Chapter 6

"Can he even be the class representative?" The new tutor looked down on him with extreme disdain. Seeing the students all nod in agreement, he still found it hard to believe. In his mind, a class representative... normally, the choice of the poor students' academy would always be: tall, strong, muscular, fierce-looking, stinky, and surrounded by four or five lackeys.

Or it could be: well-dressed, from a moderately wealthy family, with a vicious look, stinky, and surrounded by four or five lackeys.

Or it could also be: pampered and precious, a second-generation official, with a domineering attitude, stinky, and surrounded by four or five lackeys.

In front of him.

This person... thin and frail, malnourished, like a withered stick. Could such a person be the class representative?

Could he 'command respect'?

More importantly, as a class representative, whether you command respect through strength, wealth, or by leveraging your father's name, you should at least have a group of lackeys. Otherwise, who could you control when something happens? Could this guy be the type who became the class representative just because of his excellent grades? Was the previous teacher's brain malfunctioning to let such a scumbag be the class representative?

Without lackeys to serve him, he dares to call himself the class representative? Not afraid of being dragged behind the school and beaten to a pulp?

Hold on.

No, that's not right!

"Get up, get up! As a class representative, you actually fall asleep in class. What kind of behavior is this? Get up, get up!" The new tutor roared.

Du Nan didn't budge.

It was as if he was saying: "Little guy, you think you can wake up the great me who sleeps in class with just a voice that doesn't even sound like thunder? Dream on!"

Seeing this, the new tutor's face turned pale, twisted, and deformed. This class representative, while the tutor was making a fuss, showed no reaction at all. Where was the expected upright sitting, the ingratiating smiles, the humble responses?

This is not scientific!

The new tutor put on a 'you're finished' expression, approached, and slapped Du Nan's desk hard, shouting, "Get up, get up, little scumbag. I'll count to three, and if you don't get up and apologize solemnly, your final evaluation is over. I mean what I say, and even if the principal pleads, I'll kick you out of school. One, two..."

As he counted,

"Teacher." A round-faced, obedient-looking female student suddenly raised her hand, looking like she was about to tattle.

The new tutor paused, displeased, and said, "Speak."

The pale-faced female student coughed and said seriously, "Report to Mr. Lu, Du's final evaluation has already been passed."

"Oh. Ah? What does that mean?"

"Cough, it's like this." The round-faced female student, slightly smug but not too overconfident, said softly, "Teacher, you don't know, but Du passed the intermediate academic evaluation a year ago. So, he doesn't need to participate in the final evaluation in two months, and you don't need to grade him."

"Is there such a thing?" The new Mr. Lu's mouth twitched.

This guy...

His grades are a bit too good, aren't they?

"Also," the round-faced girl continued, slightly smug, "Five days ago, Du participated in the advanced academic evaluation. He ranked first in Baiquan City and fifth in the entire southern Jiangnan region. The school has already decided that Du doesn't need to take the evaluation and can directly advance to the higher class. His fifth-place ranking in the advanced evaluation in the entire southern Jiangnan region will also be recorded. He doesn't need a second evaluation to advance to the higher class. In two years, he can automatically graduate with the best record in the school's history!"

After the round-faced girl finished, she sat down obediently.

Only the new ancient literature class tutor, Mr. Lu, who was unaware of the details, was left in disarray in the wind.

What the hell.

A small middle-class student has already completed the advanced academic evaluation and ranked fifth in the entire southern Jiangnan region.

Is this even human?

By this logic, he just needs to coast through his days, automatically advance to the higher class... and then continue to coast through his days, automatically graduate from the higher class... If someone has the means and resources, with the fifth place in the entire southern Jiangnan region and first place in Baiquan City, they might even have a chance to enter the city's advanced university.

"Cough, so Du's grades are this excellent." Mr. Lu's eyes flickered, a new plan forming in his mind, with a look of 'twenty years of experience in catching students' mistakes': "However, in terms of daily conduct and moral evaluation, it still needs the guidance of this tutor..."

"Teacher."

Another thin, shifty-eyed student raised his hand, interrupting Mr. Lu's planned speech.

Mr. Lu felt a bad omen: "Speak."

"Du's daily conduct has been praised by the school. Due to Du's excellent results of first place in Baiquan City and fifth place in the southern Jiangnan region, the Chishui District Education Bureau promoted our vice-principal to deputy director of the bureau. Therefore, Du's daily conduct has been affirmed by Director Fang. If the class tutor rejects Du's moral evaluation, it would be equivalent to rejecting Director Fang's opinion. I think Director Fang would be very unhappy if he knew."

The thin student adjusted his glasses and sat down.

The students all looked at him as if to say, 'Do you want to challenge the former vice-principal, now Director Fang of the Education Bureau?'

He got promoted because of this sleep king.

Do you want to sabotage him?

"No, no, of course not." Mr. Lu was sweating profusely, mumbling, "That's not what I meant. I meant that Du's daily conduct is something everyone should learn from and emulate. Director Fang, no, Director Fang's opinion is of course correct. How could I reject Director Fang's opinion? Ha, ha..."

The students all felt dizzy.

