Reborn With An Old Enemy On The Day Of Our Marriage Chapter 13 - Treason

Chapter 13 - Treason

Gou XinDou looked at Dong MingEn incredulously, and his tone sounded incredibly hurt as he said: “You act all friendly with us pure underachievers, but it turned out you’re secretly studying…”

Dong MingEn waved his hands and tried to explain: “This isn’t what it looks like…”

Xu Yao saw that Dong MingEn wasn’t moving, so he increased the volume of his voice: “Dong MingEn, can’t you hurry up? Weren’t you the one who needed these remedial lessons the most?”

Dong MingEn: “…..”

Gou XinDou’s expression was blank. “I think things seem pretty clear.”

“You wait a second.” Dong MingEn covered his face as he ran out to Xu Yao.

Xu Yao angrily pushed a textbook into Dong MingEn’s hands and said: “We only went through half of the topics yesterday. Go look at the rest and pick the topics yourself, so we don’t need to waste time on it later.”

After accepting the textbook, Dong MingEn rushed right back inside the cla.s.sroom, as if h.e.l.l-hounds were nipping at his heels. It was unknown whether Dong MingEn actually understood a word Xu Yao had said to him.

Dong MingEn: “….”

Gou XinDou made a motion of wiping the corner of his eye and said: “As long as you say it, I’ll believe you.”

Dong MingEn and Lou XingGuang glanced at each other and saw a feeling of crisis in each other’s gaze.

For the sake of their Boss, they can’t tell the truth no matter what.

But if they don’t tell the truth, they’re bound to be labeled as traitors who secretly colluded with the top students.

This predicament was enough to give both of them a big headache.

Dong MingEn struggled for a long time before finally snorting. “Yes, you’re right. We went to the top cla.s.s and asked them to give us remedial help.”

Gou XinDou:????

Gou XinDou was forced to give up on his performance, and his expression twitched as he asked: “Did you just say something unbelievable, or was I the one who just hallucinated?”

Lou XingGuang stood up and calmly said: “He didn’t say anything weird, and you didn’t hallucinate anything. In order to do well in the entrance exams, we decided to study hard from now on.”

Gou XinDou was utterly bewildered. He looked at the person in front of him as if he was a dinosaur, and asked: “Who are you? Why are you pretending to be a student in Cla.s.s 8?”

Having already said such words, Dong MingEn could only commit to it until the very end. Straightening his posture until he resembled their homeroom teacher, Dong MingEn looked at Gou XinDou and with as much dignity as he could muster, said: “There isn’t much time left for us. We shouldn’t live as muddleheaded as we did before…”

“Stop, stop, don’t bother. I’m leaving.” Gou XinDou waved his hand and slipped away. After he took two steps though, he turned back. Looking at Dong MingEn up and down, he asked: “So, you guys didn’t fight with Lin Qian yesterday?”

Dong MingEn tried really, really hard not to make a shameful expression.

Gou XinDou continued, asking: “And not only did you guys not fight, but you even became friends?”

Dong MingEn quickly shook his head: “No, no, we’re just using each other.”

Gou XinDou looked at him gravely. “So, are you going to change your name to Lin MingEn later?”

Dong MingEn was confused. “Eh?”

Gou XinDou smiled. “Didn’t you say it yourself? if you don’t beat Lin Qian to the ground, then your surname isn’t Dong?”

Dong MingEn suddenly turned lifeless.

“Bye Lin MingEn.” Gou XinDou bowed politely before running away quickly.

Dong MingEn looked at Lou XingGuang grimly. “I hate Lin Qian.”

Lou XingGuang patted him on the shoulder in sympathy, before revealing a vicious expression. “Wait for his dad; then you can go wild.”

The two looked at each other before going to find their other tiny companion, Zhou Daota, and tell him about their grand plan.

……

Before Zheng PingQing transferred to No. 12 High School, Lin YaZhi had been a nightmare for the students in Cla.s.s 8. Before, these students gave everyone a headache, so much so that to other teachers, it didn’t matter if they were actually listening or not, as long as they looked like they were. But Lin YaZhi was a teacher that made students quiver like quails.

It wasn’t until Zheng PingQing arrived that they finally got rid of their hot potato days. This was because from then on, all of Lin YaZhi’s energy was focused into dealing with Zheng PingQing.

It can be said that as long as Zheng PingQing was in math cla.s.s, no student would panic, no hands would shake, and they didn’t even need to pretend to listen.

It was also because he dared to face the rigorous Lin YaZhi that Zheng PingQing became Cla.s.s 8’s Boss so quickly.

Zheng PingQing was everyone’s brave leader and was the backbone of anyone who dared to slack off during Lin YaZhi’s cla.s.s.

Today was no exception. The bell for third period rang, announcing the start of that infamous, soul-sucking math cla.s.s. Once everyone confirmed that Zheng PingQing was sitting on his seat, the students of Cla.s.s 8 happily took out their snacks, novels, mobile phones and so on, ready to take it easy.

Dong MingEn, Lou XingGuang, and Zhou Daota glanced at each other and nodded tacitly.

Then, Lin YaZhi appeared at the doorway, right on time. His face looked a little haggard, but he seemed to be in a good mood.

Of course, this was only on the surface. On the inside, he was bursting with joy. So happy in fact, that he really wanted to spin and jump.

His own son, Lin Qian, suddenly called him Dad!

Six years have pa.s.sed since he came back to the city to work. Six years, and Lin Qian was finally willing to speak to him.

