Chapter 7: The Three Great Illusions of Life

From 7:30 to 8:00 is the morning reading time. Although Class 18 is the worst in the school, it is still a provincial key high school, and about half of the students in the class are memorizing English words.

The rest of the slackers, though numerous, do not affect anyone.

It can be said that the school atmosphere of No. 11 High School is still much better than that of some ordinary high schools.

"Yuan, I have something really cool to tell you."

A boy with short, spiky hair and an average height turned around, a smile reminiscent of Emperor Qin Wu on his face.

I wonder if you have met people like this: as soon as they open their mouths, the topic turns dirty, even if the words they say are normal, the atmosphere always becomes vulgar.

And coincidentally, Zhou Yu is one of these people.

Seeing Zhou Yu turn around, Chen Yuan's desk mate, a girl with freckles on her face and a round ponytail, leaned over slightly, copying down problems in her notebook while listening intently.

Fortunately, her desk mate, He Sijiao, has a strong tolerance for dirty jokes and is also a fun person.

"How cool is it?"

Covering his mouth, Zhou Yu whispered, "This morning, I went to the homeroom teacher's office and saw an unfamiliar girl reporting in."

"Is someone transferring in? That's not a strong connection, how did they end up in Class 18?"

"That's not the point. The point is, that girl..." Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows, "is really hot."

"Is she very beautiful?"

"I didn't see her face, I can't remember it."

"If you didn't see her face, what did you see?"

"You little brat, just pretending, really pretending." Zhou Yu showed a look of disgust and disdain.

At this moment, the stern and rigid homeroom teacher, Mr. Mo, whose face is as square as if it were pinched out of "Minecraft," walked in.

Behind him stood a girl in No. 11 High School's uniform, carrying a schoolbag.

The moment she was seen, almost all the boys in the class looked over.

"Is she a transfer student?"

"Yeah, I saw someone in the homeroom teacher's office this morning."

"Although I don't remember what her face looks like, I could recognize her at first glance, it's amazing."

"How is she?" Zhou Yu had a subtle look, as if everything was self-explanatory.

For this question, Chen Yuan felt strange, why did his superpower fail?

Oh, the countdown is on her head.

Following the line of sight upward, the new transfer student had a very distinctive appearance, a beautiful face with some baby fat, shoulder-length hair, and a fluffy fringe, but she wore a rather disappointing thick-framed glasses. Although she was not fat at all, she always gave the impression of being a bit plump...

Probably due to her top-tier figure that even the loose school uniform couldn't hide.

Your English name is Sona, right?

In stories, if a gun appears, it must be fired.

Since I can see the countdown of life, and a new girl has transferred into the class, it should logically be used on her.

But life's drama is not so logical. The number on Sona's head is [29183]. It can only be said that, although she is a beauty, her lifespan is ten thousand times longer than Xia Xin's.

Actually, after observing the lifespans of the classmates, he found that except for a few who died in their fifties, everyone's life was quite long. Zhou Yu, for example, lived to 85.

And this girl, adding her current 17 years, will live to 97.

"My name is Zhou Fu, I transferred from No. 23 High School. I hope to get along well with everyone." The girl lowered her head and introduced herself softly.

"Zhou, my clansman!" Zhou Yu was excited, showing a joyful look.

"Then you should chat with her about family matters."

"If she sits near us, I will definitely try to talk to her. If I can get this girl... I can't even imagine."

"Coward, I can imagine."

At least the child would be easy to raise.

"You will sit..." Mr. Mo scanned the classroom with his eyes and pointed at Chen Yuan, "You two often talk during class, Zhou Fu, you will sit in Tang Jian's seat."

"Why, teacher, I didn't..."

"Quickly, change now, you will sit in the new seat."

Mr. Mo is not the type to joke around with students, so he made the change immediately. Tang Jian had no choice but to clear out his desk and move everything to the back of the classroom.

"I thought you were leaving, damn." Zhou Yu showed a regretful expression, losing the "first to get the moon" advantage.

"I understand." Chen Yuan nodded, his expression calm.

"Why are you suddenly so sensible?"

"It's like a son not wanting to live with his father."

"You (beep—) (beep—)."

While Zhou Yu was talking nonsense, a pair of towering peaks quietly approached. Chen Yuan, sensing a certain gaze, was taken aback and turned his head, only to find Zhou Fu abruptly looking away.

Just now... was she looking at me?

It's coming, it's coming.

I can counter-attack, I am like a great teacher, Zhou Yu is a person.

And, the fourth of the three great illusions of life—she is looking at me.

"Let's start class."

Mr. Mo knew why these boys were noisy, so he directly used a boring and high-pressure math class to cool them down.

However, for Chen Yuan, Mr. Mo's class is one of his favorites.

Although Mr. Mo is a bit mean and looks fierce, he teaches well. Knowing that the students in the class are not the type to solve the hardest problems, he focuses on building a solid foundation in class and gives extra difficult problems to those who are willing to work hard after class. Therefore, math is one of the few subjects Chen Yuan can keep up with.

His math scores are usually around 100, and he can score 110 when he does well.

His Chinese is also good, usually around 100, especially in essays, where he consistently scores 50.

With this level in the main subjects, he should have no problem getting into a first-tier university.

However, his English is very poor, often only scoring 60-70, which is not a subject that should pull down his score, but it does.

Although it is mainly due to Chen Yuan himself, does the English teacher at Xiang County No. 2 High School, with her friendly accent and inability to pronounce phonetics correctly, have no responsibility?

The other three subjects, physics, chemistry, and biology, are relatively balanced. Biology is slightly worse, often just passing, while chemistry is decent, with scores hovering around 200-220.

Chen Yuan's last total score was 504. There are about 1,000 first-year science students and 400 humanities students at No. 11 High School, and he ranks 900th in science.

The first-tier university line for science in Hai Dong Province last year was 534, meaning he is still 30 points short of the line.

If he only goes to an ordinary second-tier university, the significance of leaving his hometown is lost.

When the neighbors ask, "How is your study in Xia Hai?"

After three years of hard work, I will go to Hai Dong University.

Of course, this is not to disparage any provincial university, after all, I am still 3 points short of getting into a university.

Unfortunately, his superpower is useless, otherwise, he would really want to use it to reverse the situation and get into Jixia University or Huqing University.

The current goal is still to aim for a first-tier university.

While Chen Yuan was listening attentively, He Sijiao suddenly poked his arm with a pen.

"What?" Chen Yuan showed confusion.

He Sijiao made a "shh" gesture, then gently pushed her folding mirror, indicating for him to look.

Chen Yuan glanced over and saw a face with red cheeks and eyes that kept sneaking glances at him.

Impossible.

The possibility of Zhou Yu being a person is greater than her looking at me.