Chapter 16: 16

Hou Jun and his friends were all residential students. Class Seven had a fairly large proportion of residential students, about ten of them added up. In theory, the residential students had to go back to the classroom for evening self-study after eating dinner.

Meng Guowei emphasized, “Don’t think that you can go on vacation because it’s the weekend. This is a very important time. Second year of high school is a time of development; don’t rely on studying in your third year and slack off now instead…” 

The students dallied about with their answers. “We know.”

Xu Sheng spun his pen around and remembered his sacred mission of “letting Shao Zhan concentrate on his exam problems”. He could hear footsteps from the back door. The footsteps slowed down by a lot. He turned around—as expected, it was Zhang Feng sneakily making his way in with small steps.

 

 

Zhang Feng didn’t know if their class had ended yet and wanted to come find Xu Sheng for a chat, so his movements were very suspicious.

Zhang Feng had just cautiously peeked out half his head from the back window when Xu Sheng quickly tried to snatch the paper and pen from Shao Zhan’s hands. 

“Boss!”

 

The events all happened within a short two seconds.

Because of the pull from an external force, the mark on Shao Zhan’s paper dragged outside the grid by a few centimetres. He looked up, wanting to ask Xu Sheng what he was doing.

Xu Sheng saw that there wasn’t enough time to snatch away the problem sheet and could only go with plan B.

 

Thus, when Zhang Feng stuck his head completely through the window, what he saw was a piece of exam practice paper spread across the table of the recently ever-increasingly cold “Xu Sheng”. His hand held a pen, and the study god’s hand just happened to be placed upon that hand holding the pen.

The hands of the two overlapped.

This damned, elusive, and somewhat ambiguous gesture.

 

“…” 

“The two of you, what are you doing?” Zhang Feng asked in a stunned trance.

Xu Sheng was also stunned into a trance. He hadn’t thought much of it when he went up to take Shao Zhan’s hand and completely ran out of time to grab the paper and pen over.

It was Shao Zhan who reacted and hinted, “Teaching problems.”

“Ah.” Xu Sheng received the hint and continued, “Right, I was teaching him problems.” 

“Xu.” Xu Sheng didn’t release his hand. He originally wanted to call out Xu Sheng, but it felt a little strange saying his own name out loud, so the “Xu” character took a turn. “Deskmate, did you understand this problem? If you don’t understand then I’ll teach you again.”

How could Shao Zhan dare let him teach? This person probably couldn’t even understand the question. “I understood.”

Xu Sheng had the philosophy of immersing himself fully into acting. Immediately afterwards, he took out some advice that seemed pretty sound despite the fact that he had absolutely no idea what it meant. “When you come across problems like this in the future, don’t panic. First become clear of the details in the question. Only start writing when you’re clear of the main points.”

Xu Sheng didn’t even consider his own usual level of studying and opened his mouth to say, “Do you think it’s hard? It’s not hard at all. This kind of question is just easy points. You can get points even if you closed your eyes and answered.” 

Shao Zhan raised his index knuckle and stared at Xu Sheng in warning. He said coldly, “Are you done teaching.”

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As he spoke, he glanced at the desk and discovered that the writing on the scratch paper was definitely of the study god’s. It looked like they had been “studying” more than just one question and it seemed like the two of them had spent the entire class holding hands while discussing the problems.

Shao Zhan used a tone of “please leave” to ask, “Do you have anything to say.”

Zhang Feng shook his head. “I just wanted to ask you about the internet cafe…” About what happened at the internet cafe.

Shao Zhan thought he had come over to ask him to go to the internet cafe again. He really had no interest in this kind of activity, so in order to avoid any issues in the future, he continued with Xu Sheng’s earlier words and interrupted him. “Zhang Feng.” 

His brother had never called his full name out so solemnly. Zhang Feng couldn’t help standing straighter.

Shao Zhan said again, “I think you should also focus on your studies.”

Zhang Feng blanked for a second. “Ah?”

After Zhang Feng blanked, he thought to himself: 

Could someone tell him what kind of situation this was!

Were these the words the Xu Sheng who could turn in a blank sheet for exams, never listened in class, and started fights every day could say?

Xu Sheng coughed, afraid Shao Zhan would say something that would make Zhang Feng doubt his entire existence. “School’s over, you should go back quickly. We still have a few problems left to discuss.”

Zhang Feng looked at study god, then looked at Xu Sheng. 

He really couldn’t accept this. Why did his brother change!

In the span of a few short days, he wasn’t the Xu Sheng who went online with him anymore. He had changed into a complete stranger!

When Zhang Feng walked towards the entrance of the stairs, he even stumbled awkwardly about. “Then I’ll go back first…you guys, take your time on the problems…”

Meng Guowei talked a lot before waving his hands for class to end. 

Xu Sheng returned directly to the dorms after class. He took a nap and barely missed dinner after waking up. He was just thinking of going outside school to find something to eat in a bit when the screen of his phone lit up.

There were no extraneous words displayed. It was as simple as a phone memo.

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Shao Zhan: Evening self-study at 6:15.

Xu Sheng had never experienced something like evening self-study in his life. He ate a simple dinner and entered the classroom just on time. Almost all of the residential students in the class were already there. Shao Zhan wasn’t there; he said he would come later. 

