Study Monster Cultivation System

Chapter 95 - 095 Middle-aged man’s last stubbornness

Just as Li Yi was trying to sneak a further peek at Lin Yujing’s circle of friends,

the bathroom door suddenly opened.

Startled, Li Yi tossed his phone back and looked up at the ceiling, pretending to be innocent.

After changing into pajamas and drying his hair, Li Zheng bounced out and, after greeting Old Li, picked up the phone.

Right then, Lin Yujing sent a message.

[Lin Yujing: I’ve forgiven you, send it quickly.]

"Hmph," Li Zheng snorted with a chuckle.

Such a tsundere.

It’s clearly me who should be forgiving you.

But fine, as long as your behavior is good, I’ll let you have your way with words.

Watching his son happily enter the bedroom, Li Yi heaved a sigh of relief.

He silently turned on the TV and flipped to "Sports World," concealing his talents and fame.

Maybe in the future, I should write him some more golden lines about the art of apologizing.

Your dad might not be talented, but he is something of an expert in this area.

There’s just one thing that’s really annoying.

I’ve already stooped to something as despicable as looking at my son’s phone.

And yet, I still haven’t been able to confirm the true identity of my future daughter-in-law.

All I saw was that cat’s paw in the profile picture.

Wait a second...

That cat’s paw looks a lot like Wang Cai’s.

Old Li glared, turning his gaze toward Wang Cai, who was crawling behind the TV.

Wang Cai shivered with a start, hunching over and trembling pitifully.

After serving the son, now it has to attend to the father.

It’s having a hard time.

...

That night, Li Yi tossed and turned, unable to sleep, pondering for a long time.

He feared that Li Zheng might conjure up some mishap, ruining this opportunity with his potential daughter-in-law.

In the end, he left the following message on a forum—

[Son, you haven’t left many messages recently.]

[Perhaps there are no issues worth discussing either academically or financially.]

[But you should know, whatever your life goals are, they require cooperation with others, as many people as possible.]

[In this process, communication skills with all kinds of people is also a domain of knowledge.]

[Your dad isn’t very clever, but he does have plenty of experience with the tricks of the trade.]

[Feel free to leave a message with any questions, don’t be embarrassed, any type of question goes.]

Having written these words, Li Yi finally managed to fall asleep at ease.

...

The next evening, when Li Yi came home, he indeed saw his son’s messages.

Spreading over several pages.

This touched Li Yi deeply, and he looked forward to them even more.

No matter what the questions from his son, he’d answer them with all he had!

[Old Li.]

[Regarding communication, I have my own methods.]

[But speaking of questions, there are indeed some that have puzzled me for a long time, hoping for an answer—]

[1: Who is Xiao Zhan?]

[2: Who is Zhu Yilong?]

[3: Who is Wang Yibo?]

[4: Who is Li Xian?]

[5: Who is Zhang Ruoyun?]

[6: Who is Deng Lun?]

[...]

Several pages were filled with these kinds of questions, enough to utterly despair a middle-aged man.

The posts.

Ruthlessly slipped.

Falling to the ground.

Li Yi no longer had the strength to pick them up.

The final defiance of a middle-aged man.

Was utterly gone.

This time.

He gave up.

...

In the following week, Li Zheng and Lin Yujing each launched into an intensive preparatory session for the chemistry competition.

Li Zheng began to frequent the chemistry research office, and, miraculously, Yu Hong was able to answer most of his questions. Only a few were vague, left for Sun Leyang’s special tutoring on Fridays to resolve.

Sun Leyang, seeing their rapid improvement, slyly shared the chemistry secret test papers from the Ren Da Fu competition class.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaoke did not disappoint her teacher and managed to get her hands on many secret techniques and study materials from previous top provincial and even provincial team members.

Li Zheng did not keep these resources to himself, generously sharing them with Lin Yujing.

In exchange, he received many "~~~".

As for the other subjects, they were basically just completing assignments.

