An hour later, Feng Yu and Wen Dongjun left the office of the vocational high school with just a few dozen yuan in their pockets. This was still Feng Yu's generous offer; otherwise, according to the amount Feng Yu and Wen Dongjun mentioned, each of them would have to pay over a hundred yuan more.
"Ha ha ha, Xiao Yu, you're amazing! How did you know that person was Director Xu? Have you met him before?"
"I saw him once from a distance. Those three guys are out of luck. Director Xu said they will be given a major demerit and have to make a public apology in front of all the teachers and students. They'll have to avoid us from now on."
"That's right. If they dare to be arrogant again, I'll go to Director Xu to complain, and they'll definitely be expelled! Now, although they have a major demerit, they still have a chance to join the military. If they are expelled, they'll be farming for the rest of their lives! The slaps I got back just now were really satisfying. My hands still hurt!"
Feng Yu insisted it was a robbery, and Director Xu helped them plead for leniency. Feng Yu then changed the conditions, demanding that the beating they received be returned. Feng Yu kicked three times, and Wen Dongjun, gritting his teeth, slapped each of them, turning their faces red.
The two of them returned to school, laughing and joking, and returned the money to the five classmates who had been robbed. They only mentioned encountering Director Xu and didn't go into detail about the other events.
That night, they played poker in the dormitory until the lights were turned off, then lay in bed, talking about the fun things that happened during the New Year.
Before going to sleep, Feng Yu was still thinking about how his brother-in-law's government bond business was doing. In about a month, it would be time to reap the rewards.
The next morning, Feng Yu was pulled out of his warm bed by Wen Dongjun. If they woke up late, they wouldn't have time to go to the cafeteria for breakfast. Feng Yu was quite uncomfortable. Why did middle school have to start at seven? Why not change it to a 9-to-5 schedule?
Sitting in the classroom, Feng Yu watched a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-olds sitting neatly with their hands on the desk, and couldn't help but laugh. His desk partner, Li Na, grabbed his hand and placed it on the desk as well.
Li Na, the study committee member, not only had to supervise Feng Yu's studies but also had to ensure he followed the rules.
The first class was Russian. Feng Yu yawned and couldn't help but feel sleepy. The teacher's lecture wasn't bad, but it was extremely boring. Besides, his Russian was better than the teacher's. Why would he be interested in listening to the teacher?
"Feng Yu, Feng Yu, the teacher is calling you." His desk partner, Li Na, nudged Feng Yu, waking him from his drowsiness.
"Feng Yu, what's wrong with you? On the first day of the new semester, you're not paying attention in the first class. Do you still want to go to high school?"
Feng Yu pouted. "Teacher, I already know all of this."
Laughter and ridicule came from the students. Although Feng Yu's grades weren't bad, he wasn't a top student. How could he dare to claim he knew everything? Russian is so difficult; who would dare to say they knew everything?
"Is that so? Then translate this sentence for me."
"The great proletarian revolutionary Lenin once said that morality can help human society rise to a higher level and free it from the exploitation of labor." Feng Yu translated and pouted. In this era, what was written in the textbooks?
The Russian teacher looked at Feng Yu in surprise. Could this kid have studied in advance? He hadn't even covered this sentence yet. How could Feng Yu know?
"Translate this sentence as well."
Feng Yu translated five sentences in a row without a single mistake, shocking the teacher and the students. What surprised the teacher even more was that Feng Yu then told a Russian joke, which no one else in the class could understand.
The students whispered to each other. Feng Yu really knew everything. Listening to him speak Russian, it seemed he was even more fluent than the teacher. What did Feng Yu do during the winter break to improve his Russian so much?
"Sit down. Even if you know everything, you shouldn't be arrogant, and you shouldn't sleep in class."
After class, Wen Dongjun immediately approached Feng Yu. "Xiao Yu, you're amazing. I never realized your Russian was so good now!"
"Actually, I've always been good. I just didn't want to show it before," Feng Yu said smugly.
"Feng Yu, how do you read this word, and what does it mean?" Li Na,不服气地 (unwillingly), pointed to a Russian word in the book to test Feng Yu.
