Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

Five days of grueling cram school passed in the blink of an eye.

Midterm exams are about to begin

In the classroom of Grade 11 (1), the books were cleared out and the desks and chairs were pulled apart to make them single seats.

This exam not only concerns the grade ranking, but also the bet that shocked the whole class: whether Xie Wang can stay in Class One.

Ten minutes before the exam.

Xie Wang sat in the last row, leaning lazily against the back of his chair, twirling a black pen in his hand.

Last night, Su Qinghe sent me a message on WeChat asking me to memorize vocabulary words. I ended up memorizing until 2 a.m., and now I'm so sleepy that my eyelids are drooping.

"Brother Wang, wake up! Don't sleep!"

Shen Hao was frantically scratching his head in the next aisle, clutching a bottle of medicated oil. "Do you want to put some of this on? The math exam is coming up soon, the first one is the most important! We absolutely can't mess this up!"

Xie Wang yawned: "Take it away, it pungent."

Jiang Yue, who was sitting in the front row, was slowly tidying up his stationery. Hearing the noise behind him, he turned around and glanced at it contemptuously, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Now you know you're sleepy? Too late.

Some gaps cannot be bridged by a few days of intensive effort.

Just then, a cool and aloof figure walked over.

The classroom, which had been noisy, became inexplicably quieter as she moved around.

Su Qinghe stopped at Xie Wang's table.

She was wearing a neat school uniform today, the oversized blue and white coat making her figure appear even more slender and upright. Her high ponytail was tied meticulously, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears, the black hair creating a stunning contrast with her pale skin. Her phoenix eyes, behind silver-rimmed glasses, were light in color, like glass that had been soaked in icy water, so beautiful that one dared not look directly at them, yet could not look away.

She didn't walk straight over as usual, but paused for a moment.

Xie Wang lifted his eyelids, looked at the girl standing in front of him, and lazily curled the corners of his mouth:

"What? Is Teacher Su here to inspect our work?"

Su Qinghe remained silent.

She stretched out her hand, palm up, and handed over something.

It was a dark blue mint tin box with geometric patterns printed on it.

"Clatter".

The tin box was gently placed on the corner of Xie Wang's table, making a very soft, crisp sound.

Su Qinghe bowed slightly.

Using the act of putting something down as a pretext, she leaned closer and whispered something very quickly, in a voice only Xie Wang could hear:

"come on."

The sound was very soft, like a feather gently brushing against the eardrum.

After saying those two words, Su Qinghe didn't linger. He turned around and returned to his seat, his back straight, as if the tenderness he had shown just moments before was merely Xie Wang's illusion.

The whole class craned their necks, but because her voice was too soft, no one could hear what she said.

Only Jiang Yue, seeing the unspoken understanding between the two of them, felt his fingers, gripping the pen, turn white instantly.

Xie Wang was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, the drowsiness in his eyes vanished, and a wild flame of arrogance ignited in his dark eyes.

He reached out and pressed the candy box, which still held the warmth of her fingertips.

"OK."

Xie Wang watched that retreating figure and clutched the candy box in his hand.

Since she has already spoken up.

Then... let's be a little more serious.

……

The first subject is mathematics.

The proctor happened to be Lao Wang.

The test papers were handed out.

Old Wang deliberately walked to the last row, tapped on Xie Wang's desk, and warned with his eyes: "Study hard, don't sleep."

Xie Wang ignored him, tore open the box of mints, poured out one and put it in his mouth.

The spicy and icy taste hits you right in the head, instantly clearing your mind.

The battle begins.

Problem: Given that the eccentricity of ellipse C is ..., find the equation of line l.

While ordinary students were still drawing diagrams, setting unknowns, and setting up systems of equations on scratch paper, Xie Wang's brain was already working at high speed.

No draft is needed.

x + 2y - 4 = 0.

The answer is immediately apparent.

Xie Wang picked up his pen and wrote down the answers on the answer sheet.

Fill in the blanks, scan in 1 minute.

