Chapter 52
"Sigh, I made so many careless mistakes, otherwise I would have scored six hundred,"
Gu Ran said in a sorrowful tone, though his words were a humblebrag.
Ye Zhenzhen: "???"
Six hundred?!
Her cold, clear eyes instinctively narrowed as she looked at the boy beside her with suspicion.
She paused, then said slowly, "Should we... go home and play some games for a bit?"
Play games?
Gu Ran blinked in confusion, turning his head to look at her in surprise. He asked, puzzled, "Why play games?"
"Um... no reason. I'm just worried that you're under too much stress."
Her clear eyes were full of concern. Ye Zhenzhen was genuinely worried that this guy had studied so hard he'd gone crazy and fried his brain.
Under too much... stress?
Gu Ran processed this for a moment, and his face instantly darkened. He said speechlessly, "Ye Zhenzhen, you don't believe me?!"
"Show some respect, call me Sister!"
Hearing him call her by her full name, Ye Zhenzhen didn't even think. She instinctively pouted and reached out her small foot to give him a light kick.
This guy had been getting more and more out of line lately, frequently calling her by her full name.
He was nothing like the obedient boy he was when they first met, making her feel that her dignity as an older sister was being severely violated.
"Pfft! As if I'd believe you. Tell me the truth, how much did you actually get?"
Ye Zhenzhen wouldn't believe he almost scored six hundred even if you beat her to death.
The average score of the advanced class was only a little over six hundred, and that was the result of three years of hard work.
But this guy used to be a two-or-three-hundred-point student. If he could score six hundred after just one month of hard work, how were people who studied diligently supposed to feel?
They might as well just not study at all and start cramming in the last hundred days of their senior year.
"Ye Zhenzhen, don't look down on people!"
Ye Zhenzhen: "???"
She froze upon hearing this, blinking her eyes in bewilderment and disbelief.
Did this guy just call her a dog?!
"You... you're rebelling against the natural order!"
She gritted her teeth, a flash of embarrassment and anger in her cold eyes, and stretched out her leg to kick the disrespectful guy again.
The two of them bickered and fought all the way home. Without even eating lunch, the triggered girl dragged Gu Ran straight into her bedroom.
"Oh my, why are you in such a rush!"
Gu Ran was yanked into the room. He frowned, reached up to adjust his collar, and then pretended to be serious as he spoke.
In a rush?
Coupled with his tone, Ye Zhenzhen felt like this guy had said something inappropriate again.
He just wouldn't stop, would he?
Her dignity as an older sister was being provoked time and time again. She couldn't help but bite her lip, glaring at him in humiliation and anger.
"What? Don't look at me like that. Please restrain yourself."
Seeing her fierce expression, Gu Ran raised an eyebrow. He wasn't scared in the slightest; instead, he found the contrast rather cute.
Seeing him act all coy while saying such terrible things, Ye Zhenzhen ground her teeth audibly.
"Gu 'Dog' Ran, have you ever heard of the Jiamusi grand sweep kick?!"
Gu Ran: "???"
The next second, rhythmic screams echoed through the girl's bedroom.
...
Too lazy to bother with a certain mentally unstable person, Ye Zhenzhen regained her unapproachable demeanor after venting her anger.
With an indifferent expression on her face, she reached into Gu Ran's backpack, pulled out his answer sheets, and began to look through them one by one.
She wouldn't have known if she hadn't looked, but once she did, she was startled.
The more she looked, the more shocked she became.
Math 94?
Not bad, not bad. He made progress and managed to pass!
Comprehensive Science 184?
Quite good, a huge improvement!
Chinese 102, pretty standard.
English... 146?!!
What was going on?!
Did he cheat?
She blinked, then rubbed her eyes in disbelief, looking as if she had seen a ghost.
"Hey, hey, what's with that expression?"
Noticing the look on the girl's face, Gu Ran frowned.
Why was she looking at him like she'd seen a ghost?
So what if he scored 54 on the last exam and 146 on this one? Was it really that outrageous?
Basic operation, just basic operation, no need to be amazed.
Furthermore, he felt that if he hadn't accidentally used a few obscure vocabulary words during the essay section, his score probably would have been even higher.
After all, of the four points he lost, three were deducted from the essay.
But it couldn't be helped. Although his English was good in his past life, the vocabulary he was most familiar with was related to the IT industry.
It wasn't obvious when doing multiple-choice questions, but as soon as he wrote an essay, it was easy to slip in some words never seen in high school.
Even though the teachers at First High were great, they probably hadn't seen many of the words he used, so they might have just marked them as incorrect.
"Did you... really score this yourself?"
Holding the English answer sheet, she examined it left and right, still somewhat unable to believe it.
"What else? Look at this essay. If I didn't write it myself, could I have hired a ghostwriter?"
Gu Ran felt helpless against Ye Zhenzhen's doubts.
Who could blame her when his score increase in this subject was so terrifying?
But he never thought about controlling his score. After all, if he didn't perform well in English, he really wouldn't have had the confidence to score over five hundred.
And if he didn't score over five hundred, how could he make a demand of this girl, Ye Zhenzhen?
At the same time, Ye Zhenzhen remembered that the guy in front of her could make games. She had seen his development process, with the screen full of English code, so she somewhat accepted this reality.
She couldn't help but sigh softly. The motivation of a hobby truly was infinite, making someone who hated studying force himself to master English just to make games.
She attributed the reason for Gu Ran's excellent English to his desire to develop games.
Then, she silently calculated Gu Ran's total score. With a quick addition, she found that it had indeed exceeded five hundred points—he scored exactly five hundred and twenty-six.
Remembering that she had promised to grant him one request if he scored over five hundred, her cheeks couldn't help but turn slightly red.
She had intended to pretend not to mention it and forget the whole thing, but in the next second, Gu Ran asked, "Ye Zhenzhen, looking at your face, you're not planning to go back on your word, are you?"
Ye Zhenzhen: "!!!"
Her cold eyes shrank, as if he had hit the nail on the head.
Lacking confidence, Ye Zhenzhen nevertheless retorted loudly, "Who... who wants to go back on their word? It's just promising you one request. Don't assume everyone is as stingy as you are, okay?!"
It was as if speaking louder made her feel more confident.
Gu Ran: "???"
He hadn't even mentioned what she might be going back on, and this girl had already outed herself?
A suicide bomber, huh?!
Alright, alright. He had noticed her expression was off earlier, and it turned out she really was thinking about reneging on her promise.
"I've made my decision!"
He suddenly spoke up, startling the guilty girl opposite him.
"What... what have you decided?"
Ye Zhenzhen blinked, her usually indifferent face now showing a hint of unnaturalness.
"My request is..."
Gu Ran spoke slowly, and the girl's emotions fluctuated along with his words. Her pretty face gradually flushed crimson, who knows what she was imagining.
"Go watch a movie with me."
Watch a movie?
Ye Zhenzhen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. However, Gu Ran added another sentence, and her heart instantly leaped into her throat again...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
