Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 896 - 897 Toxic Fatherly Love 29

Chapter 896: Chapter 897 Toxic Fatherly Love 29

The mock exam took place as scheduled, and Zhang Yu didn’t disappoint, scoring a decent result.

Everyone looked at the ranking list and saw a particular person charging ahead, and could only sigh helplessly.

"I originally thought that I was really working hard this winter break, but I never expected that she could still score better."

"Yeah," someone said with a helpless tone, "if my parents found out Zhang Yu scored so well, oh dear."

They could already predict that going home today wouldn’t be pleasant. "Anyway, at least my score this time is better than last time." No matter what, at least there is progress, which is better than none.

Everyone knows that senior year is tough, and they were all prepared for it. Last semester’s study intensity already felt exhausting to them.

It wasn’t until this semester that they realized it could be even more grueling; the time of drowning in a sea of papers didn’t need to wait until exam week.

Ever since the mock exam, they’ve been facing either exams or doing papers, or analyzing the steps to solve problems on the papers.

Previously, just hearing about the vast amount of homework was enough to make everyone groan.

Now, the amount of homework is very small; teachers directly tell them how many papers there are in the set for homework, speeding up the assignments.

But this amount of homework is truly terrifying; even with Zhang Yu’s quick hands, she barely completes the homework assigned by the teachers before school ends.

Zhang Yu wasn’t entirely satisfied with her speed, thinking it could be faster.

It’s not mere envy that goes beyond words when people watch Zhang Yu finish her homework during self-study classes – it’s jealousy and frustration.

Wang Lei, a friend of Zhang Yu’s, couldn’t help but sigh, "Zhang Yu, do you know you’ve become the class enemy now?"

Class enemy? Zhang Yu paused her packing slightly and then continued, "If my level is enough to be the class enemy, then you all really lack ambition."

"Shouldn’t you be surpassing me, becoming more impressive?" Zhang Yu asked, puzzled. "We need to pick up the pace in solving problems."

"Otherwise, if we encounter a lot of questions or difficult ones during the college entrance exam, we might easily waste time."

"Can we solve all the questions on the college entrance exam paper?" Zhang Yu knew that in their cohort, the difficulty of the college entrance exam papers was manageable, not too difficult, but the volume was overwhelming.

The result was that everyone’s speed slowed down; the later big questions often ended up rushed due to time constraints, and no one dared to think about the direct results.

Upon hearing Zhang Yu’s words, some people showed a thoughtful expression, while others dismissed it, thinking she was just showing off.

Zhang Yu didn’t care what they thought; some things only needed a reminder once. "Are you ready to go?"

"If so, let’s head back." Zhang Yu was straightforward; there were more questions waiting to be tackled at home.

Even though everyone was doing papers day in and day out, dreaming of them even, they all shuddered.

They came to terms with it, too. They would be tackling questions at home, and so would Zhang Yu; it’s not like she goes home to rest, which surprisingly uplifted their spirits quite a bit.

As for Zhang Yu doing so many questions and having better scores than theirs, they decided not to overthink it.

No one blamed their brains for not being as smart as Zhang Yu’s or their actions for not being as nimble. She represented intelligence and effort, and catching up with her would require unimaginable effort.

In the eyes of envious peers, Wang Lei sat on the back of an electric bike and, under their watchful gaze, left the school, leaving a group of people behind.

Liu Hui, with a sullen face, pushed his bike to go home. When he looked up and saw Zhang Yu leaving on an electric bike, he couldn’t help but grip his bicycle tighter.

He always wanted to improve his grades to show Zhang Yu that missing his tutoring was her biggest mistake.

He always aimed to work hard, but things never went as planned; since last semester’s mock exam, his grades had been on a downward spiral.

Despite putting in significant effort, he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t making progress, or even regressing.

Later, he found the reason: it was not that he was regressing, but that everyone around him was moving forward with effort.

Buying more practice books and doing more questions, and with increased familiarity, knowing how to solve them.

Everyone was a high school student, all striving forward; there weren’t many dummies among them.

Many other students were hiring tutors to supplement their lessons, some getting tutored by university students, and if they had money or connections, they’d directly hire teachers to tutor them.

As for him, hiring a tutor was out of the question. Neither Father Liu nor Mother Liu wanted to spend more money; all they ever said was that if he studies hard and does more questions, his grades will improve.

Liu Hui knew this truth all too well; he had been doing just that, but what were the results?

His grades were still falling back, much to Liu Hui’s anxiety. If things continued this way, he really worried whether he could get into college at all.

"I heard Zhang Yu’s scores have improved again in this month’s exam," said a boy who got along well with Liu Hui, speaking neutrally.

Ah, Zhang Yu’s grades were actually still improving? Liu Hui was a bit shocked; it completely overturned his previous expectations.

The boy faintly acknowledged with a "mm," "Continuously improving. Her scores have already reached the top 20 in humanities."

Everyone knew about Zhang Yu’s previous scores; they literally watched her improve step by step.

"It’s truly a reversal," the friend lamented. "Why can’t I progress as much?"

Not to be as outstanding as Zhang Yu, simply making it to the top 100 in science subjects would suffice, allowing him to choose a decent university.

Liu Hui heard this and felt very uncomfortable. Why was it just him struggling so much, his grades falling so much, while Zhang Yu’s grades kept improving? It felt so unfair.

"You know how our school’s humanities class stands, don’t you?"

"Her significant improvement indicates one thing: our school’s humanities class is indeed poor; otherwise, how could she improve so much?"

As someone who once tutored Zhang Yu, "I tutored her, so I have a say."

Liu Hui disliked hearing anyone mention how impressive Zhang Yu had become; it was like a slap to his face, implying his grades were terrible.

The friend didn’t want to hear Liu Hui complain about Zhang Yu anymore; while the school’s humanities class couldn’t compare to the sciences,

Zhang Yu’s significant improvement had even the teachers rooting for her, which pointed out a fact: Zhang Yu indeed had excellent grades.

"It’s getting late; I’m heading home." The friend suddenly recalled Zhang Yu’s improvement happened after she parted ways with Liu Hui.

Likewise with several other peers: after limited interaction with Liu Hui, their grades improved.

Should he give it a try, observe the effect? If it indeed worked, he must not strengthen his connection with Zhang Yu, lest he missed a golden chance for improvement, which would be a regrettable loss.

Liu Hui had no idea that his casual remark had caused the friend, who formerly stood by him firmly, to form an opinion about him.