Study Monster Cultivation System

Chapter 74 - 074 ?~~

"Yikes, yikes, yikes?" Zhang Yue, sitting in the front, turned around and glanced at Chen Jinyu with a sarcastic tone, "Some people only focus on English and still end up worse than Li Zheng~~"

Zhang Yue is no ordinary person. Her sarcastic remarks target everyone who tries hard but doesn’t achieve the results they deserve.

By this point, Chen Jinyu could no longer sit still.

She didn’t have the same good temperament as Li Zheng. Slamming the desk and stomping her foot, she retorted to Zhang Yue, "It’s all peer grading. Even scoring 100 is possible."

"Hey," Xiaoke’s face darkened, "are you attacking my integrity?"

Chen Jinyu glanced back and scoffed, "Only the cheater knows."

"Oh, quite the talker, aren’t you?" Xiaoke scoffed back, "Fine, let’s see during the midterms."

Tempers flared in an instant.

Zhao Yinghua completely lost control of the situation.

The classmates also started muttering.

"These two have been at odds for a while now..."

"When Xiaoke first came, Chen Jinyu barely spoke to her."

"They never talked, so why are they at odds?"

"Girl stuff, I don’t get it..."

Li Zheng, however, saw everything very clearly.

Initially, if someone was to be resentful, it should have been due to his outstanding English skills stirring Chen Jinyu’s jealousy.

But unexpectedly, Zhang Yue stirred up trouble unexpectedly, throwing oil on the fire, then slipped away.

Chen Jinyu was easily ignited, with nowhere to vent, she could only resort to accusing others of cheating.

At that moment, Xiaoke took initiative, shifting the hatred towards herself.

Whether it was herself or Zhang Yue, they were merely pawns in the process.

This was purely two girls picking fights with each other.

That’s probably how palace dramas are written, right?

"Alright, alright, it’s not an official exam, what’s there to compare? Let’s start discussing the questions." Zhao Yinghua finally intervened to save the situation, using her thick aura of sleepiness to suppress the classmates’ enthusiasm for the drama.

As she began discussing the test paper, the atmosphere returned to its usual sleepiness.

But Xiaoke was still seething with anger.

Clenching her fists, she glared at Chen Jinyu in the front row, emitting a low "woo woo" growl.

Unlike Lin Yujing’s "umm," her sound was mainly from the diaphragm, stronger and more forceful.

"I’ve disliked her for a while... Always talking about studying abroad and immigration, not taking the college entrance exam like everyone else…"

"Don’t worry about others," Li Zheng chided, "I was sleeping just fine, and you had to cause trouble."

"Master, don’t worry about it, I just can’t stand people like her," Xiaoke declared angrily, "You don’t know, at my old school, everyone was ten times better than her and nobody constantly bragged about going abroad."

Li Zheng was startled, "May I ask which school that was?"

"Oh, it’s nothing, not worth mentioning," Xiaoke quickly waved her hand, then clenched her fist again, "I hate people who act pretentious with me, watch me take her down."

Li Zheng swallowed, "Is this really like a palace drama?"

"It’s called tactics," Xiaoke nodded vigorously, pointing to her curved claws.

"Suit yourself, just don’t drag me into it," Li Zheng said, laying his head back down on the table to continue sleeping.

However, Xiaoke showed no signs of fatigue.

Although her master treated her well.

At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before she’d be treated like a doggie.

She needed to find someone to assert her dominance.

A warning to others.

Afraid of Chen Jinyu coming at her? Not a chance!

Xiaoke then took out her phone.

180 days later, she opened the "Baicell Words" APP again.

Selected high school English vocabulary.

Made a plan.

With 10 days until the midterm exam, 200 words a day.

She had to be tough on herself.

Xiaoke.

You can do this.

If not better than the master.

Surely not worse than ordinary school pretenders like Chen Jinyu, right?

...

When Li Zheng woke up again, school was already out.

He tried to get up, but as soon as he put some strain on his right leg, he cried out in pain.

"Ah~"

"Yikes!" Xiaoke suddenly turned her head, her skin crawling, "Master, did you have to moan like that... "

Li Zheng just scowled.

In pain, unhappy.

Too many sisters, bodily overdrawn, indeed it ends up affecting his studies.

Then, Liu Xin came over with a basketball, "Let’s go, Brother Li, while Lin is not around, let’s go play some ball."

"Do you even have the energy?"

"Of course, don’t you see who I compete with every day?" Liu Xin then circled around, shoving books from Li Zheng’s desk into his backpack, "The next game is on Wednesday. I’ve called Chen Sen and the others, let’s practice zone defense."

