Bishop Wangzai

Afternoon, English class, dictation.

Shen Nian kept his head down low, too afraid to speak.

He kept swearing loyalty to Teacher Yan Yuzhu, yet right in front of her, he was drinking the very beverage she hated the most.

What’s the difference between this and an NTR? It’s like an NTR happening right before her eyes.

Yan Yuzhu had just started the semester and even tailored a study plan specifically for him...

She often gave him rows of Wangzai milk...

She even helped him find ten sets of monthly exam papers from other schools...

Yan Yuzhu was so kind, yet here he was...

Shen Nian was heartbroken.

He blamed O-Pao. Looking at O-Pao, still full of charm despite the years, young and reckless, unable to resist temptation, he ended up buying a few extra bottles. If only he had given them all to Chen Dong and Ma Mingfan.

If he had, he could have earned two extra good points for himself.

Yan Yuzhu was still teaching, barely glancing at Shen Nian, and didn’t call his name during the dictation.

Haha, a teacher is still a teacher. At twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, how childish could she be? She wouldn’t make a fuss over Wangzai milk and O-Pao.

Shen Nian relaxed and smiled. Turns out he was just overthinking. But to be fair, O-Pao really was delicious. Next time, he’d sneak a sip to avoid getting caught by Yan Yuzhu again.

The bell rang.

Shen Nian was just about to wave at Xia Yanchun to borrow a couple of wet wipes to wipe his face when he suddenly heard the voice he least wanted to hear.

“Shen Nian, come to my office.”

Dun dun.

Shen Nian’s face stiffened. Was he about to be reprimanded? Teacher, please don’t be so childish.

He wanted to pretend he didn’t hear and head straight to the bathroom, but Yan Yuzhu was waiting for him by the back door.

Following Yan Yuzhu to the office, Shen Nian felt awkward and didn’t dare speak first. Su Kexi was nearby and couldn’t help but glance at him.

Usually, he was so lively, why was he so quiet today?

Yan Yuzhu sat down, tidied her desk a bit, then propped her smooth chin on her hand, absentmindedly clicking on the computer. After a while, she began to speak.

“Have you finished all the exam papers I found for you over the National Day holiday?”

“Yes, I have.”

“Hmm, even though these aren’t assignments I gave you, if you asked me for these papers, you can’t just do a half-hearted job.”

“I’ve finished them all—ten sets, including the Chinese essays.”

Su Kexi listened, clearly skeptical. Someone who doesn’t even do their national holiday homework would really finish ten sets of exam papers over a break?

Even if they tried, ten sets is a lot. Copying answers would be exhausting, let alone writing them all out themselves.

Actually, Yan Yuzhu wasn’t fully convinced either. That was eighty pages of papers. But Shen Nian had asked for them himself, not assigned by her. She didn’t have to check, but if he had done them, that was good. If not, he’d be in an awkward spot.

As a teacher, she didn’t want her students to end up in such embarrassing situations. She wasn’t like Su Kexi.

“I believe you. Hmm... since you’ve improved a lot in the monthly exams and have been very attentive in class, I’ll give you a little reward.”

Saying that, Yan Yuzhu opened a drawer.

Good, good, good—a whole drawer packed with rows of Wangzai milk. Judging by the amount, it must be a whole case, all neatly lined up and stuffed into the drawer.

Shen Nian twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced again at the trash can by his feet. A crumpled pile of tissues mixed with several wrinkled Wangzai milk cartons—he must really love drinking those.

Has Wangzai saved her life or something? Drinking it like water can't be good for you...

“Here, take these,” Yan Yuzhu said softly, pressing two rows of Wangzai cartons into his hand.

“Teacher, this... isn’t really appropriate, is it?” Shen Nian hesitated.

“It’s fine. You can tell your classmates that anyone who improves their test scores twice in a row and listens attentively in class can come to my office and get a bottle of Wangzai milk.”

Shen Nian: ...

Six hundred sixty-six, I’ve met the Wangzai saint—I’ll never betray this loyalty no matter what.

Let’s hold off on O-bubble for now; I’m afraid Wangzai might get the wrong idea.

“Teacher Yan, I really didn’t misjudge you,” Shen Nian grinned. Turns out Yan Yuzhu just came to get her Wangzai. His heart finally settled.

Yan Yuzhu covered her mouth and chuckled softly. Having nothing else to do, she let Shen Nian leave first.

