Those Years When I Was Forced to Top the Forbes List

Chapter 8 Let's Go Together? (Part 2)

Who doesn't know that the homeroom teacher has a terrible temper and is nicknamed "The Butcher"?

Anyone who wanders around during class, changes seats without permission, or talks will be made to squat in the hallway outside for 200 to 800 times, depending on the severity of the offense.

You shouldn't let your own lack of study affect others.

Chen Xuebing was punished quite a bit, and this troublemaker wasn't afraid of other teachers, but he was afraid of his homeroom teacher.

Everyone is waiting for Teacher Guo to deliver justice from heaven.

Yang Qingyue was also flustered, unsure whether to answer or not, so she quickly told Chen Xuebing the correct option.

Chen Xuebing then looked up and slowly said, "Teacher, Yang Qingyue is going over a test paper with me."

Guo Shihai's lips slowly parted into a grin, his chubby beard surrounding two large silver teeth in the middle, reflecting a dazzling light.

Her smile wasn't pretty, but it was radiant.

"Yes, I saw it. You were doing a mock exam for the humanities subjects during the first period."

During the first class, Guo Shihai observed Chen Xuebing through the back window for a full ten minutes. He nodded as he came over, raised his thick hand, patted Chen Xuebing's head, and, as usual, made a sarcastic remark:
"It's rare to see our school's security captain finally studying hard."

The whole class burst into laughter, but they were puzzled.

This doesn't sound like a criticism.

"A prodigal son's return is more precious than gold, and reading is the ladder of human progress. However, it cannot disrupt classroom order. What kind of place is it when boys and girls are all crammed together at one table?"

This statement surprised everyone again, and finally, in the last sentence, they heard Guo's usual style.

But what happened next was beyond everyone's comprehension.

Old Guo pointed to the last row: "Move your desk over here too. If you're going to study, study properly, don't just study like that!"

"Wow..." the boys exclaimed.

Teacher Guo usually keeps a very tight rein on puppy love. If boys and girls get so close together and change their seats, they'll definitely be called out for a talk!

The result is now...

Wow, so it's actually okay to openly ask to sit next to the prettiest girl in class?
What exactly did Chen Xuebing trigger in Professor Guo?
Damn it, I should have known…

Chen Xuebing smiled, stood up, walked to the back row, and moved a table.

During the first class, Lao Guo secretly peeked at him through the window while he was doing his problems. He sensed it, which is why he dared to be so brazen.

This is certainly not the whole reason.

No one in the class knew that he got into the school through Lao Guo's connections.

Uncle Guo was his father's drinking buddy.

Back then, the police didn't have a ban on alcohol, but my mom had some, and Lao Guo's family probably had some too.

Uncle Guo often came to his house, bringing either a bottle of wine or some snacks to go with it. Once they opened a bottle of wine, they would definitely finish it. At the end of the drinking session, Uncle Guo would sleep on his sofa.

Uncle Guo came to my house for drinks, and Aunt Guo didn't care much because her father was a police station chief, a relationship that was untouchable by ordinary people.

My mom was exceptionally tolerant of my dad and Uncle Guo drinking together. She would always wait for them to finish drinking and then quietly clean up the mess, because Uncle Guo was a teacher at a prestigious middle school and had been a homeroom teacher for many years.

Old Guo had very few personal relationships. Apart from his comrades and colleagues, this was the only friend he had ever met. Chen Xuebing didn't know if the two of them got along because of their drinking addiction, but they drank so frequently that many years later he clearly remembered that Old Guo liked to sleep with his head open, talking in his sleep while touching his crotch.

When his father died, Lao Guo came to the funeral and wailed, "You're gone, and I'm so lonely!"

Because of his parents' relationship, Lao Guo often scolded Chen Xuebing during high school, and he could only endure it.

With Guo Shihai keeping the situation under control, the class didn't dare to make too much noise. They watched as Chen Xuebing, with overwhelming strength, lifted a table full of books, weighing over a hundred pounds, and placed it next to Yang Qingyue, blocking a passageway.