The big questions... are a bit more complicated; I need to "translate" the steps in my head.

rustling --

His writing speed was astonishing; the pen tip sparked as it rubbed against the paper.

Forty minutes.

The entire exam paper is finished.

Xie Wang stopped writing and rotated his wrist.

He glanced around.

Shen Hao, standing next to him, was biting his pen, sweating profusely as he struggled with the fill-in-the-blank questions.

Jiang Yue, who was ahead, was still frantically calculating the slope of analytic geometry on the draft paper.

Su Qinghe, standing directly in front of him, remained ramrod straight. Her head was bowed, revealing a glimpse of her slender, snow-white nape, as her pen glided smoothly across the exam paper.

Xie Wang yawned boredly, skillfully pulled his school uniform jacket over his head, and slumped onto the table.

go to bed.

Old Wang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he watched from the podium.

Forty minutes?

So you're giving up already?

He had thought the kid was seriously answering the question by writing so fast, but it turns out he was just scribbling.

You can't make a living off mud! Su Qinghe's encouragement just now was a complete waste!

In the midst of his busy schedule, Shen Hao glanced up and instantly felt despair:

"It's over... Wang Ge is asleep... This means there's no hope left!"

……

The second session was in English.

Xie Wang didn't sleep this time.

But he encountered a real crisis—writing assignments.

Title: My Future.

Xie Wang bit his pen, staring at the question with an expression more pained than if he were fighting three opponents in an alley.

His future?

His future lies in the computer, in his pursuit of "Black Snake's" revenge. How do I write this? Write that I want to attack the firewall? If I did, Old Wang would probably send me to the police station on the spot.

Just as he was about to hand in a blank paper, Su Qinghe's cold voice from last night suddenly echoed in his mind:

"Don't treat it like English. Treat it like code. Subject, verb, and object are the core algorithm, and relative clauses are the encapsulated functions..."

Xie Wang took a deep breath and chewed the mint in his mouth.

Row.

He began to construct the program logic in his mind.

He picked up his pen and wrote

The future is a variable that cannot be defined yet.

Just as a program needs a core algorithm, life needs a dream to drive it.

Although the sentences are all simple, without any fancy words or advanced vocabulary, the logic is sound, and the grammar... is miraculously without any major errors.

This is the power of the "Su Code English Method".

The exam ended.

Xie Wang put down his pen and let out a long sigh.

This is more tiring than writing 10,000 lines of code.

The moment the proctor collected the answer sheets, the classroom erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap! This is really it!"

Shen Hao buried his head in his arms and let out a scream, "What the hell was that English reading comprehension passage C about? Quantum mechanics or some alien language? I didn't even understand the questions!"

He turned his head sharply, looking at Xie Wang with a face full of despair:

"Brother Wang, I've seen you spacing out for a long time. Are you also questioning your existence while staring at this test paper, just like me?"

Xie Wang leisurely packed up his stationery, peeled a piece of candy and popped it into his mouth, replying indistinctly:

"It's alright. I can manage to write it."

"improvise?"

Lin Lu, who had come over from the side, widened her eyes in disbelief. "Xie Wang, you're such a braggart! I just heard the English class representative from the next class say that the vocabulary list is way beyond what's required this time! I almost didn't finish writing it all."

After saying that, she looked at Su Qinghe pitifully: "Qinghe, you also find it difficult, right? That analysis of long and complicated sentences is giving me a headache."

Su Qinghe was slowly and methodically putting the pen into his pencil case.

Upon hearing this, she nodded calmly: "Yes, there are indeed many new words, and the difficulty is close to that of IELTS."

After saying that, she turned around, ignoring Lin Lu and Shen Hao's wails, and instead focused her gaze on Xie Wang.

Without any of those roundabout codes, she simply asked a very normal and serious question:

"Did you write the essay smoothly?"

Xie Wang raised an eyebrow.

Recalling the essay on the test paper—simple in vocabulary but logically sound—a smile crept onto his lips.

