An Extra Update for Reader [灬A Guai灬]

An extra chapter for the reader 【灬阿怪灬】!

Shen Zhongping’s face was practically splitting with a smile.

He laughed and laughed, then suddenly slammed his fist on the table in frustration.

“Why?! Why are they all G1 level? Can’t I get just one at G2?”

Shen Zhongping was both happy and annoyed at the same time.

This bittersweet feeling—pain mixed with joy—is something only letter-grade players can truly understand.

He immediately set about arranging the rewards.

For example, making calls to wealthy alumni to secure some sponsorship.

Though the prize money couldn’t be openly disclosed, considering the family situations of Lin Mo and Tong Dong, Shen Zhongping hoped to pull in as much sponsorship as possible.

Novels often mention the city’s richest person donating a building to the school to get some favor, but that’s an old-fashioned setup.

Nowadays, the most they can do is collect sponsorships to upgrade equipment.

Donate a building?

This little patch of land doesn’t even have enough space for that.

Still, if there’s prize money for student competitions, it’s worth trying to get sponsorships.

After all, the stronger the school, the stronger its alumni naturally are.

And of course, only those with real strength can be called alumni.

After a few calls, Shen Zhongping hung up with a satisfied smile.

Later, they could record a video or take photos, so Lin Mo and Tong Dong’s lives wouldn’t be so hard.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhongping couldn’t help but sigh.

“Sure enough, poor kids grow up fast. These one or two geniuses all come from tough family backgrounds.”

After sighing, Shen Zhongping sent several thumbs-up emojis in the math teaching group chat.

He then gave special praise to Chen Xiaoya, Tong Dong’s math teacher, and Xu Haoming.

Soon, Lin Mo and Xue Zigui returned to the classroom one after the other. The once noisy room didn’t quiet down, but some eyes glanced their way before quickly looking away.

Jiang Yunlu immediately turned around, leaned forward, and lowered her voice, her eyes shining with eager excitement. “Provincial First?”

Lin Mo nodded, “Provincial First.”

Jiang Yunlu’s eyes lit up instantly—she knew exactly what that meant. Her voice brightened, “That means you can go to the national competition! That’s amazing!”

Jiang Yunlu clapped happily. Chu Miaomiao, sitting behind Lin Mo, didn’t know what “Provincial First” or “national competition” meant but joined in the applause out of pure curiosity.

When the clapping stopped, Chu Miaomiao leaned forward with a face full of innocent wonder. “What’s Provincial First? Does it mean first place in the whole province?”

Lin Mo smiled and said, “Yes, first in the entire province.”

Others might think it was a joke, but Jiang Yunlu was well-informed. She stared at Lin Mo in disbelief.

“Really first in the whole province?”

She knew Lin Mo was talented, but hearing it firsthand made her ask again.

Lin Mo just smiled and said nothing.

“That’s way more impressive than my city competition championship,” Jiang Yunlu said sincerely, her eyes shining with joy.

Before long, the class bell rang, and Chen Xiaoya stepped in on the chime.

Chen Xiaoya’s face lit up like it was a festival, and standing on the stage, she smiled cheerfully.

“Before class starts, I have some good news to share.”

Everyone looked up at Chen Xiaoya.

Her gaze swept across the room before settling on Xue Zigui.

“First of all, congratulations to our classmate Xue Zigui for winning the provincial second prize in the recent high school mathematics competition! Let’s give him a round of applause!”

She led the applause, and the classroom instantly filled with clapping.

After the kidnapping incident, Xue Zigui’s reputation had skyrocketed. His gripping little essay had circulated widely in the class group chat, making him somewhat of a celebrity. Everyone was more than willing to show their support.

As the applause died down, Chen Xiaoya’s smile deepened. She paused for a moment, as if preparing to deliver even bigger news.

Then she cleared her throat and deliberately drew out the tone: “And… congratulations to our classmate Lin Mo for winning the provincial first prize in the competition, ranking first in the entire province. Let’s give him a big round of applause.”

Chen Xiaoya was indeed an experienced teacher.

There was applause to encourage, and applause to celebrate.

The art of language, perfectly displayed.

This time, the applause was even more enthusiastic, with Zhang Yuzhong, Fang Jun, and Xu Sheng leading the charge.

Their hands clapped so hard they were nearly red.

--System: Just a provincial first place? I’m the strongest in the universe! I can take on ten of them!--

Old Bai was quietly peeling a crisp peach nearby. This newly available fruit tasted pretty good—couldn’t always be peeling apples.

“This kid got first in the province. Honestly, I wouldn’t dare let him help out. If something goes wrong, wouldn’t Master Beixuan kill us all?” Liu Zheng sighed and shut his laptop.

Shouzhen took the peach Old Bai handed him and then passed it to the bedridden Xia Zhi.

“Is it possible that Master Beixuan already knows about this and wants Lin Mo involved? After all, didn’t Lin Mo say that Master Beixuan can foresee everything?” Xia Zhi analyzed, biting into the peach.

Old Bai picked up another peach and started peeling again, chiming in, “I think it’s very likely. After all, Lin Mo could have just stayed out of it.”

At this, everyone fell silent.

They all knew the problem, even without Lin Mo spelling it out.

Shouzhen shook his head and sighed, “Honestly, I think we’re overthinking it. If we follow Liu’s method, the real danger is actually us.

And even Master, our ancestral teacher, wouldn’t dare to take a bullet for us. Just on that alone, if we get into trouble, Lin Mo might not necessarily be affected.”

Old Bai handed the peeled peach back to Shouzhen.

Then he continued, “Whether we’re scared or not, we have to find a way to solve this problem. We just have to go all out. What’s there to fear?”

“You sound like you’re on board with that,” Liu Zheng sighed.

Still, he kept staring at his phone, hoping for a reply from Master Beixuan.

Before long, a message from an unknown number popped up.

“Doesn’t matter. I will take action.”

Just that one sentence made Liu Zheng jump to his feet.

“He’s here… Master Beixuan says he will intervene!”

Shouzhen, biting into his peach, hurried over as well.

Looking at the sentence above, he couldn’t help but ask, “But does Beixuan Zhenren actually know how to use a phone? My master ancestor doesn’t even like using one.”

Liu Zheng recalled Beixuan Zhenren in his polo shirt.

“He probably does. I think Beixuan Zhenren has pretty good taste in clothes.”

Mainly, he didn’t dare say anything bad about Beixuan Zhenren—clearly, Beixuan Zhenren could hear them talking.

So Liu Zheng decided to speak from the heart.

Shouzhen thought for a moment and said, “That polo shirt isn’t really that good-looking, I think…”

Before he could finish, there was a sharp smack in the air.

Shouzhen got lightly smacked on the back of his head.

At the same time, the phone in Liu Zheng’s hand received another message.

“I hate Quanzhen Taoists who talk behind people’s backs the most.”