The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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I'm not the kind of person who cares about grades, don't you think?" The corner of Zhao Yueyun's mouth twitched. Miss Gu Weiman was really not the kind of person who cared about her grades, otherwise she wouldn't have always been at the bottom of the grade but had no psychological burden at all. You can't be so excessive in the future, okay?" After she finished speaking, she looked at Gu Siyu again, her tone cold and stern, "Student Gu Siyu, your intention to help your classmates is good, but yo...
Everything went smoothly. This slap was enough to make Gu Weimian receive a serious warning or even get her expelled from school.
This matter will soon spread among the upper class circles. How can the Gu family tolerate an heir who was expelled from school?
But when it was about to succeed, why didn’t Gu Weimian follow the script?
Gu Siyu covered her cheeks, which were still burning. It was obvious that Gu Weiman had really used all his strength just now and did not hold back at all.
She was beaten for nothing? And she became the bad guy?!
Gu Weimian frowned, looking worried: "Siyu, I'm sorry, I was so shocked just now, I didn't expect you to say that, I hit you in a hurry. But I really don't want to cheat, I will study hard in the future, okay, and won't embarrass you."
When the classmates heard this, they all looked a little ashamed.
In every previous exam, Gu Weiman always dragged down the class average score, which made them very uncomfortable and some even wondered why Gu Weiman didn’t just disappear.
But if you think about it carefully, apart from his poor grades, Gu Weimian is actually pretty good in other aspects, right?
At least she is not like Gu Siyu, who doesn't feel guilty at all when it comes to cheating.
Zhao Yueyun's face turned completely cold, and she couldn't tell whether she was disappointed in Gu Siyu or something else.
However, she still had reservations about Gu Weimian and asked him again: "So, you really don't plan to cheat?"
A dark light flashed across Gu Weimian's eyes. He knew in his heart that Zhao Yueyun actually liked Gu Siyu more and stood on Gu Siyu's side.
She said slowly, "If I really wanted to cheat, I wouldn't just focus on this mock exam. I'm not the kind of person who cares about grades, don't you think?"
The corner of Zhao Yueyun's mouth twitched. Miss Gu Weiman was really not the kind of person who cared about her grades, otherwise she wouldn't have always been at the bottom of the grade but had no psychological burden at all.
If someone doesn't care whether he gets zero or full marks, why would he go to so much trouble to cheat?
Therefore, this matter should have been brought up by Gu Siyu.
Zhao Yueyun waved her hand in a disinterested manner: "Alright, alright, sit down. You can't be so excessive in the future, okay?"
After she finished speaking, she looked at Gu Siyu again, her tone cold and stern, "Student Gu Siyu, your intention to help your classmates is good, but you can't take such unorthodox measures!"
When Gu Siyu heard Zhao Yueyun say that she was taking a shortcut, she clenched her hands suddenly.
She has always been a good girl and a good student since she was a child, and she has never been criticized so harshly by the teacher in front of so many people in the class. She is so embarrassed!
It was obviously Gu Weimian who hit someone! It was obviously Gu Weimian who wanted to cheat, so how come in a few words, she got hit and it became her fault?
She stared at Gu Weimian blankly.
Gu Weimian sat down and ignored Su Siyu's thoughts. She was still confused.
She looked down at her white and tender palms. There were no wounds and her skin was soft, just like a pair of young girl's hands. Except for the place where her middle finger held the pen, there was not even a callus anywhere else on her fingertips.
She gently wiped the entire back of her hand, and the purple-blue burn marks left from blocking the poison for Ao Qijun seemed to be just her illusion.
His heart was restless, and huge ripples arose. He placed his fingers gently on his chest, and the scar left by the sharp scalpel on his chest before his death seemed to be non-existent.
Her fingers began to tremble slightly.
The familiar classroom, familiar classmates, familiar teachers, and my own skin that was still ridiculously delicate, everything pointed to one thing.
She covered her mouth to suppress the scream in her throat.
She is back... back to when she was seventeen, back to when the Gu family was still prosperous and she was still favored.