There aren’t many geniuses in the nursing home. The window was open, and the breeze fluttered the curtains. Yan Yuzhu went to tie them together.

“You bought so much Wangzai but still drink water? How long are you planning to take to finish all that?” Su Kexi said, a bit speechless. Never seen a teacher with a drawer full of drinks before.

“If I can’t finish it, I’ll just share it with everyone,” Yan Yuzhu said, sipping water. “I bought it as backup. When I want some, I can just grab it. It’s not like I’m drinking it like water. If you want some, you can take it too.”

“I still prefer Yakult,” Su Kexi replied.

Yan Yuzhu’s face changed. “Yakult isn’t as good as Wangzai. Here, take two rows. Before you finish these, no other drinks allowed. Otherwise, next time at Haidilao, I won’t accompany you for a manicure.”

Su Kexi: ??

She’s officially preaching now—Wangzai’s high priest trying to convert heretics into believers.

No wonder Shen Nian is so loyal day after day. Turns out Yan Yuzhu has already converted him into a Wangzai cultist.

Shen Nian was delighted.

He was called to the teacher’s office to receive a reward.

Honestly, it made sense. Adventurers who kill monsters every day deserve some rewards.

The homeroom teacher Su Kexi, some English teacher who always gives wrong answers, Teacher Menglei... all geniuses in their own right. But how the system decided Yan Yuzhu was a genius too, despite being so good, is beyond him.

Calling such a wonderful teacher a genius? System, you really have issues.

Li Shiyan had taken cold medicine at noon and was feeling much better. That morning she was curled up like a soft ball, shivering from the cold. Now she was happily chatting and laughing next to Xia Yanchun.

“Seriously, you didn’t get killed by the cold?” Shen Nian said in disbelief.

Li Shiyan immediately huffed in anger. This isn’t ancient times, and she’s not a three-year-old kid. She’s a senior in high school—who still dies from a cold?

Shen Nian’s words were obviously mocking her weak constitution.

Li Shiyan’s cheeks flushed red, but she didn’t dare retort. She decided to give Shen Nian the cold shoulder.

“Here, have a bottle of Wangzai. You should have one too,” Shen Nian said, tearing open a carton and handing it to the two girls.

Sitting next to him often meant getting plenty of snacks.

Xia Yanchun and Shen Nian were pretty close; she could comfortably enjoy his little perks without feeling awkward. But Li Shiyan wasn’t the same—after accepting a Wangzai drink, she softly said, “Thank you,” her eyes curved into a gentle smile. Suddenly, she thought Shen Nian was such a genuinely good guy.

Next up were Chen Dong and Ma Mingfan.

“What’s our relationship again?”

“Brother Nian, you’re my ‘die’!” Ma Mingfan blurted out immediately. (Note: “die” is a slang term meaning “partner in crime” or “bro,” often used among close friends.)

Shen Nian then looked at Chen Dong.

“We’re brothers, so what’s there to say? Just hand it over to me directly.”

“666, totally flipping the script.” (Note: “666” is internet slang in Chinese, meaning “awesome” or “cool.”)

It genuinely made Shen Nian laugh, and he still gave Chen Dong a bottle.

Since Ma Mingfan was quick to call Shen Nian “die,” Shen Nian even gave him the last bottle of O’Pao from his bag.

Ma Mingfan was moved to tears, vowing never to pat Shen Nian’s head again—he was definitely becoming a godfather now.

He thought to himself, “I want to be a three-family star... no, wait, I want to be a three-surname family servant.”

Self-study class...

Ma Mingfan sipped his O’Pao, feeling something was off. He immediately patted Chen Dong on the shoulder.

“Chen Dong, Shen Nian, I remember O’Pao is also under the Wangzai brand, right?”

“So what?”

Shen Nian, resting his face on his hand while doing practice problems, was already looking for a chance to punch Ma Mingfan for interrupting him.

Ma Mingfan took a deep breath and dropped a bombshell: “Since they’re from the same brand, does that mean O’Pao and Wangzai are sister products?”

“I mean, if I take a sip of Wangzai and then a sip of O’Pao, does that count as playing around with a pair of sisters at the same time?”

Shen Nian: ?

Chen Dong: ?

Xia Yanchun, eavesdropping, was also puzzled.

Li Shiyan blinked, not really catching the guys’ conversation. Seeing all the question marks hovering above everyone’s heads, she shyly added her own.

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