Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 269 They Are Dreaming

What didn’t He Lv know? Someone had used his name to gain a favorable reputation, and had he not come forward himself, he would have remained unaware of such a shameless person.

"I have something to take care of, so I’ll be going now." He said as he picked up his briefcase and walked towards the exit.

Not a single person in the room followed after him; all eyes turned with a mix of curiosity and blame toward the Shen Family. Shen Xuan hung her head low, her face burning red hidden under her long hair.

She dared not meet their stares, each gaze sharp as a knife landing upon her neck, utterly humiliating!

She couldn’t understand how such a mistake could happen, and even worse, to be exposed by the person concerned on the spot.

Fortunately, there were only so few people present; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to show her face.

"Mr. Shen, I have other matters to address, so I must be on my way."

"I have engagements as well, please feel free to stay."

Soon enough, only the Shen Family remained in the entire private room.

Shen Xuan felt as though all her strength had been drained, sitting dispirited in her chair, her mind a complete blank.

"Husband, what on earth happened? Wasn’t Professor He Lv the one we invited?" Bai Hui’s face showed disbelief; if not for the face of the Shen family, who else would have the clout to invite him?

Shen Jiping’s face was dark, and he remained silent. Initially, when he heard Shen Xuan say that He Lv would be coming to Lancheng High School, he thought they had invited the real He Lv. Little did he know that this He Qian also had the surname He, and a single character difference had caused him to lose so much face.

After leaving the Shangyun Hotel, Shen Xuan had no intention of returning to school for classes. She asked for leave and went straight home, sitting in front of her dressing table with a chilling gaze.

Suddenly, her phone rang, and her cold eyes swept over to it, her fingernails digging into her flesh.

Zhao Min was the type of person who couldn’t stand to see anyone fare better than her. Once she saw the article on the school forum, she immediately forwarded it to Shen Xuan and then tucked her phone into her desk with a smirk, starting to do her exercises.

This was a mess she had taken upon herself, and she was the one who was embarrassed. It had nothing to do with her, but conveniently informing her of this news, she should be grateful.

**

After waking up, Yun Yue felt the intense study atmosphere of Class 7, her eyes half-closed as she took an English book out of her desk and started to read.

When evening self-study was over, she packed up her things and glanced at the students of Class 7. With a lift of her delicate eyebrows, she asked, "Not leaving yet?"

"Sister Yue, you go ahead, we’re going to stay a bit longer and work on some problems," Yang Xing replied with his head lowered, diligently working on his exercises.

Wang Ning’s usually steadfast face looked a bit unnatural as he quickly bowed his head and began to work, "Yeah, go ahead. We’re all going to stay and do some questions."

Yun Yue didn’t bother with them any longer, slinging her bag over her shoulder and walking out with a carefree swagger.

Once she was gone, the people from Class 7 locked the door and windows, huddling together.

"Feel free to share any thoughts you all might have," Yang Xing said, taking a seat at the center.

Liu Xiaopang felt a discomfort in his chest and, in annoyance, said, "The teacher from Beijing No.1 High School was really irritating today."

They acted as if they were superior only because their teaching resources were better—for what?

Previously they had been so terrible, and now each one of them was confident about being admitted to Jing University. Even Beijing No.1 High School couldn’t boast such an admission rate.

"Yeah, so annoying, I really want to smack his face," Zhang Ziyue said, her pretty face puffing up her cheeks in frustration.

Rong Li propped her chin with her hand, "If... I mean if Lancheng High School’s students perform better than Beijing No.1 High School in the college entrance exams, what do you think would happen?"

"What would happen? They’d become legends, like gods in the annals of history!" Wang Ning said, standing up excitedly.

A second-tier city’s First Middle School outperforming Beijing No.1 High School was unthinkable.

They all watched Wang Ning, spurred by his fiery passion, and their hearts began to race with thumping beats.

Gu Yue was the only clear-headed one among them; he immediately threw cold water on the conversation, "Beijing No.1 High School’s senior year has over 1500 students, 960 in the sciences and 540 in the humanities. Our school has just over seven hundred. In their most recent monthly test, sciences alone had an average score of 637, whereas our overall average was 436. Beating them is more difficult than reaching the heavens."

Moreover, at this time, those students’ parents were desperately hiring private tutors to help them catch up. They still had room for improvement.

What they were lacking wasn’t just teaching resources but also mentality, talent, and family conditions.

Although Beijing No.1 High School’s faculty was better than any other middle school, it was indisputable that their students were better in all aspects compared to others, whether in studies or elsewhere. Their thinking was much more active than average students.

Getting into Beijing No.1 High School was like stepping half-foot into an elite 985 or 211 university.

His gaze dimmed, so this notion that they could beat No. 1 High School was simply impossible. Yun Yue could lead class seven because she had been tutoring them for more than half a year; it was impossible to lift the whole school now.

With only a month left until the college entrance exams, some had even given up struggling. They couldn’t possibly raise the morale.

"..."

They had just been flushed with enthusiasm when this idea emerged, but after Gu Yue’s analysis, they completely calmed down.

By average scores, they couldn’t even beat the Second Middle School, let alone those more prestigious schools. What made them so confident to claim they could triumph over Beijing No.1 High School?

For a time, they were all disheartened, slumping over their desks, as Zhang Ziyue aimlessly drew circles on the tabletop with her finger.

Everyone has a sense of pride and shame. They were so antagonistic towards class one before because class one looked down on their class seven. Now that someone was looking down on their school, naturally, they couldn’t swallow that insult either.

"Is it really... impossible?"

Yun Yue leaned against the wall outside the door, her body exuding a nonchalant, ruffian air. She slipped her hands into her pockets and her upturned eyes sliced through her innate wildness as she licked the corner of her lips.

Surprisingly, she seemed to have a strong sense of pride and shame.

But... were they dreaming?

Quietly, she left, passing by Mr. Xiao’s office.

Inside the office, the lights were on. Looking in from outside, all the senior-year teachers were working overtime, some discussing how to explain problems so students could understand, others organizing student files.

"Mr. Xiao, I know what I’m about to say may ring of moral coercion, but as a teacher, I truly hope my students get good grades. I know Yun Yue has only been at this school for a year and might not feel much for it, but you know how annoying what Professor He Qian said was..."

"I also know class seven possesses some incomprehensible materials. It’s okay if Yun Yue doesn’t share them, but I’ve heard that Yang Xing has been tutoring Wei Xuan, who can now score over six hundred points. Could you persuade other students from class seven to tutor the senior students of First Middle School too?"

"This... I’ll ask them for their opinion," replied Mr. Xiao, who, as a teacher at First Middle School, naturally hoped his school could outdo the others.

Yun Yue had openly stated she wouldn’t be tutoring other students, and with her resolute nature, it seemed impossible. But maybe Yang Xing and the others could be convinced.

"Great, great, great, just talk to them. They’re all good kids; I believe they will agree," said the teacher, immediately smiling at the prospect.

The kids from class seven looked quite spirited; in reality, they had a strong sense of honor. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have clung to their grudge with class one in the first place.