Study Monster Cultivation System

Chapter 85 - 085 A man who values cleanliness

Because of his high study efficiency, Li Zheng found the pace of school to be more comfortable than being at home.

He could often listen to lectures at a normal speed, comfortably enjoying his studies instead of cramming more than 50 hours of learning into his head at once.

By the way, he could also supervise Zhang Xiaoke.

It had to be said that Zhang Xiaoke’s pathetic studying appearance always brought Li Zheng an unusual joy.

During the break, Li Zheng even took the time to visit the sports department, intending to leave his basketball uniform on Teacher Qiao’s desk, but to his surprise, Qiao Sheng had already returned to work and adamantly refused to take it.

In the end, they agreed it would be returned after the senior year basketball game.

After two periods had passed, it was time for the break exercises again.

The students didn’t know that the break time in class four had transcended its initial purpose.

This time had become the time for routines, "teacher-student communication."

Jiang Qinghua carefully left the crowd and, as agreed, sneaked into the Chinese teaching research office.

In a short five minutes, he reported the week’s public sentiment to Tang Zhifei.

On Monday, after the basketball game, the class atmosphere soared, and though they lost in the semi-finals, the mood was still generally good.

The mid-term exams were nearing, and the study environment was growing ever more intense, with all groups going all out in preparation.

Regarding the three thorns in Tang Zhifei’s side.

Liu Xin had made significant progress and had reached the level of an average person in the first half of the freshman year.

Lin Yujing and Li Zheng had an appointment at noon, but it seemed to be more than a trifle; rather, it was a focused study session in the chemistry teaching research office.

It appears they were also misunderstood last Friday.

The struggle between Zhang Xiaoke and Chen Jinyu had reached a fever pitch, but both sides decided to settle it with the mid-term examination, which was generally under control.

In short, everything was going well this week, and if this momentum was maintained, the mid-term exams would surely yield success.

After the report, Jiang Qinghua bounced toward the easternmost end of the corridor.

That direction led to the men’s restroom.

In school, the chance to use the restroom in tranquility was precious.

Unlike most boys, Jiang Qinghua was particular about hygiene.

After each urination, he would wipe with paper thoroughly, inside and out, repeatedly folding and wrapping, ensuring everything was wiped clean without a drop left before he would pull up his pants.

Because of this, he was often mocked by other boys using the restroom next to him.

But not at this moment, as everyone was out exercising.

Watch me take my time wiping.

He pulled back the curtain to enter, indeed finding it empty, how pleasant.

Jiang Qinghua happily walked up to the urinal and began.

Because the restroom was too quiet today, it triggered some of his painful memories.

With the sound of flowing water as his accompaniment, he began humming his favorite tunes.

"I pretend not to see when I have to act with you~~"

"Forcing a most beloved one to improvise a performance~~"

He couldn’t help but get more into the song.

Singing with gusto, he took out a tissue, wiping away sorrowfully.

Suddenly, a sound came from a stall behind him.

Click!

Although brief, it was distinct.

It was the sound of a lighter.

Then.

Bang!

The stall door on the outer side was kicked open.

Ling Shijie, with hands in pockets and smoking a cigarette, squinted as he approached, "You, acting pretty saucy, huh."

Jiang Qinghua, without thinking, pulled up his pants and prepared to run.

But somehow, three boys had already blocked the entrance.

One was the big center from class two, and the other two were seniors.

All were known as bad boys around school.

Ling Shijie walked around to face Jiang Qinghua and blew a smoke ring at him, "You motherfucker, your timing for using the restroom is too weird; it wasn’t easy to catch you."

"Cough..." Overcome by smoke, Jiang Qinghua coughed and, seeing that he was outnumbered, tried to keep a placating smile, "Brother Jie, you can find me anytime; there’s no need for all this trouble."

"Acting like some son of a bitch!" Ling Shijie pushed Jiang Qinghua hard against the stall wall, "Isn’t it time you grabbed my collar and tried to hit me back?"

Several people immediately closed in.

Jiang Qinghua skillfully cowered and ducked into a corner, "Brother Jie... It was all a technical performance, to confuse the ref."

"You look ready to take a beating, huh?" Ling Shijie chuckled, took out a pack of Hongta, and crouched beside Jiang Qinghua, "Don’t worry, we’re not going to beat you. Here, have a couple."

"???" Jiang Qinghua panicked even more, shaking his head innocently, "Then just hit me instead."

"Why would I hit you, you’re such a good student." Ling Shijie shook the cigarette pack, "Hurry up, I just want to see you smoke, see you walk into the classroom smelling like cigarettes."

Jiang Qinghua, covering his head as if to flee, kept his mouth tightly shut, not saying a word.

"Hey." Ling Shijie smiled, then pulled out two cigarettes to light up.

Then, suddenly.

"Whoosh..."

The sound of a toilet flushing.

The group of guys glared, turning their gaze toward the innermost stall.

There was someone hiding?

For so long, how come there hadn’t been a sound?

Constipated?

Then there was a "bang bang" sound, as if something hard had hit the ground.

The door opened.

A pair of crutches came out first.

Then, the person appeared.

It was Li Zheng.

Li Zheng acted as if he hadn’t seen anything, moving with his crutches towards the sink.

He looked incredibly calm.

But actually, he was extremely anxious.

It was obvious.

He had just come to take a dump.

But after brewing for a long time, he hadn’t managed to do the deed before bumping into them.

Normally, he would avoid this situation by a two-kilometer margin.

But unfortunately for him, the victim was Jiang Qinghua.

Seeing Jiang Qinghua about to suffer, Li Zheng had no choice but to forcibly intervene.

When Ling Shijie saw it was Li Zheng, he immediately burst into laughter, "What’s wrong, Marbury, you injured?"

The others also started laughing.

"Now it’s not Marbury, it’s Iron Crutch Li."

"Hahaha."

Amid the laughter, Jiang Qinghua desperately signaled to Li Zheng with his eyes, "It’s none of your business, Li Zheng. Go back."

Li Zheng didn’t speak, clicking his crutches as he moved to the edge of the sink.

He quietly turned on the tap.

Washing his hands.

As he washed, he started to formulate his argument.

Seeing that he had no guts to speak, Ling Shijie waved his hand dismissively, "Forget it, we have no grudge against you, hurry up, Marbury."

The handyman of the senior class outright cursed, "Wash my ass, get lost!"

Li Zheng silently turned the faucet off.

Done prepping.

He slowly began to speak.

"My dad is a very thoughtful man," Li Zheng said as he pulled out a paper towel, wiping his hands while speaking deliberately, "He told me about a plan for handling situations like this."

"The so-called bad students are just a group of people who, when everyone else is studying, dedicate their energy to fighting and making friends with the like-minded."

"They use the method of grouping together to oppress others, gaining a sense of existence and superiority."

"The brief period of middle school will be the last glory of their otherwise bleak lives."

"Good students, once targeted by these people, don’t have many options."

"If they can transfer schools, they should."

Having said this, Li Zheng tossed away the used paper towel and turned to look at Ling Shijie.

"But I’ve disappointed my dad," he continued.

"I’m not just a simple good student."

"Forming cliques, small groups,"

"I have dabbled in those as well."

"I can call up people who are much more ruthless than all of you combined."

"Now, release Jiang Qinghua immediately."

"This is your last chance."