"Zapton, it means tractor. Do you have any other questions? Feel free to ask me."
Li Na was originally the best in the class at Russian, not only the study committee member but also the Russian class representative. Now she had been surpassed by Feng Yu.
Seeing Li Na's puffed-up face, Feng Yu laughed unkindly. The little girl's pride was shattered, wasn't it? That look, still不服气 (unconvinced).
The classmates now thought that Feng Yu must have been studying all winter, otherwise, how could he have improved so much? But only Wen Dongjun knew that Feng Yu had studied, but he had never seen Feng Yu read a Russian book, only more physics and chemistry.
The classmates now saw Feng Yu as a top student, and many of them looked at him with admiration, except for the傲娇 (proud) desk partner, Li Na, who vowed to show Feng Yu in the upcoming monthly exam that she was the best in the class!
In the morning, Feng Yu easily handled Russian, Chinese, biology, and politics. He was far ahead of the other students in Chinese. Could a man in his forties have a worse understanding ability than a teenager? The only thing that troubled Feng Yu was the classical Chinese, which he would basically give up on if it appeared in the exam.
As for politics, as long as he praised it, he wouldn't be wrong.
Li Na's look of不服 (disbelief) slowly turned to despair. Feng Yu's improvement was too great; she couldn't catch up! She had also studied hard during the winter break, so why was the gap so large?
"Feng Yu, did you take extra classes during the winter break?"
"Yes, Dongjun gave me extra classes," Feng Yu nodded.
"Him?" Li Na turned her head angrily. Wen Dongjun's grades were similar to Feng Yu's, average in the class. How could he turn Feng Yu into a top student? If he didn't want to say, why lie?
By the afternoon, the news of Feng Yu suddenly becoming a genius had spread throughout the teacher's office.
"Mr. Sun, I didn't realize it before, but now I see that Feng Yu in your class is really smart."
"Exactly, Mr. Sun, how does your class always produce such good students? Unlike ours, which are full of troublemakers. I wonder how many will even get into high school."
"I think Feng Yu will be the top student in the grade. Mr. Sun, you've found another good seed."
The teachers chattered, praising Feng Yu, leaving Mr. Sun confused. If it weren't for Feng Yu's visit to him in the winter, he wouldn't have a particularly deep impression of him.
But as the homeroom teacher, didn't he know which students in his class were good? Feng Yu was only average, and he still needed to study hard this semester to get into high school. How could he be praised as the top student in the grade?
However, since others were praising him, he, as the homeroom teacher, naturally accepted it with a smile.
In the afternoon, it was time for Mr. Sun's math class. To verify what the other teachers said, Mr. Sun specially called on Feng Yu to answer a question.
When he saw the problem on the blackboard, Feng Yu was stunned. He had studied advanced mathematics and had reviewed algebra during the winter break, so there shouldn't be many math problems that could stump him. But he had forgotten that junior high school math was divided into algebra and geometry, and the problem on the blackboard was a geometry problem.
"Sorry, teacher, I don't know." Feng Yu lowered his head, feeling the surprised gazes of all his classmates.
Mr. Sun frowned. He didn't know? This problem was very simple. He randomly called on Li Na, who easily answered it and gave Feng Yu a proud look before sitting down.
Aren't you supposed to be good at studies? Didn't the teacher praise you as smart? You also have problems you don't know?
The next three problems, Feng Yu was called to answer, but he couldn't solve any of them. Li Na, on the other hand, easily solved all three, giving Feng Yu a proud look each time before sitting down, her chin getting higher and higher.
The students began to whisper. Feng Yu isn't that smart after all. I can solve these problems!
In the next class, physics, Feng Yu was called to answer, but he couldn't. This time, Li Na didn't wait for the teacher to call her; she stood up and answered the question. So, he's not good at physics either.
In chemistry class, Feng Yu was called to answer again, and this time he answered but got it wrong.
The students began to laugh, and Feng Yu's status in their eyes slowly changed from a top student to a poor student!
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