Xiaoke, packing up her backpack, laughed, "Give Brother Li a break, can’t you see his situation? He doesn’t even have the energy to study."

Liu Xin glared, finally realizing how serious the situation was.

"Yeah, right."

Li Zheng didn’t study all afternoon?

The sky is falling, the sky is falling.

Liu Xin dropped his basketball in fear, "Brother Li, are you okay...?"

"I hadn’t had Red Bull before, and I guess I drank too much at once this time." Li Zheng rubbed his face, "Plus, there was a massive release of adrenaline, my organs and muscles are overworking, I’m really not feeling well."

"I was wrong Brother Li, please go, you should hurry home." Liu Xin quickly helped Li Zheng pack up his desk drawer.

Suddenly, he exclaimed "Eh?" and pulled a pink envelope out from the desk.

No sender name and no salutation.

Looking over and over, the only thing was a ? drawn on the seal.

"Damn!" Liu Xin slapped his thigh, "A love letter!!!"

"Shut up!" Li Zheng quickly held him down and snatched the envelope, his face flushing.

Zhang Xiaoke got excited, dropped her backpack, and didn’t care how greasy Liu Xin was, she just crowded over, "Oh la la, what’s meant to come will always come~~"

Liu Xin continued searching through the desk, his eyes lighting up, "There’s more!"

He ended up pulling out two more.

One was enough, but this afternoon there were three.

No idea who stuffed them in there or when.

Zhang Xiaoke suddenly felt jealous.

Not far away, Jiang Qinghua was outwardly packing his backpack.

But inside, he felt a mixture of emotions.

Three in one go.

I, Jiang Shuai, have hung around so long and only ever received a total of seven.

Li Zheng, you’ve gone too far.

He then glanced toward Lin Yujing’s spot.

Thankfully, Lin Yujing had gone home, at least she wasn’t involved.

Jiang Qinghua then stood up and joined them, smiling, "Not bad, Li Zheng."

"Enough, stop joking." Li Zheng grabbed all the envelopes back and stuffed them into his backpack.

Zhang Xiaoke rubbed her hands together and bumped Li Zheng with her shoulder, "At least let everyone enjoy one of them."

"That wouldn’t be respectful to the sender." Li Zheng struggled to stand up using the desk, backpacked up, and told Liu Xin and Jiang Qinghua, "I’m really exhausted, let’s talk about basketball practice later."

"Oh..."

Li Zheng then picked up the towel on his legs, packed up his backpack, and, trying to walk normally despite the pain in his legs, he left the classroom.

He had no choice but to maintain his tough guy image.

After Li Zheng left, Liu Xin lifted his hand, revealing a blue envelope, "Haha, I’ve hidden another one."

Zhang Xiaoke, who was initially planning to chase after her master, rushed back, eyes gleaming, "Hurry, open it."

"That’s not right, it’s for Li Zheng," Jiang Qinghua swallowed.

Liu Xin raised an eyebrow, "We’ll just have a secret look and then put it back."

"Then I can’t help," Jiang Qinghua said, "You open it. I’m just passing by."

"What’s there to be afraid of, Brother Li would only scold me at most." Liu Xin then opened the envelope, which contained a pale green piece of paper.

The handwriting was quite cute.

[Dummy~~]

[Can I call you that?]

"Ugh..." Liu Xin immediately vomited and smacked the letter down on the desk, "I can’t read this..."

But Jiang Qinghua had a stern expression.

This handwriting and style, it seemed familiar.

He hurriedly leaned over the desk, joining Zhang Xiaoke in reading.

[Let me introduce myself, I really like watching basketball~]

[Also, let me tell you, I’m in first year of high school.]

[Not sure if you can guess who I am~~]

[Here’s a little hint——]

[The first-year selected problems, ten thousand of them, you still haven’t given them to me!]

[Tuesday at noon, not sure if you’ll have time.]

[I’ll be waiting for you in the little garden.]

[---Slowly falling for Dummy, Wenwen.]

"Ugh..." Zhang Xiaoke finally couldn’t stand it either.

Only Jiang Qinghua’s face grew increasingly solemn.

It’s you, Wenwen?

You’re the one who always brings your friends to watch me play basketball every day.

You’re the one who made the same promise with me once.

You’re the one who slowly fell for me too.

Just then, Zhang Yue walked by with a backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Jiang Shuai, are we still tutoring today?"

"Tutoring," Jiang Qinghua decisively, his eyes red, clenched his teeth, "tutoring hard."

Li Zheng, you’ve taken everything from me.

Don’t blame me for defeating you in your most cherished studies.