Chapter 124 - 83: Are you checking the foot again tomorrow?

Chapter 124: Chapter 83: Are you checking the foot again tomorrow?

The next morning, Chen Yuan was woken up by Sheng Kangming’s singing.

"Down by the bridge, a flock of ducks swam by... He said, ’Hey baby, for 800, let’s pop some bubblyyyy~’"

After getting up and washing up, he grabbed the vocabulary quiz sheets he had prepared, ate with his three bros, and then went to the classroom for class.

Today, the bombshell teacher Bai was fully kitted out from the get-go.

Full makeup, big wavy hair, a tight-fitting top, a hip-hugging skirt, black stockings, and thin high heels. Sitting in the front row and laning against him, Chen Yuan felt the pressure was immense.

Zheng Wenkai shamelessly sat down in the front row, right next to Chen Yuan.

"I’m going to have a little spar with you today. Gotta lay the groundwork for when I become the class rep."

"’You want to be the class rep? Hell no, you’re just thirsty for her body, you degenerate.’"

"Oh, fuck off. You’re not thirsty for her body? Be honest with yourself, has there ever been a class where you didn’t watch Bai Yueran dangling that high heel on her foot?"

"Don’t you fucking ruin my reputation. I didn’t look last Wednesday."

"She was wearing flats last Wednesday."

"You even remember that? I think that makes you even more of a degenerate."

Chen Yuan was still quite confident about this little ’sect’ squabble. Taking down a perv like Zheng Wenkai would be no problem at all.

The two of them bickered under their breath for a bit before Bombshell Bai started her lecture.

’The lecture was great. Amidst her extensive chronicles of past romances, I managed to find a trace amount of English content. Learning it was so damn EZ.’

With half an hour left in class, Bai Yueran swept her hair back and closed her book.

"Chen Yuan, pass out the quizzes."

Chen Yuan got up, passed out the pop quiz sheets, and the test began.

After getting the quiz, Zheng Wenkai buried his head and started writing immediately, which left Chen Yuan stunned.

’This son of a bitch didn’t actually memorize them in secret, did he?’

’Looks like he’s really serious about getting in Bombshell Bai’s good graces.’

Looking up at Bombshell Bai, he saw her with her legs crossed, phone in hand, happily taking pictures of her new manicure.

’I seriously suspected she just wanted to slack off, which was why she made us take a vocabulary quiz.’

About ten or so minutes later, people started finishing one after another.

Just as Zheng Wenkai put down his pen, Chen Yuan finished as well.

Bombshell Bai was busy editing the photos of her manicure. "Swap with your deskmate and grade each other’s," she said nonchalantly.

’She’s not even trying to hide it.’

"Come on, let’s grade each other’s."

’This asshole is really gunning for me.’

"I’m definitely going to crush you today."

The two swapped papers, and Chen Yuan started grading with his pen.

’This bastard’s actually got some skills. He got the first 20 all right. He’s not half bad, I’d better grade this seriously.’

When he was on the 58th question, Zheng Wenkai handed Chen Yuan’s quiz back.

"Not bad. You only got one wrong."

Zheng Wenkai pushed the paper over. "See for yourself. I didn’t mark it wrong on purpose."

He glanced at it; he had indeed misspelled "fundamental," writing an "o" instead of a "u."

"I only got one wrong, and you’re this calm?"

"I’m confident I got them all right."

"Seriously. You’ve really taken your cool act to the next level."

Chen Yuan continued grading. When he finished, he was shocked.

’This son of a bitch actually got a perfect score?’

’Did you get a fucking system too?’

"Nothing to say now, huh, you little piece of trash?"

"Fuck! Losing to you is such bad luck!"

Up at the podium, Bombshell Bai slipped her high heels back on. "What are you two muttering about?"

"Teacher, we made a bet. Whoever got more answers right on the quiz gets to be the English class representative."

Putting down her phone, Bombshell Bai’s interest was piqued. "So, who got more right?"

At that moment, Zheng Wenkai seemed to be possessed by Wang Yousheng. "He made mistakes. I got a perfect score."

’This bastard is too calculating.’

’There’s a big difference between ’He made mistakes’ and ’He only missed one.’’

"Oh? As expected of the class president. That’s quite impressive."

Bombshell Bai offered a word of praise. Having a student get a perfect score gave her a small sense of accomplishment.

"Ah, I just memorized them casually."

"Keep it up in the future."

As she spoke, Bombshell Bai looked at Chen Yuan. "For Monday’s class, type up the next 100 words. We’ll have another quiz."

"Teacher, I got a perfect score..." Zheng Wenkai said through a strained smile.

"I know. It’s good that you’re so motivated, and I appreciate the sentiment. But let’s not play these childish games next time. I’m afraid Chen Yuan might get the wrong idea."

RING RING RING—

The bell for the end of class rang. Bombshell Bai gathered her bag, ready to leave.

"Shouldn’t results speak for themselves in a matter like this, Teacher?" Zheng Wenkai said.

"Teacher, your new manicure looks really beautiful," Chen Yuan said.

"See, our tastes are in sync. I think it’s beautiful too. Class dismissed."

CLACK CLACK CLACK—

Bombshell Bai walked away, her high heels clacking, leaving Zheng Wenkai grinding his molars to dust.

"Chen Yuan, you’re shameless! How could you say something like that?"

"What damn good is memorizing words? When you’re in class, the most important thing is being a smooth talker. And you, my friend, you’ll always just be the logo."

Chen Yuan clapped Zheng Wenkai on the shoulder. "Hurry back to Gotham. Batman said he won’t beat you up anymore."

Soon, the next class began. Chen Yuan suddenly remembered that he was supposed to find a recipe to replenish qi and blood for Fang Youqing; he’d forgotten about it after getting back yesterday.

He found her in his call history from yesterday and sent Fang Youqing a friend request.

She didn’t accept immediately, but Chen Yuan wasn’t in a hurry.

The Seven Treasures Water was indeed effective, but Fang Youqing’s condition was too severe. On her, the effects would be a bit lacking.

He flipped through his recipes and finally settled on one called Nine Treasures Soup.

For a severe case like Fang Youqing’s, this would be perfect.

Just then, Fang Youqing accepted his friend request.

Nickname: "Ling Shu Fang Youqing."

’Ling Shu?’

Chen Yuan suddenly recalled the box of cosmetics.

The brand was Ling Shu.

’Looking at her nickname... could that be her company’s brand?’

’It’s possible.’

’If you think about it, their company’s products must be pretty good. After all, even Jiang Wanyi uses them.’