Chen Xuebing wasn't too happy either. Looking at the smile on Lao Guo's face, he felt that Lao Deng was trying to use this privilege to coerce him.

Oh well, as the old saying goes, we're already here.

While the test papers were being handed out, a murmur broke out in the class again. Some students looked at Zhao Li with schadenfreude, signaling with their eyes, "Your rival has arrived."

At the height of the controversy, Yang Qingyue's ears turned slightly red, and she kept her distance from Chen Xuebing. However, Chen Xuebing did not waste any time and continued to answer the questions on the questionnaire, acting as if it were business, which made her feel a little empty inside.

Chen Xuebing occasionally caused some attention-grabbing incidents at school, but he always remained calm and unconcerned. His group of people always listened to him. He had great leadership qualities, and when chatting with him, you could feel the sincerity beneath his carefree demeanor.

Yang Qingyue was trying to overcome the emptiness in her heart.

"Eh, eh."

Chen Xuebing suddenly spoke up: "How can the SMS market belong to the consumer goods market? You've made the wrong choice!"

"Huh? Isn't it a consumer product?" Yang Qingyue snapped out of her daze, somewhat bewildered.

Chen Xuebing remembered that this was 2004, and the definition of the telecommunications industry was indeed not very clear, so he clicked on option B and said:

“Basic public circulation networks such as transportation, communication, and finance are all service industries. Their characteristic is that the marginal cost of increasing services is very low. It is definitely wrong to classify SMS as a consumer goods market; it should be classified as a service industry.”

"Oh, right." Yang Qingyue quickly patted her head, a little embarrassed, and muttered to herself as she corrected her answer:

"Intangible, cannot be stored, production and consumption occur simultaneously, yes, it's the service industry... You're really amazing, marginal cost... My dad took me to visit a university before, and I attended a finance class where the teacher mentioned this term. How did you learn about it?"

Yang Qingyue blinked as she looked at Chen Xuebing. The atmosphere was clearly more ambiguous. If Chen Xuebing said something outrageous, Yang Qingyue would start to silently buff him with new things.

Chen Xuebing, however, did not think he was particularly impressive.

I answered this question based on my experience, but the other person immediately recited "immaterial, cannot be stored, production and consumption occur simultaneously," which made the classification much clearer.

I still have to memorize it.

Fortunately, it's a humanities major, so experience can be of some use.

"I read it in a book," Chen Xuebing replied ambiguously, then asked, "Taking a finance class? Are you planning to study finance in the future?"

"Hmm..." Yang Qingyue nodded, then muttered to herself, "But universities in Shenzhen don't have any good finance programs..."

"Why do you have to go to Shenzhen?" Chen Xuebing asked with a knowing smile.

Chen Xuebing heard that she later moved to Hong Kong, probably with her parents, and wanted to go to university in Shenzhen, likely for the convenience of going to Hong Kong.

However, he didn't know where Yang Qingyue went to university, as he hadn't taken the college entrance exam or filled out the application. Otherwise, he could have made a prediction and amused her.

But Yang Qingyue looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Shenzhen is a special economic zone, it's very beautiful, and it has the sea."

Chen Xuebing didn't say much.

...

"The idea of ​​'learning from the barbarians' superior techniques to control them' was the view of the Enlightened and Westernization Movement factions, represented by Li, Zuo, Zhang, and Zeng. The Reform Movement differed in that it advocated political reform and the implementation of a constitutional monarchy, and its main representatives were middle and lower-level intellectuals, such as Kang Youwei, Liang Qichao, Yan Tan... Look, it's in my notes, here it is."

"Yes, I know that, the struggle between the emperor and empress."

"Emperor Guangxu was quite weak."

"Not entirely. It was just a matter of insufficient strength. Otherwise, it would have been Empress Dowager Cixi who died. If this reform had succeeded, the Qing Dynasty might have existed for a longer period of time. However, Xinjiang and Tibet might have been sold to Britain and Russia by the reformers. This was the fate of the Qing Dynasty."

"Is that so? It's not in the book."