Emulate?

Learn from this sleep king's behavior?

Are you telling us to sleep in class? Are you even the class tutor? This guy sleeps all day and runs around at night. Can we emulate that? This guy eats and sleeps all day, completely neglecting his studies. Can we emulate that? He's in the middle class but has already passed the advanced academic evaluation and ranked first in the city. How can we emulate that?

You know, his ancient literature grades have been invited three times by the War Song class of Baiquan City's higher college... and he still refuses to go!

Can others emulate that?

"What are you looking at? Do you doubt your tutor's words? Remember, your final evaluation is still in my hands. I won't blame you for the past, but you need to know right from wrong. If you continue as before, your daily conduct score will also..."

"Teacher." The round-faced girl stood up again, seemingly ready to tattle.

Mr. Lu's mouth twitched: "More?"

"Yes." The round-faced girl nodded obediently, indicating that her academic drive hadn't run out: "Du has already said that due to his poor management, everyone has gone astray, and he feels very, very guilty. Du has decided to lead everyone to study well. If he can't lead everyone to the higher class, he won't continue his studies and will go home to collect garbage."

"Not continue?" Mr. Lu's face turned pale.

He could easily imagine: Director Fang, no, Director Fang, grabbing his collar and shouting, "Where's the sign of my promotion and wealth? You sent him to collect garbage? You better beg him to come back to the higher class. If you disband the ancient literature class, I'll skin you and break your bones!"

No wonder.

The school's old foxes, none of them willing to take over this class. It turns out, this academic genius can't be touched, and these scumbags can't be touched either. Whoever knocks over Director Fang's promotion sign will have their good days come to an end. Was the former principal's downfall also related to this sleep king?

"Self-study." With a group of scumbags using their contempt skills, Mr. Lu used a 'self-study ultimate move' to counter and flash out of the battlefield.

Outside the classroom.

His ears still rang with the annoying cheers.

The new tutor's face was twisted, with a fierce expression of 'little scumbags, you wait for me.'

The students in the class turned and looked at the sleeping Du Nan, the class representative, with very complex feelings. They felt a bit 'ungrateful' towards Mr. Kong, but they, Du Nan, had done his best to protect Mr. Kong's disciples. Whether he was good or bad, they couldn't imagine. Seeing Mr. Lu's defeat, everyone felt the same: winning without lifting a finger, winning without speaking... this is what a true academic genius is!

******

"Mr. Lu wants to deal with Du Nan? Are you kidding?"

In the school, in the private rest room of the teachers.

A group of people were having a secret discussion.

The new ancient literature class tutor, Mr. Lu, was discussing with a slightly plump, well-dressed, stinky, and surrounded by seven or eight lackeys, hugging a plump, silly girl. They were talking about the class representative of the ancient literature class, Du Nan, the key to the former vice-principal's promotion and wealth.

"Not kidding, it's true."

The new Mr. Lu indicated that he had to save face after being slapped. Unable to deal with the academic genius class representative, he naturally turned to the school bully... no, the school representative.

The plump-faced man withdrew his meaty hand and pushed away the plump girl.

He looked serious.

"Mr. Lu, it's not that I, Zhu Dachang, am unwilling to help. I also don't like Du Nan. But you know, he recently ranked first in Baiquan City in ancient literature and fifth in the entire southern Jiangnan region. Although it's not a very important subject, the reputation is real. The school is watching him closely, and he is also considered Director Fang's favorite student. If we hit him, it might be hard to clean up the mess."

"If you help me this time, your intermediate ancient literature evaluation will definitely pass with excellent marks."

Mr. Lu thought the temptation might not be enough and added, "For the advanced evaluation, I can also help you. As long as I'm still at this school, I can ensure your grades. In other aspects, as the school representative, you know how to pass."

After these words,

Zhu Dachang immediately grinned, his eyes narrowing to slits.

In the poor students' academy, the true class representatives and school representatives each have their own skills, but the most lacking aspect is: poor grades!

This is a good opportunity.

"Sure, sure. Du Nan is a good student and needs more care and attention from the school. We can't forget our original form just because of a little success. Whether he does right or wrong, it needs to be corrected. As the school representative, I will definitely teach him a lesson and put him back on the right path. As for Director Fang, my father is also the director of the Chishui District Mining Bureau, so I'm not afraid of him. Mr. Lu, please rest assured, this will be handled properly."

"That's good, thank you, Zhu."

Mr. Lu smiled, but in his heart, he thought: You idiot, you can't even speak properly, and you talk about putting him on the right path. You fat pig, you've been jealous of Du Nan for a long time, haven't you? This time, you're just taking advantage of the situation. Fortunately, I don't need to spend any capital. You have a good father, so even if I mess up the evaluation, I doubt anyone will hold back your studies. Anyway, it's a win-win situation.

The group dispersed after their discussion.

On the roof, Du Nan was lying down reading a book, hearing the conversation below clearly.

Such a 'great disaster.'

Du Nan really didn't take it to heart.

In his mind, the difference between Mr. Lu and Zhu Dachang was: one is a manufactured fool, and the other is a natural fool.

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