Almost Made the Literary Girl Generate Electricity Successfully

Su Kexi wore an unfriendly expression as she stared at Shen Nian, drawing glances from those around them.

What’s this about "classmate Cai Xukun"? Little hater, huh? Fragrant fried fish, my ass.

Anyone could tell Shen Nian had been caught zoning out—perfect material for some schadenfreude.

Shen Nian had already braced himself for a scolding and some extra homework as punishment.

But then Su Kexi pressed her lips together, seemingly unable to hold back a laugh, and walked out of the classroom with a smirk.

Shen Nian: ?

What kind of sick joke is this? Just came to mess with me, huh? Damn teacher and her weird sense of humor.

Shen Nian sighed in relief. Next Chinese class, he’d make sure to study other subjects like his life depended on it.

The morning was mostly spent going over the monthly exam answers and reviewing questions. Shen Nian’s accuracy was pretty high—a perfect score wasn’t even his goal anymore. Next target: 120 points.

In the afternoon, the sun dragged everyone into a drowsy haze as the whole school rehearsed for the sports day opening ceremony.

The administrators lounged in the shade on the stage while the students roasted under the sun. And of course, the higher-ups just wouldn’t stop yapping. Some girls were already squinting and clutching their foreheads, looking like they were about to pass out.

Xia Yanchun was on her period, and Shen Nian kept glancing her way, worried she might collapse mid-rehearsal.

Well, they’d grown up together. Even a pet dog would earn some affection, let alone Xia Yanchun—though, of course, she ranked a bit higher than a dog.

After school, the girls in class had changed into their cute class uniforms: white short-sleeved shirts, little ties, pleated skirts, and loafers—simple JK-style outfits.

Shen Nian and Chen Dong leaned against the hallway railing, eyeing every girl that passed by.

For some reason, their own class’s girls didn’t seem as attractive or bold as those from other classes. Some girls really pushed the limits with how high they hiked their skirts.

Shen Nian had no choice but to scrutinize them with a critical gaze.

Though, to be fair, most girls dressed pretty conservatively.

Other classes just had plain T-shirts as uniforms, and their students shot envious, helpless looks at the short skirts elsewhere, silently cursing their own homeroom teacher for being too uptight to spring for something nicer.

"Heh heh heh… slurp…"

Ma Mingfan joined them, leering shamelessly at a Lolita-dressed girl walking below.

"If you ever got isekai’d into a cultivation world, you’d 100% end up as a lecherous sect elder," Chen Dong joked.

Ma Mingfan scowled. "I’m not being creepy to their faces! And how dare you accuse me? Got any proof? Maybe I was just thinking about games! Games are way better than girls in skirts anyway!"

"Besides, what’s so creepy about it? If I don’t look, someone else will. Why shouldn’t I get in on it?"

"You guys wouldn’t get it—you actually talk to girls. We’re not the same."

With a dramatic wave, Ma Mingfan declared his righteous split from Chen Dong, vowing never to speak to him again.

…At least until the weekend.

Last time, in a fit of post-nut clarity, he’d rage-deleted all his saved links and now needed Chen Dong to re-share them.

"I agree with you," Shen Nian grinned.

"See that, Chen Dong? Shen Nian here is a role model—the epitome of an outstanding high schooler."

"Sure, sure. You two are absolute morons."

"You just slandered me, so you’re buying snacks from the canteen."

Unable to argue, Chen Dong reluctantly agreed to splurge.

As they headed downstairs, Shen Nian nearly collided with Lin Xiyuan, Li Shiyan, and a few other girls.

Hmm. Short skirt. White thigh-high socks. Pretty girls. But you’re right—Chen Dong’s treating us. Priority one: milk him dry. I’ll critique you ladies later back in class.

With just a quick nod as a greeting, Shen Nian dodged around Lin Xiyuan and bolted off before she could say anything.

"Xiyuan, what’re you staring at? Let’s go," one of the girls urged.

"Mm."

The classroom reeked of shampoo. After showering, the girls who didn’t have time to dry their hair properly liked to let it down and air-dry under the AC.

Too much fragrance was just as bad as stench. Shen Nian flung the windows open, and the fresh air instantly cleared his nose.

The wind today was particularly rowdy, and the setting sun painted the sky in fiery hues.

A bad feeling crept up on Shen Nian. He turned—just in time to lock eyes with Chen Qiuyu, who had just approached.

Before she could speak, Shen Nian cut her off.

"Quick question—how many points did you get on the math multiple-choice section?"

"…I, uh…"

Stammering, Chen Qiuyu’s lips quivered. She rubbed her eyes, then ran off in a huff.

Shen Nian exhaled. Close call. Almost let that airhead start her nonsense again.

Evening self-study. Su Kexi was back—again.

"Alright, settle down! Sports day opening ceremony is tomorrow. School requires uniform attire. Only exceptions are the freshman and sophomore performance groups. Closing ceremony’s optional—if you wanna change, wait till after that."

"You’ll get your phones tomorrow, but don’t just glue yourselves to them. Go cheer for your classmates, blah blah blah…"

"Teacher, can day students go home to change?" Shen Nian raised his hand.

Can I waste your time? No reason, just wanna waste it. Heh.

"Day students figure it out yourselves."

As everyone knew, day students had no rights. As long as they didn’t die off-campus, it was fine.

Su Kexi droned on, but Shen Nian tuned most of it out. Finally, it was time to pick a class chant for the opening ceremony.

Too lazy to decide herself, Su Kexi put it to a vote.

"Keep it positive—it’s for the administrators," she said, rapping the blackboard. Knowing Shen Nian was full of wild ideas, she called on him to liven things up. "Shen Nian, come up with something uplifting on the spot."

"Me?" Shen Nian looked up from secretly grinding math problems and pointed at himself.

"Is there another Shen Nian in this class?"

"Teacher, I’m Cai Xukun. You got the wrong guy…"

Su Kexi: ?

This damn kid.

She’d deliberately stood next to him to mess with him that morning, and now karma struck back this fast?

She couldn’t help but laugh, though—mission accomplished. The class erupted in chaos.

"PFFT—CAI XUKUN?! LMAO!"

"Dissin’ my idol? How dare you! Better never eat chicken feet again!"

"You~ what~ doing—ah~ yo~"

Shen Nian was basically a walking meme generator—pulled out whenever the class needed livening up. A little off-brand? Sure. But hey, it worked.

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