"Kang Youwei and Tan Sitong both wanted to sell Xinjiang, Tibet, Mongolia and Qinghai to fund the reform. On the day of the reform, Kang Youwei did not participate at all and went to Japan. This is an indisputable fact. Later, he even supported Zhang Xun's restoration attempt, opposed the republican system, and broke with his disciple Liang Qichao. If you don't believe me, you can check it out."

History and politics can be quite interesting to study, especially when two people discuss them and express their own opinions.

Chen Xuebing and Yang Qingyue discussed many knowledge points throughout the night. Chen Xuebing matched some of the fragmented knowledge he had learned in his later years with the years and summarized it into the answers on the test paper. Yang Qingyue also broadened her knowledge of some non-textbook knowledge that Chen Xuebing had mentioned that left her with some questions. Overall, the two of them had a very deep impression of the questions they had worked on together.

The two exchanged a smile and realized that this was a very new learning method.

At this moment, Yang Qingyue suddenly became very interested in the usually boring textbooks and wanted to go home to use her computer to check whether what Chen Xuebing said was true or just made up.

If that's true... how many books must Chen Xuebing have read? Why are his grades so bad?
The bell rang.

Chen Xuebing rubbed his eyes, looked up at the time above the podium, and saw it was 10 o'clock.

He noticed that Guo Degang, who was sitting on the stage, was staring at him.

When Lao Guo saw him looking over, he didn't look away; instead, he laughed, stood up, and clapped his hands. Only after the whole class looked at him did Lao Guo say with deep emotion:

"Today, I discovered a strange sight."

The whole class: (⊙o⊙)?

"Here, I want to commend a student, Chen Xuebing. His knowledge is so broad that it exceeded my expectations."

Class: (O_o) relly?

"His discussion-based learning with Yang Qingyue broadened their knowledge base, and I think it was very effective."

The whole class: Holy crap!

"I used to wonder whether we should still encourage learning based on interest in the senior year of high school?"

"Everyone says that high school is all about endless practice problems, but I think science and humanities are different."

“Now I’ve thought of a method. The 110-page summary of humanities knowledge points that I sent you before is a detailed summary of knowledge points produced by our school’s humanities teaching and research group.”

"He who masters the humanities will conquer the world."

"There are 219 days left until the college entrance examination. Starting today, we will use this set of materials as the topic. Please be in class before 6:40 pm for evening self-study. You will be paired up with your deskmate and have a 20-minute discussion on the knowledge points before the first news class. You can freely discuss the knowledge you have learned, without being limited by the textbook, and focus on the areas that interest you. What do you all think?"

"Okay~!"

These days, senior year of high school is boring and disciplined, but you can both study and chat openly. Whether you want to study or not, no one has any objections.

The person who had been silent the most was probably Zhao Li, who raised his hand and shouted, "Report!"

Guo Shihai looked over and raised his hand.

"Teacher, their discussion in class is having a huge impact on those around me, and I haven't been able to concentrate on my studies all night!"

Zhao Li has no emotional intelligence; the homeroom teacher just praised him, and he immediately offered his opinions.

Guo Shihai nodded: "Yes, Zhao Li is right, let's rearrange the seats."

The whole class fell silent, and Zhao Li was stunned.

Old Guo ignored him: "Chen Xuebing, are you going to be transferred to the front, or go back to your reserved seat?"

Chen Xuebing clearly tilted his head, glanced at Zhao Li's ashen face, then looked at the seating arrangement in the class, gave Gou Hongyi, who was sitting in the third row against the wall, a wink, before turning back and smiling:

"Teacher, I'd like to come over and discuss with Yang Qingyue where Zhao Li went."

This statement immediately locks in one's own position.

—I'll sit right here.

At the same time, one question was left: Where did Zhao Li go?

Zhao Li was the deputy squad leader, so it was impossible for him to sit in the corner where Chen Xuebing was.

Gou Hongyi, a shrewd and clever man, immediately stood up and raised his hand:

"Teacher! I'd like to go to the back! Let Zhao Li sit here with me! My deskmate Lin Jiang is very quiet! Zhao Li will definitely like him!"