Hou Jun and the others had all changed seats and sat together in the back row. They were afraid Gu Yanwang would come to monitor the evening self-study so they tried to sit as far back as possible.

They put their heads together into a group. When he heard someone coming, Hou Jun gave a start. “Someone’s here someone’s here!”

“Fuck, Gu Yanwang is coming to monitor the class?”

The others also went back to their seats. After they sat down, what they saw was “Shao Zhan”, and they sighed in relief. “Study god, you scared us to death.” 

This scene was exceedingly familiar to Xu Sheng. They had definitely been sneakily playing games. Back in his first year, he was the centre of such little groups, able to have many circles at the back of the class. He laughed and said, “I just passed by Gu Yanwang’s office. He’s not there. He probably won’t be back for a while. You can keep playing.”

Hou Jun was stunned for a few seconds. Although they all worshipped the study god, they were completely unfamiliar with him. They also didn’t even dare to get close to him–– When have they ever seen the study god so approachable.

When Xu Sheng thought about attending night study for a whole three hours, his head ached. His footsteps halted, and he turned to the empty seat behind Hou Jun. “Can I sit here?”

Hou Jun suddenly felt that this little corner of his was brilliant. “Yes yes, of course.” 

This was the first time Xu Sheng felt that the identity of a study god was useful. If it had been “Xu Sheng”’s body, this group of people would have panicked and dispersed.

Houjun took out the phone that he had hidden under his desk, and the group of people continued to play the unfinished round.

“Hou ge, there’s someone in the bushes.”

“Yes yes yes, fuck, he wants to snipe you.” 

Hou Jun, “Look at this headshot! Classmates, get ready to cheer for your Hou ge.”

The cheers did not sound as promised.

In the silence, someone said, “This technique of yours can’t make it… Ten shots but none of them hit.”

The game they were playing was a popular shooter game. Xu Sheng’s account had already entered the top 100 ranking in the server. 

When the classes had just been split, Xu Sheng wasn’t familiar with the students in Class Seven. Usually, everyone looked serious in class. Who would have thought that he would still see the class president take the lead in playing games.

It looked like they were usually too stressed. After all, they were all teenagers, how could they hold back the hotbloodedness in their hearts?

 

Hou Jun saw the character’s HP on his screen slowly decrease and was ready to start another round–– when a hand stretched out from the side. That hand’s joints were prominent, and tapped lightly on the screen, seemingly without effort, dragging the character and easily avoiding the attack from behind, using an S-shaped walking pattern to successfully hide in a blind spot.

“Amazing.” 

Hou Jun exclaimed, “It was basically impossible to survive.”

Then he finally turned his head to see who it was. He followed the hand, and could see a familiar grey-blue uniform. The formal uniform was worn a bit casually, and because of the separation by the row of tables and chairs, “Shao Zhan” was able to stretch his hand over because his entire body had bent over half of the table. He was sitting sideways on the desk, his long legs crossed casually.

Xu Sheng finished controlling the character, retracted his hand and said, “He can’t hit from this angle, next time you can just run to the blind spot.”

Hou Jun clapped his hands. “Other than amazing, I can’t find a second term. So I’ll say it again, that’s too amazing.” 

The rapport between students could be built that easily.

After two rounds, the person in the centre changed.

Xu Sheng was in the middle, surrounded.

Not only did they play games, several people were already addressing him as brother. Xu Sheng was affectionately called “Zhan ge”, and Xu Sheng also called Hou Jun “Hou zi” 

This was what Shao Zhan saw when he entered the class.

Someone asked, “Zhan ge, do you usually like to play games?”

Xu Sheng immediately wanted to say that if he didn’t like to play games, could he still be considered a normal youth in the contemporary age, but just as he was going to say that, he realised who he was right now.

“So-so.” Xu Sheng got into character, and used the opportunity of the character in camouflage bending down to pick up equipment to say, “I play games mainly to train my thinking and reaction, so as to improve my learning efficiency.” 

“Zhan ge’s state of mind,” the boy beside Hou Jun said, “is different from us commoners.”

Xu Sheng had an impression of this boy. When they were selecting their class committee, he had been passed with a unanimous vote and became a sports committee member in the end.

The sports committee member was called Tan Kai, less than 1.70 metres tall, and was very different from the tall and burly image of the other class’ sports committee members. His hair was cut like a “bullet”, the middle was slightly longer and stood up straight.

Tan Kai, “Can you tell us in greater detail about this thinking mode that can improve your learning efficiency?” 

“Sure.” Xu Sheng controlled the character to take out equipment. “This hand grenade, for example, what can you think about when you see it?”

Tan Kai didn’t know. “What?”

 

Xu Sheng tossed the hand grenade out. Whatever it was, he had to continue the bullshit he was saying before. He said calmly, “Parabola.”

But he hoped these brothers would not ask him about the theorem of the parabolic formula. 

Other than the name, he didn’t know anything else.

Luckily, Tan Kai was simply shocked, and it would be difficult to make him explain the parabolic formula on the spot. He was stunned, and then said sincerely, “I’m impressed! This makes me feel ashamed, I play games just for the sake of playing.”

“As expected, Zhan ge is the study god.”

“No wonder he throws the grenades accurately! Playing games and learning as he plays.” 

Shao Zhan’s expression grew darker and darker as those people babbled and chattered. “…”

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