"It's finished. I used all the techniques you taught me, so it shouldn't go off-topic."

Su Qinghe nodded, a faint hint of relief flashing in his eyes:

"That's good."

"Ha, what are you pretending for?"

A harsh, cold laugh broke through.

Jiang Yue, carrying his schoolbag, walked past Xie Wang, pausing for a moment. He looked at Xie Wang's nonchalant attitude, his eyes practically overflowing with disdain.

"Standard formulas? You dare to talk about essay writing?"

Jiang Yue sneered, his tone short and vicious, hitting the nail on the head:

"Xie Wang, can you even get 20 points on an English test? Don't think you're not a rat in the gutter just because you're wearing a school uniform. Your grades are garbage, and your background is garbage too. If I were you, I wouldn't have the face to stay in Class 1. You should go back to your doghouse as soon as possible."

Shen Hao was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged. He suddenly stood up and was about to rush over: "Jiang Yue, watch your mouth!"

Xie Wang reached out and stopped Shen Hao.

He sat in the chair, his expression unchanged, only his eyes turned colder. He looked at the arrogant Jiang Yue as if he were looking at a clown.

"Chairman Jiang"

Xie Wang chewed the candy in his mouth, his voice so calm it was unsettling:

"Don't make promises you can't keep. Be careful, or you might end up with a face so swollen you can't show your face in public."

"Get out of the way, don't block the way."

Jiang Yue was infuriated by Xie Wang's nonchalant attitude, slammed his fist on Xie Wang's table, and stormed off with his men.

……

……

Two days later, in the marking room.

"Oh dear, the last math problem was so hard this time, almost everyone failed."

The math group leader sighed as he graded the papers, "Only two people got it right, probably Xiao Su and Jiang Yue. Everyone else got 0."

"Shift!"

Suddenly, a gasp came from the corner from Mr. Liu, the physics teacher.

The sound was so loud that it startled everyone around, and even the teacups in their hands wobbled.

"What's wrong, Lao Liu? Did you change it to a zero score?"

Teacher Liu pushed up her glasses, her hands trembling, and pointed to a test paper in front of her, her face flushed red:

"Come quick! Whose test paper is this?!"

Several teachers gathered around.

It was a physics exam paper.

The handwriting on the paper was messy and unrestrained, looking like cursive calligraphy.

but.

The last challenging mechanics problem originally had only one solution in the standard answer, but this document lists three solutions.

The first method: the standard solution.

The second method: calculus solution

The third type: an extremely obscure method of energy conservation and conversion, consisting of only three lines of formula.

"This...this line of thinking..." The math group leader gasped, his eyes widening like saucers. This was an absolute game-changer! This was definitely a talent for competitions!

"Perfect score! It has to be perfect!" Teacher Liu slammed his fist on the table excitedly. "This isn't just a student, this is a gift from the heavens! Look at the seal line, which top student is this? Is it Su Qinghe? Or has Jiang Yue finally figured it out?"

With trembling hands, Teacher Liu tore open the tape on the sealing line.

That name was exposed to the air.

Two words.

The pen strokes are sharp and powerful, penetrating the paper, carrying an air of defiant arrogance.

Thank you for your vain advice.

The examination room fell into a deathly silence.

All the teachers looked at each other in disbelief, as if they could hear the sound of their worldviews collapsing.

"Xie Wang? That guy who was last in Class 8?"

"That troublemaker who only knows how to fight and sleep, and never listens in class?"

"He...he got a perfect score in physics? And he used three different solutions?!"

Old Wang stood outside the crowd, looking at that name, and the image of that person sleeping soundly with their head covered flashed through his mind.

The thermos in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Water was spilled all over the ground.

"Holy crap," Old Wang muttered to himself, his expression a mix of laughter and tears. "Now... Jiang Yue's bet on making it into the top 100 is probably going to become a joke."

And at this time on campus.

Xie Wangzheng was catching up on sleep at his desk, completely unaware that he had just dropped a nuclear bomb in the teachers' office.