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Chapter 205 Project Progress

After class, Lu Renkui went to the teacher's office.

Upon entering the office, I found several teachers chatting, seemingly discussing issues related to students' mental and emotional development.

Lu Renkui, inside Ying Meihua's body, found the homeroom teacher, Teacher Wang, who was speaking, based on his memories.

"Teacher Wang." Lu Renkui put her hands behind her back and called out "Teacher Wang" with her head down. Although she hadn't done anything wrong, she still felt a little guilty in front of her teacher.

Teacher Wang nodded, stopped talking, picked up the note on the table, and asked, "Do you know who threw this at you?"

“I don’t know, teacher.” Lu Renkui shook his head. “I was taking notes at the time, and I didn’t notice who threw it at me.”

"Hmm," Teacher Wang nodded, then asked, "How have you been getting along with your classmates lately?"

"Ah, I get along very well with my classmates," Lu Renkui said, rubbing his hands behind his back.

"Mm-hmm." Teacher Wang nodded and began grading the homework.

"Oh, right, teacher," Lu Renkui remembered that she had come to ask the teacher to change her seat, "Could I change my seat?"

"Change seats?" Teacher Wang keenly noticed the request from this usually easygoing girl, stopped writing, and asked, "Why?"

“Oh, that’s how it is,” Lu Renkui said. “I sit behind Jiang Hai, and people keep coming to Jiang Hai’s seat, which is a bit noisy, so I can’t rest during breaks.”

"Okay, I understand. You can go back now," said Teacher Wang, adjusting the gold-rimmed glasses that were perched on her face.

Lu Renkui nodded, turned around and was about to leave when he heard Teacher Wang say, "Go and call the Blue Star Map over for me."

Lu Renkui replied "Okay," and as soon as she entered the classroom, she shouted, "Lan Xingtu, Teacher Wang wants you to go find her!"

Lan Xingtu, who was sitting next to Jiang Hai with the other students and trying to chat with him, suddenly froze with a smile.

Lan Xingtu turned around stiffly and saw that the person who had called him to the office was "Ying Meihua," whom he disliked. Lan Xingtu immediately thought of the crumpled papers that had been taken away during biology class.

Lan Xingtu knew perfectly well what was written on those crumpled papers. She nervously bit her lip, stood up, and thought about how to answer Teacher Wang's questions.

When Lan Xingtu reached Ying Meihua's side, he mustered his strength and rammed into her, but he missed and almost fell to the ground.

After Lan Xingtu regained her footing, she looked in the direction where "Ying Meihua" had just been, still somewhat angry, only to find that "Ying Meihua" hadn't even glanced at her, but had gone straight back to her seat.

"You fatso." Lan Xingtu bit his lip and glared at Ying Meihua with his beautiful eyes.

In the end, Lan Xingtu still dawdled as he went to the teachers' office.

As expected, Lan Xingtu was scolded by Teacher Wang.

"What did you write to them in class? Huh?" Teacher Wang laid all the notes out on her desk, then took out a few more to show Lan Xingtu. "Is this something a student should write?"

Lan Xingtu glanced at the notes, which were covered with words like "fat pig," "idiot," "pretentious," and "who are you trying to seduce," making them particularly eye-catching.

Several points were written in red pen, likely jotted down while taking notes. This made Lan Xingtu's insults towards Ying Meihua seem even more vicious and glaring.

"It's normal for students your age to have crushes and experience romantic feelings," Teacher Wang said, suppressing her anger. "But you shouldn't bully your classmate in this way."

"But I just like him, and I don't want other girls around him..." Lan Xingtu was no longer as afraid as she had been before coming to the teacher's office, but she still didn't dare to speak too loudly to the teacher.

"Is this the age for you to be dating? You should be focusing on your studies. And just because you like someone, does that mean you can pass such insulting notes to the students sitting around them?" Teacher Wang took a sip of water to suppress her anger—she had seen all sorts of strange students over the years of teaching, but she still got really angry when she encountered one.

Judging by the time, it was about time. Teacher Wang stopped talking to Lan Xingtu, took a sip of water, waved to Lan Xingtu, and said, "Let's go back to the classroom."

On her way back to the classroom, Lan Xingtu felt increasingly aggrieved.

When Lan Xingtu arrived at the classroom, the Chinese teacher had already started the dictation exercise. Lan Xingtu called out "Report!" with a sob in his voice, then sat back down in his seat, writing down the ancient poems that the Chinese teacher had asked them to recite while tears streamed down his face.

"Cough cough." Her throat suddenly felt itchy, and Lan Xingtu couldn't help but cough twice, which sounded rather loud in the quiet classroom. She quickly covered her mouth to stop coughing, and then she felt something come out of her throat.

When the blue star chart came out, it was two green petals.

Green petals... Lan Xingtu immediately thought of Jiang Hai.

I've developed Hanahaki Disease, Lan Xingtu thought to himself. I don't even have the energy to recite ancient poems anymore, but Jiang Hai doesn't love me.

Lan Xingtu, with the thought that she was about to die, turned to look at Jiang Hai. She looked at Jiang Hai with lingering affection, and although she knew that Jiang Hai would not like her, she still fantasized about getting a kiss from him.

Then, Lan Xingtu saw Ying Meihua, who was sitting behind Jiang Hai, pat Jiang Hai on the back with her notebook.

In an instant, Lan Xingtu felt a renewed hatred for Ying Meihua.

What a vicious person, Lan Xingtu thought. Jiang Hai clearly hates being bothered by this kind of person the most, but this pig still enjoys bothering Jiang Hai.

"Hey, hey, hey, Jiang Hai? Have you finished writing? Take it, hurry up, the Chinese teacher has already turned her attention to us." Lu Renkui patted Jiang Hai on the back with something in her hand, a stack of notebooks passed from the desk behind her.

"Alright, alright, alright, alright." Jiang Hai finally finished writing the last character of the ancient poem. He turned around impatiently and took the notebook from the chubby girl behind him. "What's the rush?"

"Wow, what else? Our Chinese teacher will scold our whole group for being so slow at dictation." Lu Renkui rolled her eyes, trying to make herself completely different from Jiang Hai's ideal type.