyed, "Still pretending... The chalk writing you did on the blackboard for the couplet, it had a unique style. You can't deny it?"

Unfortunately, she underestimated Yang Tang's thick skin. He pointed to the blackboard, "Class President Lu, look again. There's no writing on the blackboard."

Lu Qin was frustrated and turned away, returning to her seat.

The classmate next to her gave Yang Tang a thumbs up, "Third Senior Brother, you're really something, even daring to defy the class president..."

Yang Tang pursed his lips and didn't respond.

When the consecutive English classes began, Yang Tang once again experienced Ms. Xiong Anli's mental torture of the underachievers.

If, for a senior three underachiever, a teacher still mocked or asked for a parent to come in, it meant the teacher still cared. However, Ms. Xiong Anli was different. She didn't even bother to grade the test papers of the few students at the bottom of the class, returning them unmarked. She never called on them during class, completely ignoring this small group of troublemakers, treating them like extra human-shaped stones in the classroom.

This treatment over time only conveyed one message: I, the homeroom teacher Xiong Anli, have given up on you. The cruelty of this only became clear to Yang Tang after he graduated and entered society.

Fortunately, Yang Tang's work experience before marriage in his previous life had given him a solid foundation in English, and his thick skin from social experience allowed him to ask questions in class without feeling ashamed, almost driving Ms. Xiong Anli to the brink of explosion.

So, when the consecutive classes ended, Ms. Xiong Anli announced the end of class and added, "Yang Tang, come to my office."

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Following her to her office, as soon as they entered, her face fell, "Yang Tang, what's going on with you today?"

Yang Tang pretended to be clueless, "Ms. Cen, what's going on? I don't understand what you're saying!"

"Today in class, your constant questions disrupted my teaching flow, do you understand?"

"Ah? Isn't today a Q&A session? We were just doing test papers afterward, did we learn anything new?"

Ms. Cen wanted to roll her eyes but restrained herself, "Even so, you can't... never mind, if you have questions, I can answer them, but not during the daytime consecutive classes!"

"Then when can you answer my questions?"

"During evening self-study. I'm there every night, but not necessarily in your class. If you're not embarrassed, you can find me in another class. The small teaching building isn't that big!"

Although Ms. Cen's words were filled with annoyance, the fact that she said this showed she wasn't a completely terrible teacher.

"Alright, thank you, Ms. Cen. I'll... go then." Yang Tang gestured toward the door.

Ms. Cen waved her hand impatiently, signaling him to leave.

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In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon, and it was time for consecutive Q&A sessions and test papers.

The final sprint review for senior three was just this.

Soon, it was 6:30 PM, and it was already getting dark. After class, Yang Tang went to the new street as usual, planning to buy some things from the small supermarket and eat a bowl of noodles before returning to school. However, just as he reached the supermarket entrance, he saw a woman tugging at a man's jacket, "Thief, catch the thief, give me back my wallet!"

Many people were watching, but no one was helping.

Yang Tang thought for a moment, then shouted from behind the crowd, "There's a police officer!"

The man in the jacket was already nervous from being held, and hearing "police" made him even more anxious. He quickly threw the wallet and, as the woman loosened her grip, slipped into the crowd.

The woman didn't chase him but quickly searched for her wallet, looking on the verge of tears.

Yang Tang, who had helped, didn't reveal himself but followed the crowd into the small supermarket. Then, a sudden realization hit him, and he was stunned.

"Obtained ten merits!"

"Obtained 196.5 merits!"

"Obtained 101.7 sins!"

"How can there be so many? And even sins?"

Yang Tang asked himself, and another realization hit him.

"The woman whose wallet was stolen did not fall and break her kneecap, so she would not commit suicide due to a leg length discrepancy in three years. She later had a son, whose lifetime merits total 1,965,723, and lifetime sins are..."

"Secondary merits (sins) can only be obtained at one ten-thousandth!"

"Third-level merits (sins) are negligible!"

"The smallest unit of merits (sins) is 0.1, anything smaller is omitted!"

What the heck!

Can a person really have a million merits (sins)?

While Yang Tang was mentally criticizing, he didn't go back to flatter the woman. After all, when her son became a big figure and gained great merits (sins), he would be old and gray. Why bother, why go through the trouble?

Now, the mysterious realization was what made Yang Tang want to figure out, and he needed to understand what the accumulated merits (sins) could be used for.

"Right, how many merits and sins do I have now?"

As soon as Yang Tang asked this question, another realization hit him.

"Currently have 207 merits!"

"Currently have 101.7 sins!"

"What can these merits and sins be used for?"

"Upon entering the dream, the effects of merits (sins) will become apparent!"

Yang Tang was delighted to get the answer but couldn't help muttering, "Entering the dream? Not easy, not hard, how to do it?"

Another realization hit him.

"Desire in your heart, hold the Ksitigarbha, and when the time comes, you will enter the dream!"

"Desire in your heart, hold the Ksitigarbha? Where is the Ksitigarbha? Oh, right, I have a Ksitigarbha imprint on my chest!"

Although he said this, Yang Tang wasn't sure if the "Ksitigarbha imprint" was useful. He almost didn't believe that "desire in your heart, hold the Ksitigarbha, and you will enter the dream," but thought that sleeping and entering the dream wasn't a big deal, so he would try it when he got home.

"The only concern is, if I can't enter the dream, then the realization in my heart might be a problem, maybe a mental aftereffect of being reborn!" Yang Tang pondered this all the way back to school, and before he knew it, he had reached the darkest part of the road.

At this moment, two people suddenly appeared from the side of the road, blocking Yang Tang from both sides.

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