Lin YaZhi was so happy and full of tears that he couldn’t sleep at all last night. In the end, he got up early and made Lin Qian a special breakfast.

And to his delight, Lin Qian actually ate it!

I’ll have you know, Lin Qian usually refused to eat the takeouts he had ordered before.

Lin YaZhi had been so moved, he ended up leaving most of the breakfast to Lin Qian, only eating a little himself.

Although he felt a little uncomfortable after breakfast, it didn’t affect his excellent mood one bit. Even when he entered Cla.s.s 8, the cla.s.s that liked to confront him, his heart was filled with long-forgotten lenience.

These youngsters…anyway, who hasn’t had a rebellious period, ah.

Lin YaZhi walked into Cla.s.s 8 wearing a huge smile, mainly because he couldn’t make the corners of his mouth drop all morning.

“Good morning, students.” Lin YaZhi greeted everyone with a light heart.

Half of the students lazing about were so frightened they dropped whatever it was they were holding.

They all looked at each other. The relationship between Cla.s.s 8 and Lin Yazhi took a nosedive the moment Zheng PingQing joined their cla.s.s. Lin YaZhi hadn’t laughed in this cla.s.sroom for a very, very long time. More accurately, he was someone who rarely laughed in the first place, let alone in Cla.s.s 8. But now he was greeting them with a smile?

Some of the students who had been lectured particularly hard by Lin YaZhi before even replied by reflex: “h.e.l.lo, teacher.”

They were stared at by other students, with Dong MingEn’s gaze burning especially hot.

Zheng PingQing looked up at Lin YaZhi. He didn’t respond to the greeting, but he didn’t show any resistance like in the past either.

In fact, his mood right now was very complicated.

In their last life, Lin YaZhi was at the center of the turbulent storm that was creating havoc in both their families. After Lin Qian and Zheng PingQing’s infamous brawl, Lin YaZhi grew even colder in school, resulting in the complete break between him and Cla.s.s 8. For both Lin YaZhi and the students of Cla.s.s 8, their third year of high school was a special kind of h.e.l.l.

Later on, the new princ.i.p.al Huo PingChaun, came up with a teacher satisfaction survey. Lin YaZhi was always at the bottom year after year, making his work life depressing.

And even outside his work, Zheng PingQing and Lin Qian continued to create trouble for him. All this eventually culminated into the collapse of Lin YaZhi’s entire family.

Back then, Lin YaZhi aged fast. He wasn’t really that old, yet he already had a full head of white hair, and he was so haggard, much like a candle suppressed by the wind.

Now, seeing a spirited Lin YaZhi right in front of him, Zheng PingQing didn’t really know how to face him.

His heart hadn’t truly forgotten the past, so he couldn’t just act as if nothing had ever happened and become friends with Lin YaZhi.

But Lin YaZhi is his future father-in-law. Whether he can get married to Lin Qian without hindrance would greatly depend on his father-in-law’s opinions. This meant that Zheng PingQing has to now correct his att.i.tude and make a good impression.

Ah, it’s really not easy for a man to be sandwiched between his father-in-law and his partner! The senior high school student Zheng PingQing sighed in the depths of his heart.

He decided that from now on, he would be a quiet, chicken-like student in every one of Lin Yazhi’s cla.s.ses. First and foremost, he had to make sure he could get through his senior year without any trouble.

“Well please turn to page 3 of your textbook….” Lin YaZhi said as he picked up the chalk and turned around to write on the blackboard. “Today we’re going to learn…”

Zheng PingQing tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, hoping that Lin YaZhi would just forget about their previous grievances and resentments.

Just when Zheng PingQing felt that he was on the verge of successfully turning invisible, there was a sudden ‘bang!’

A basketball fell from the sky, directly landing on Zheng PingQing’s desk.

This instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

Zheng PingQing: “……”

Zheng PingQing stoically turned his head and saw Dong MingEn standing up. Dong MingEn was looking at him, and with a wink said: “Boss, let’s play some ball.”

Lou XingGuang and Zhou Daota also stood up. Zhou Daota also began to recruit players on the spot: “Let’s play, play, any cla.s.smates want to play together?”

Lin YaZhi looked at them. “Students, it’s now time for cla.s.s.”

Dong MingEn laughed and said: “You know teacher, we don’t really understand your lessons, so it’ll be better for us to just play ball.”

According to Lin YaZhi’s personality, this would be the time for him to get angry. In the past, he would probably already have sent hundreds of students flying. But with Zheng PingQing here, Lin YaZhi had no power over Cla.s.s 8.

Dong MingEn looked at Lin YaZhi defiantly. He wanted to see if Lin YaZhi would say or do something new to deal with them.

As long as Lin YaZhi starts to **** them, they can take the opportunity to incite the rest of their cla.s.smates to disrupt Lin YaZhi’s cla.s.s completely…

This is what lessons in Cla.s.s 8 should be like!

Dong MingEn, who had withered at the thought of remedial lessons since yesterday, finally became a happy high school senior.

Lin YaZhi took a deep breath and put down the chalk he was holding.

Dong MingEn and the others eagerly antic.i.p.ating his response. A student even started eating popcorn.

Then Lin YaZhi smiled and said: “Which part don’t you understand? Tell your teacher and teacher will give you one-on-one tutoring.”

Cla.s.smates:?

Dong MingEn: ???

Even in a situation like this, he still can’t get away from taking remedial lessons?