Chapter 15: Ye Han's Counterattack

  Ye Han's heart skipped a beat, and he kicked Ye Zhuang's butt with his leg, laughing and scolding: "Get out of here, you're possessed by a ghost! Let me tell you, what I did before was called being low-key. Do you understand what it means to be low-key? A person who is low-key and tolerant is the one who can achieve great things!"

  Ye Zhuang covered his butt and retreated far away, saying: "Understood! You're not making a sound, but when you do, it's earth-shattering! Ye Han... no, Big Brother Ye, from now on in the No. 1 Middle School campus, I'll rely on you to cover for me! If there are things like protection fees, flirting with girls, or fighting, I'll be your vanguard!"

  "Get out of my sight!" Ye Han kicked his leg again at Ye Zhuang and said, "Listen up, from now on I'm not going to be a hoodlum, I'm going to be a top student!"

  Two boys, laughing and joking, entered the junior high school building and came to the classroom of Class 3 (1). Ye Han sat in the corner of the last row on the north side, while Ye Zhuang sat in the corner of the last row on the south side. The two occupied the most inconspicuous positions in the class, a true pair of difficult brothers.

  He saw Ye Han had a haircut and combed neatly, the clothes on his body were not worth much money, but they were washed clean and ironed flat. After sitting down, he was no longer the sloppy and lazy person he used to be. It could be said that his image had changed greatly. All the classmates in the class exclaimed in surprise, wondering what reason made him change overnight, as if he had become a different person.

  Several girls who had a crush on Ye Handuo took a few glances at him, thinking that although his image had changed, he still looked sunny and handsome. It's just a pity that he wasn't the son of an official or a rich family, otherwise it would be worth pursuing him.

  To the astonished glances cast by his classmates, Ye Han seemed oblivious, sitting down in his seat and pulling out an English textbook from his backpack to study intently, muttering to himself as if reciting.

  My god, actually reading in English? Can you even understand it? You're clearly just pretending!

  Many students sneered at Ye Han's move, thinking that this guy would be enthusiastic for only three minutes at most, and after the three minutes were over, he would fall asleep with his head on the desk as usual.

  Yehan is reliable, mother pig will climb trees! This sentence isn't just said casually, but is a truth born after being tested by time.

  The first lesson was Chinese, taught by Class Director Xia Zixuan. After the bell rang, accompanied by a crisp "click click" sound of high heels stepping on the floor, Xia Zixuan walked in with her head held high, carrying a teaching case and textbook in her arms.

  She was dressed in a black mini suit with a snow-white shirt, her hair casually tied back and fixed with a hairpin, and on her feet were a pair of high heels that made her legs look even longer. Xia Zixuan's outfit today was cold and elegant, revealing a hint of intellectual beauty. As soon as she appeared, all the classmates' eyes lit up.

  A beauty will dress up, it's hard not to attract people! Looking at Xia Zixuan standing on the podium, Ye Han secretly admired her.

  It seems that Ye Han is paying attention to himself, and Xia Zixuan's gaze turns to him. Seeing Ye Han sitting upright and staring straight at the podium, Xia Zixuan, who was used to him sleeping in class, was slightly taken aback. However, her gaze soon shifted away, and she cleared her throat to begin teaching today's lesson.

  Today's lesson was a long article in classical Chinese, full of phrases like "zhī hū zhě yě", although Xia Zi-xuan lectured with great enthusiasm on the stage, the students below were dozing off to sleep, even those good students who are usually favored by teachers felt a bit bored.

  Ye Han's previous life in "Xian Yi Men" practiced the law, which is more than ten times or a hundred times more difficult to understand than these classical Chinese texts. Therefore, this lesson was just to his taste, and he was the most careful listener in the whole class. His understanding of this classical Chinese text was even more thorough than that of Xia Zixuan, the teacher.

  Xia Zixuan was as sharp as ice and snow, with one glance she could tell which students were listening attentively and who were just going through the motions. As she lectured, her gaze swept across the faces of the students, and when she noticed Ye Han sitting in the corner of the last row again, she felt a sense of standing out from the crowd.

  For this strange and sudden feeling, Xia Zixuan herself was startled, thinking that perhaps it was because of Ye Han's vastly different attitude towards learning before and after, that she had such a feeling. However, could he really understand this classical Chinese text? Or was he just pretending to?

  After finishing the lesson, Xia Zixuan casually raised a few questions for the students to answer. What made her somewhat disappointed was that those students' answers were all lacking in depth and insight. Finally, as if by some kind of fate, Xia Zixuan called out Ye Han's name, then randomly pointed out a paragraph from the article and asked Ye Han to translate it into vernacular language.

  In Xia Zixuan's impression, every time she called Ye Han's name in the past, it seemed to be either comforting him or scolding him, but like today, letting him answer questions, seemed to be the first time in two years.

  How was Ye Han's academic performance, wasn't it clear to every classmate? As soon as Teacher Xia asked him a question, the classmates' spirits lifted, and their eyes focused on him, all waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

  This classical Chinese text only requires students to be familiar with and understand it, without having to memorize it. Including Ye Ziyuan, the whole class thought that Ye Han would pick up his textbook, read a sentence, and then randomly translate another sentence. However, contrary to everyone's expectations, Ye Han smiled, stood up, looked straight ahead, and recited the entire passage exceptionally fluently. He then explained it in vernacular language, and some of his analyses even gave Xia Ziyuan an epiphanic feeling.

  Is this still that lazy and timid student who sleeps in class and never changes no matter how many times he's taught?

  Looking at Ye Han, who was speaking fluently and confidently on the podium, Xia Zixuan felt a sense of unreality. After Ye Han finished answering, she asked several more questions, including asking him to recite the entire text from memory, but this still didn't stump Ye Han. His nearly perfect answers shocked Xia Zixuan and the whole class again and again.

  When Ye Han finished answering the last question, the classroom was silent, and everyone looked at him like a monster. Those students who were waiting to see him make a fool of himself, or even prepared to laugh at him, had expressions on their faces that changed to unbelievable and unthinkable!

  "Ye... Ye Han, did you preview this article in advance?" Her gaze lingered on Ye Han's face for a moment before Xia Zixuan asked, and as soon as the words left her mouth, she felt that her voice was slightly trembling, unsure if it was from excitement or agitation.

  "Yeah, I read it before." Ye Han replied honestly and then asked: "Teacher Xia, is there a problem?"

  "Not... you answered very well! I'm... very satisfied! Hope you continue to work hard!" Xia Zixuan took a deep breath, suppressing the ups and downs of her emotions, looking at Ye Han's gaze softened a lot, and her voice was unusually gentle.

  In the next three lessons, Xia Zixuan taught one more lesson, and the last two were algebra classes. Before class, Xia Zixuan specially communicated with the algebra teacher, so in class, that four-eyed male teacher seemed to be intentionally picking on Ye Han, letting him go to the blackboard to do several questions. Although Ye Han got one question wrong, it was not as stunning as his performance in language class, but still shocked the whole class.

  After school, Ye Han felt the complex gazes cast over him from all directions and smiled secretly in his heart, knowing that from today on, no one in the class, including their teacher Xia Zixuan, would underestimate him again.

  "Ye Lao Da, this one cry of yours is not shocking to people, it's shocking to the heavens! I'm telling you, if I hadn't seen that grain-sized mole on your little brother just now when I was taking a piss, I would have suspected that you're not even the same Ye Han from before!"

  After school, walking home with Ye Han, Ye Zhuang had stars in his eyes. For Ye Han, he no longer just admired him, but almost worshipped him.

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