Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 742 - 743 Freeloading Man 28_1

Chapter 742: Chapter 743 Freeloading Man 28_1

The results were out quickly, and Chiang Yi’s scores had slipped a few more places; even his homeroom teacher reported his results without criticizing him anymore.

Being in their final year, many students were striving and pushing forward, and one could see their efforts.

Chiang Yi was the only one who, despite appearing serious, didn’t seem to know what was going on in his head, obviously not paying attention during lessons.

The homework he turned in was clearly perfunctory, showing a deliberate lack of effort.

If he were a diligent student, the homeroom teacher would definitely criticize him and ask his parents to come to the school for a serious discussion.

But in Chiang Yi’s case, the homeroom teacher had completely given up. If he scolded Chiang Yi, he would be accused of targeting the boy, making him seem like he was purposely picking on Chiang Yi.

If only the boy had put in some effort, then such accusations would have been unjust, but looking at his performance, not to mention college, it’s questionable if any school would accept him at this rate.

Chiang Yi looked at his grades expressionlessly, genuinely not understanding how things had come to this.

He had indeed put in a lot of effort recently and had thought he would score reasonably well this time.

But unexpectedly, not only did his grades not improve, they had noticeably slipped.

When he took his report card from the homeroom teacher, he initially thought that the teacher would scold him.

Instead, the teacher just looked at him coldly, silent and seemingly unwilling to waste a moment more than necessary.

Now he realized that a teacher’s reprimand meant that they still believed you could be salvaged.

But once they didn’t want to bother with you, sorry, that meant you were a hopeless case. Chiang Yi began to panic. What should he do?

He really didn’t dare to bring this report card back to show his parents; he had promised them he would give them a big surprise in this term’s test.

Now, he was going to bring them shock, not a surprise. How could this happen?

Chiang Yi couldn’t make sense of it and didn’t understand why fate was so cruel to him.

His friend, upon seeing Chiang Yi’s grades, was also astonished. He had thought that Chiang Yi’s poor performance last semester was because of Song Lei’s influence.

During the summer break, Chiang Yi had worked hard and said his grades would improve, yet this was the result of his entire summer’s effort?

His friend really didn’t know what to say; after a long thought, he could only offer some dry words of consolation before returning to studying.

They were in their final year and needed to work even harder; no time could be wasted.

Song Lei, previously affected by Chiang Yi’s grades, no longer showed any reaction; he was just another classmate to her now.

Rather than waste time paying attention to someone, she’d be better off focusing on doing more practice and considering her options. She had already set her sights on some schools she liked during her time abroad in the summer.

As for her relationship with Xia Yuanji, that too had settled. Both the Xia and Song Families were naturally happy to see it succeed.

After much thought, Chiang Yi looked up at Song Lei and saw her concentrating on solving problems, completely ignoring him. This made him even more depressed.

"Was I really not good to Song Lei before?" Chiang Yi asked softly.

His friend, pondering over a mistake in his work, responded without hesitation, "You were never good to her."

"You treated her like she was at your beck and call. That’s when Song Lei liked you."

"When everyone talked about how Song Lei was this or that, you didn’t join in the conversation."

"I advised you before—if you didn’t like her, just break up with her and don’t be too much."

Now, everyone said Song Lei’s good grades and the excellent student-athlete by her side were the best revenge against Chiang Yi.

His friend felt there was some truth to this, "Everyone initially thought Song Lei was just holding up after your breakup."

"But look at you now..." Song Lei’s grades had risen to the top 80, making her eligible for the elite classes.

Then there’s Chiang Yi, whose grades were at the bottom, which was something initially avoided in conversation.

But seeing his friend’s expression, he couldn’t help but add, "During the summer, someone saw Song Lei and Xia Yuanji on a flight."

"However, they were on an international trip, apparently to America."

Being able to go abroad at this critical juncture, especially to America, anyone with half a brain could guess their intentions.

Chiang Yi remembered talking about this during the summer, "She was going to choose a school."

"Song Lei mentioned before that if her grades weren’t good, she could study abroad, but aren’t her grades fine now?" Chiang Yi didn’t get it.

With such good grades, she could get into a decent university in China, so why did she insist on going abroad?

"Xia Yuanji plans to study abroad." Chiang Yi recalled the high school that guy attended; "Many of its students choose to study abroad."

This is too much, Chiang Yi thought. Why choose to study abroad? If she stayed, he might still have a chance, but with the options abroad, there was no hope considering his circumstances.

"Her family isn’t exactly struggling," Chiang Yi’s friend remarked, believing Chiang Yi’s current state was due to his own actions.

If only he had treated Song Lei a little better, he wouldn’t have fallen to this low.

Now, who could he blame for the situation? It was all because he hadn’t cherished what he had.

Looking at Chiang Yi now, he was the epitome of despondence. Did he still have a chance?

His friend felt that unless Chiang Yi could pull himself together, his life might as well be over.

Chiang Yi lowered his head and didn’t speak. After a long while, he offered a bitter smile, "Yeah, we’re from different classes, and no matter how much I resent it, what can I do?"

"I..." Chiang Yi couldn’t explain why, but he felt an emptiness inside, as if he had missed out on something important.

"Let’s study." His friend remembered something he overheard at the office today, "I was in the office today when I heard the teachers discussing making a separate class for students with the lowest scores."

Without mentioning more, everyone understood what that meant—grouping the students with the lowest scores together was the equivalent of writing them off.

What could parents even say in protest? Reality is harsh, and all is judged by scores.

The creation of a class for those at the bottom, that thought made Chiang Yi’s heart race. His current grades were just about okay, not in the bottom 50.

But with the speed of his dropping scores, it would only be a matter of time. "I remember, after entering our final year, there are monthly exams," Chiang Yi said softly.

"That’s the rule," his friend said with a wry smile. "Why else would they call the final year hell?"

Chiang Yi had never worried about monthly exams before, but the situation was different now. He had to be vigilant; any slip could have dire consequences.

His expression became serious, "I can’t end up in that class."

If he entered that class, his life would truly be over, "Thank you."

Chiang Yi knew his current situation was not good, and he no longer had the luxury to worry about trivial matters.