Lin Jiang was indeed quiet, with thick eyes, and usually wouldn't utter a sound. He was the perfect deskmate that Guo Shihai specially arranged for Gou Hongyi, who was a chatterbox, and even moved him to the wall to prevent him from talking to anyone else.

This is Lin Jiang, right? He loves eating roasted sweet potatoes.

He farts, no need to hit him, he'll fart on his own, he's incredibly smelly, nicknamed the Fart Fairy.

Guo Shihai looked at the option and thought it made sense. Gou Hongyi didn't have a deskmate at Chen Xuebing's place either. After thinking about it, he nodded.
"Zhao Li, Gou Hongyi, and Chen Xuebing, why don't you three switch seats? Yang Qingyue, do you have any objections?"

"No objection, teacher." Yang Qingyue replied unexpectedly readily.

Zhao Li looked distressed: "Teacher, I..."

"Hahaha…"

I have a suggestion: replace the class beauty sitting next to me with some random guy. Everyone in the class knows what I mean, and they burst into laughter.

Guo Shihai walked up to Chen Xuebing, tapped his desk, and said in a low voice, "If you've moved to the front, then don't skip classes anymore and affect the teacher's mood."

Chen Xuebing sighed inwardly.

I knew there would be conditions.

"I understand, teacher."

"Hmm." Guo Shihai walked out of the classroom with his hands behind his back, satisfied.

The laughter grew louder after the homeroom teacher left, mainly coming from Chen Xuebing's few cronies.

"Come on, Zhao Li! Let me help you switch seats!"

"Haha, let's move, let's make room for the soldier!"

Before Zhao Li could finish his rambling, Gou Hongyi and Lu Yiwen carried Zhao Li's table and chairs to the wall, while Liang Hui chuckled and moved the table for Yang Qingyue.

Chen Xuebing looked at Zhao Li, whose chances of survival were slim, and smirked: "Sorry, I was planning to stay for one night, but before I knew it, I was staying permanently."

"Chen Xuebing, you're a scoundrel!" Zhao Li clenched his fist and cursed, then ignored his books and rushed out of the classroom.

Chen Xuebing's smile faded: "Yang Qingyue, tell me, am I a hooligan or is he a hooligan?"

Yang Qingyue burst out laughing: "Of course you're the rogue."

Chen Xuebing raised his eyebrows: "Then I'll just be a hooligan."

"Brother Soldier!" Gou Hongyi followed excitedly, raising his eyebrows and saying, "How was my performance just now? As soon as you saw me, I immediately realized what was going on! Isn't that awesome?"

"Wow, wow, a yellow riding jacket is a reward!" Chen Xuebing gave a thumbs-up.

"Can you hire me at the construction site? Bro, I'll be your assistant and help you manage them. I'll make sure you have a great time."

Gou Hongyi knew that Chen Xuebing was going to his uncle's construction site and could bring so many people with him, so he was sure that Chen Xuebing would be promoted soon. Gou Hongyi wanted to make the first move and secure a good position for himself.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuebing raised his hands and gave a dry laugh:
"I already have two hands, if I add a second hand, wouldn't that make it a third hand?"

This is a warning.

Gou Hongyi didn't understand at first.

A voice suddenly came from the classroom doorway: "Hey rascal, wanna come together?"

Chen Xuebing turned his head and found that Yang Qingyue had already packed up a few books and walked to the door.

I was a little late leaving school today, and there was Xin Mengzhen at the gate wearing a red hooded sweatshirt and carrying a shoulder bag.

With her high ponytail and delicate profile, she looked cool.

Even now, Chen Xuebing still believes this.

Faced with the invitation, Chen Xuebing, who had already decided not to go with them, hesitated.

"Never mind, I have something to do today... let's do it another day." Chen Xuebing shook his head.

"Let's go together, I have something I want to ask you." Yang Qingyue extended the invitation again.

Xin Mengzhen also turned her head and met his gaze.

Chen Xuebing noticed a hint of curiosity in her gaze.

"…All right."

Chen Xuebing packed up his two notebooks and left the classroom.

Damn it, Cupid's arrow is shooting right at me.

(End of this chapter)