The Most Random System

Chapter 981 - 451: Zhang Haoyang Brings Trouble to Wang Ze (Part 3)

F*ck, that’s really bad.Xue Jian, the evil Old Deng.

"Alright, alright, I won’t make you finish this test paper tonight; treat it as weekend homework. Questions 7 and 14 you can skip if you don’t know, we haven’t covered them yet."

"Your papers will be given to you during math class tomorrow,"

Xue Jian said this and recalled Lin Li’s earlier comment, shooting him a disgruntled look, then turned to Wang Ze, rapping his desk to emphasize:

"Finish them independently; whether you copied it, we teachers can tell at a glance. Don’t be lazy unnecessarily. If you’re going to copy, you might as well admit you didn’t do it."

Wang Ze, who had been chuckling, was surprised to be implicated and hung his head: "Got it."

It’s easy to say, but if I actually say I didn’t do it, you wouldn’t be happy...

Besides, it’s not really something you can spot at a glance.

Wang Ze knew very well why Xue Jian was suddenly targeting him; a minor incident happened to him this week.

If you ask Wang Ze, Zhang Haoyang really should practice his handwriting.

This week, I copied my physics homework too hastily, and turned an answer that was "13" into a "B".

But that wasn’t too bad, because I could stubbornly claim I meant to write 13, just connected them accidentally. The problem was that there was another question about the stratification phenomenon of rice in water, a basic question, where the answers were "ρ rice > ρ water", "ρ rice = ρ water", and "ρ rice

This little devil Zhang Haoyang, why did he write the ρ so high? After misreading it, I ended up copying it as "poo > pee", "poo = pee", "poo

Seeing this answer made the physics teacher laugh in anger, which led to it being reported to Xue Jian.

Sigh.

And that’s how it’s marked down in Xue Jian’s little notebook?

So, blame Zhang Haoyang, huh.

As for the other students besides Wang Ze, they weren’t surprised hearing they didn’t need to finish the paper today. The response was lukewarm, and the way they looked at the test paper was still a bit of a headache.

It wasn’t surprising because everyone knew Xue Jian was most likely joking. People just couldn’t resist hitting Lin Li and Bai Bufan while they were down.

Seeing the results of this ’’social experiment’’, Xue Jian in the hallway felt a bit disappointed: he thought the quality of today’s kids was really lacking. What’s wrong with the rest, no hands?

Can anyone really see Lin Li and Bai Bufan fall into a well and not throw stones down?

Are they recovering addicts?

As to why it was still a headache looking at the paper, this so-called weekend homework was an early assignment, which wasn’t good news.

While it seemed like they could finish early, those who have studied know that many teachers would still assign homework on Fridays as usual, then, upon students’ reminder, say, "Oh, oh, reduce a bit, just do XXX, leave the rest for next week" or "I remember, but one test paper for the weekend isn’t enough, this was supposed to be assigned anyway".

Assigning weekend homework early ≠ the only homework for the weekend.

Seeing the students in the classroom were listless, and with school almost over, there was little enthusiasm for study. Xue Jian smiled and temporarily left the doorway. When he returned about ten seconds later, he was carrying a box in both hands.

The packaging and opening clearly showed that this time, it was filled with actual apples.

"Starting from the first row, everyone come up and take an apple, don’t pick through them, they’re all good."

With a "boom," he put the heavy box on the podium and gestured to the students in the first row to come up.

"Oh, oh, oh—"

"Teacher, you’re the best!"

"I’d want a son like Old Jian Head!"

"In my next life, I want to be the teacher’s student again!"

"Alright, alright, keep it down." Since the other classes were still studying, Xue Jian gestured with his hand to lower the volume.

Lin Li and Bai Bufan exchanged a glance, breathing a sigh of relief.

Xue Jian does know how to do things.

Safe night, safely passed!

...

Three minutes later.

Lin Li and Bai Bufan looked at the apples they received early.

Then compared them to the apples the other students had.

"Teacher, why do our apples seem a bit smaller?" The two asked reluctantly but not quite believing, raising their hands.

Xue Jian: "Oh, those two were left in the office for a week, not like the freshly bought ones for everyone else. You two better eat them sooner; wait too long, and they might go bad."

Lin Li, Bai Bufan: "☉‿☉."

The smile isn’t out of understanding, it’s just because I’m f*cking out of options.