Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
TL: KTV= Karaoke TV
An Chuxia approaches the concerned teacher while she curses Meng Xiaonan mentally. Diarrhea? She has diarrhea, her family has diarrhea. Couldn’t she give a more elegant reason?
“I’m not uncomfortable… .” An Chuxia shakes her head in embarrassment and asks, “Teacher, why do you want to thank me?”
Her remark makes the class teacher immediately happy. She takes out a form from her drawer and shows An Chuxia Class A’s high score; their average score ranks second in the city. The school marked first is located on the outskirts of the city.
She can see that the teacher is very satisfied with this result. But An Chuxia is rather dissatisfied, thinking that if she could’ve participated in the exam, maybe, they could have raised the class rank to first. With this in mind, she can blame Basa Li for this outcome.
“If not for your help, An Chuxia, my progress as a class teacher won’t be as quick. So I’ve decided! Tonight at eight, I’ll pay for the whole class to go to “White Nights” KTV to sing! I’ve already told the other students, and you must come!”
An Chuxia originally wanted to refuse, but she accepts the invitation. Despite not ranking first, the class scored very well. But she has to make sure the time doesn’t conflict with her Basa Li project. “Teacher, I have been absent for two periods… .”
“Oh! As for that matter, young master Qilu told me since you had stomach pain, and weren’t able to participate, your score doesn’t count toward the average. Because of it, you can take the test in a course of several days… Yes, Chuxia student, since you had diarrhea, don’t eat bad things. Otherwise, your stomach won’t get better. Go to the hospital and have yourself checked. I have an acquaintance in the hospital at Center City. Do you need my help to get in touch with him?”
“No, no! Don’t!” An Chuxia waves her hands and rejects the teacher’s kindness. She rolls her eyes as she walks out of the teacher’s office.
Why was diarrhea given as a reason? Can’t they be less vulgar and more creative?
But Han Qilu actually helped her be excused by the class teacher. This is unexpected of him. Then she thought, this is his way of breaking Basa Li out of trouble. He’s afraid something would go wrong because of what Basa Li would say. Her thought of being thankful toward Han Qilu immediately dissipates.
Bah! Son of a bitch!
Han Qilu is taking a nap in the music classroom when he suddenly sneezes. Who is scolding him?
Since exams have just finished, the whole morning is disguised as a form of ‘celebratory homework’. Each classroom teacher discussed the class’ progress, spending half the time giving lecture, and the rest, analyzing the exam paper. This is how the morning passed. Meng Xiaonan didn’t take the exam. So naturally, she didn’t listen to the lecture. She spent the morning sleeping and dreaming of the past.
Fortunately, she is sensitive to the school bell, and is able to wake up before the bell rings.
“This concludes the analysis of the first paper. We will continue this afternoon.” The history teacher finishes up at the podium while the other students rush out of the classroom in full force.
“Laoda, where are we eating lunch?” Meng Xiaonan asks as she sees the young master walk leisurely to the front door.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
TL: KTV= Karaoke TV
An Chuxia approaches the concerned teacher while she curses Meng Xiaonan mentally. Diarrhea? She has diarrhea, her family has diarrhea. Couldn’t she give a more elegant reason?
“I’m not uncomfortable… .” An Chuxia shakes her head in embarrassment and asks, “Teacher, why do you want to thank me?”
Her remark makes the class teacher immediately happy. She takes out a form from her drawer and shows An Chuxia Class A’s high score; their average score ranks second in the city. The school marked first is located on the outskirts of the city.
She can see that the teacher is very satisfied with this result. But An Chuxia is rather dissatisfied, thinking that if she could’ve participated in the exam, maybe, they could have raised the class rank to first. With this in mind, she can blame Basa Li for this outcome.
“If not for your help, An Chuxia, my progress as a class teacher won’t be as quick. So I’ve decided! Tonight at eight, I’ll pay for the whole class to go to “White Nights” KTV to sing! I’ve already told the other students, and you must come!”
An Chuxia originally wanted to refuse, but she accepts the invitation. Despite not ranking first, the class scored very well. But she has to make sure the time doesn’t conflict with her Basa Li project. “Teacher, I have been absent for two periods… .”
“Oh! As for that matter, young master Qilu told me since you had stomach pain, and weren’t able to participate, your score doesn’t count toward the average. Because of it, you can take the test in a course of several days… Yes, Chuxia student, since you had diarrhea, don’t eat bad things. Otherwise, your stomach won’t get better. Go to the hospital and have yourself checked. I have an acquaintance in the hospital at Center City. Do you need my help to get in touch with him?”
“No, no! Don’t!” An Chuxia waves her hands and rejects the teacher’s kindness. She rolls her eyes as she walks out of the teacher’s office.
Why was diarrhea given as a reason? Can’t they be less vulgar and more creative?
But Han Qilu actually helped her be excused by the class teacher. This is unexpected of him. Then she thought, this is his way of breaking Basa Li out of trouble. He’s afraid something would go wrong because of what Basa Li would say. Her thought of being thankful toward Han Qilu immediately dissipates.
Bah! Son of a bitch!
Han Qilu is taking a nap in the music classroom when he suddenly sneezes. Who is scolding him?
Since exams have just finished, the whole morning is disguised as a form of ‘celebratory homework’. Each classroom teacher discussed the class’ progress, spending half the time giving lecture, and the rest, analyzing the exam paper. This is how the morning passed. Meng Xiaonan didn’t take the exam. So naturally, she didn’t listen to the lecture. She spent the morning sleeping and dreaming of the past.
Fortunately, she is sensitive to the school bell, and is able to wake up before the bell rings.
“This concludes the analysis of the first paper. We will continue this afternoon.” The history teacher finishes up at the podium while the other students rush out of the classroom in full force.
“Laoda, where are we eating lunch?” Meng Xiaonan asks as she sees the young master walk leisurely to the front door.