Their classmates, witnessing these two behemoths’s crazy sprint in competitions, started to get crafty ideas of their own.

Undoubtedly, this was the best opportunity for them to overtake these two.

It might even be the only opportunity in the three years of high school.

This was especially true for Jiang Qinghua, who seized this timing with ferocity.

From his perspective, Li Zheng, who hadn’t attended any special training, was on a suicide mission by tackling the Chemistry competition in early November. He would lose his wife and soldiers, at best getting a third place at the provincial level. His midterm grades would surely plummet.

Unexpectedly, this man, known for his steadiness, had made such a foolish move.

It’s time to show you all what true steadiness is.

Wait and see, Li Zheng.

You’re about to be double-killed in individual and team competitions.

Let it snow!

Let it snow rightfully and majestically for me!

Elsewhere.

Zhang Xiaoke was also completely immersed in her studies, especially English.

After all, she didn’t have the money to go out and have fun anymore.

Under her influence, Chen Jinyu also felt considerable pressure and began furiously catching up on subjects other than English.

If they win, it’s Li Zheng, but if they lose, it’s Zhang Yue.

That’s pretty terrifying too.

As for Zhang Yue herself, although her character was controversial, it was only so towards everyone except Jiang Qinghua.

Now, to see Jiang Shuai rise to glory again, she too went all out.

Last but not least was the formidable Liu Xin.

Having lost Lin Yujing’s incentives, he had become somewhat lazy.

But Jiang Qinghua couldn’t bear to see him lose this one chance for a comeback. Taking advantage of their close seating arrangement, he started to brainwash Liu Xin constantly.

Like if the midterm results are poor, Teacher Xiao Tang will be replaced.

Like if you keep this up, you’ll repeat sophomore year and never see Teacher Xiao Tang again.

Like Teacher Xiao Tang only speaks to students who are good at studying now.

And so on.

Funnily enough, these strategies, though completely ineffective against Li Zheng and Lin Yujing, always hit the mark with Liu Xin.

This sleight of hand, subtly over time, shifted Liu Xin’s study goals from countering the threat of Lin Yujing to protecting Teacher Xiao Tang.

Negative energy turned into positive energy.

And that got Liu Xin cranked up.

Of course, it wasn’t just the students who were putting in the effort; all the subject teachers had also been smoothly roped in by Tang Zhifei, and gradually became invested.

Except for Teacher Zhao of English, who had high blood pressure and couldn’t be swayed.

It’s worth mentioning that Class Four, due to misfortune encountering bliss, benefited from Hu Chunmei’s temporary absence. The head teacher of the key class was transferred to fill the vacancy of Class Four’s math teacher. He was one of the school’s rare young and middle-aged male teachers and was the deepest caught in Tang Zhifei’s schemes.

In dealing with Class Four’s education, aiming to improve the average score, he also went all out.

In the midst of this intense study atmosphere, the day was fast approaching.

...

October 31st, the midterm exams arrived.

For everyone in Sophomore Class Four, including Tang Zhifei,

It was a case of putting all efforts into one decisive battle.

At 7:50, the desks were arranged sporadically, everyone in their places.

Each person was making their final preparations for the last 10 minutes, holding on to their own goals.

Even Liu Xin seriously began to sharpen his 2B pencils.

Interestingly, the two dominators of the class were the least prepared.

After all, they had poured all their energy into the chemistry sprint.

Speaking solely of increasing competition scores, attending a cram school would certainly be more efficient.

But there was no choice, they started too late, and it was impossible to enrol in time.

More importantly, both were self-learning fanatics who disliked cram schools.

Compared to self-studying and understanding, the joy of being force-fed was halved.

Compared to coming up with their own ideas, the joy of memorizing set solutions was nonexistent.

Ring, ring, ring—

The pre-exam bell rang.

The class fell silent, each person tightening their grip.

It was like the oppressive quiet before a storm.

The skies of Sophomore Class Four were about to change.