Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 369 The Second Daughter of the Historical Fiction (64 pages)

Four students from Fu Zhiyi's class were admitted to the top class, but the list has not yet been released.

The two boys in front of Fu Zhiyi were talking.

"Only four people are going this time. You're fifth in our class, so you definitely can't go."

Another boy was getting agitated. "Who decided that the fifth-place student can't go? The scores aren't that much different."

"Didn't you say you didn't want to go? Why are you still unhappy now that you don't have to go?"

The boy next to him clicked his tongue and then lay down on the table to sleep.

"Oh, just let these girls in the class have their way. Look how hard they work. You've already done a great job getting these grades without studying at all."

"Besides, if those girls can't go, they'll cry again. Oh well, let's just relax."

The girl across from him felt uncomfortable: "What are you saying? It's like he could have passed the exam just by trying. It's not like he didn't try, and he still got this result."

Although the homeroom teacher hasn't announced how many students will be going to the honors class, everyone can roughly guess who they are.

The boy who had been lying down suddenly turned around and looked at Fu Zhiyi.

"Fu Zhiyi, how did you pass the exam?" His tone was somewhat puzzled.

"I remember your grades were pretty bad, and you were always studying by rote. I feel like you're not very bright either; you can't figure out many problems right away."

The boy didn't understand. Fu Zhiyi clearly scored so low in the midterm exam, so how come she did so well in the final exam? Could there be some manipulation involved?

Fu Zhiyi ignored him. Anyway, she was going to the top class later, and they wouldn't have any further contact.

She didn't need to waste her breath arguing with him and ruin her mood.

Seeing that Fu Zhiyi remained silent, the boy became even more irritated.

He was so angry that he threw the book on the ground and walked straight outside, slamming the door shut with a deafening roar.

The boy's deskmate shrugged and said helplessly, "He's had this expression ever since he found out about Fu Zhiyi's grades."

He thought he was definitely better than Fu Zhiyi, but Fu Zhiyi scored so high while he scored so poorly.

"No, what is he comparing with Fu Zhiyi for? It's really a bit inexplicable," the girl next to him said speechlessly.

The homeroom teacher came shortly after to announce the students who had been admitted to the honors class, and then it was time to change seats.

Fu Zhiyi's class was on the top floor, and she carried the books down several times.

The honors classes were also rearranged, but there are only a few honors classes, and everyone who comes back is someone I know.

Although it was a newly formed class, everyone chatted as if they were old friends, and there was no sense of unfamiliarity between them.

"The math teacher is Ms. Li again."

"This is so great! I wouldn't be willing to listen to any other teacher," a girl said with a smile as she sat on the table.

"Me too, I feel that none of the other teachers teach as well as Teacher Li."

"Of course, you should know which university Professor Li graduated from."

Fu Zhiyi listened to their conversation. She didn't know any Teacher Li, but from their tone, Teacher Li seemed to be a very capable person.

"Class, please be quiet. Don't make any noise, even when we're moving seats. Once you're done, sit down in your seats immediately and don't talk anymore."

The homeroom teacher was a man wearing glasses and a suit. He had a very serious expression on his face and looked like a very strict teacher.

The homeroom teacher walked up to a girl and said, "Lin Peiyi, go see if Teacher Li has arrived yet? He's going to have class soon, tell him to come and get ready."

The girl responded and immediately went to find Teacher Li.

A student nearby joked, "Teacher, is Lin Peiyi going to be our class monitor again? I don't want that! I want to run for class monitor too!"

The homeroom teacher smiled and said, "Sure, sure, this will definitely be a fair election. We'll see who everyone likes to be class monitor."

A chubby boy laughed and said, "So you're doomed then. Who's more popular than Lin Peiyi?"

Fu Zhiyi glanced around and saw that almost no one was alone.

Even the girls in her class knew people in the honors class, but she was the only one sitting alone in the corner, looking somewhat out of place.

While Fu Zhiyi was observing others, others were also observing her.

"Hey, look at that girl, which class was she in before? I don't think I've seen her before?"

The girl next to me shrugged: "I don't know, I have no recollection of it at all. It should be from the upper class, I heard that a few students from the upper class also came down."

Fu Zhiyi was extremely tired after a day in this class. The teacher lectured very quickly, and the pace was also very fast.

She often couldn't keep up with their pace.

However, compared to the class Fu Zhiyi had been in before, the teachers in this class seemed to be much more professional.

Fu Zhiyi originally thought that teachers in such classes would be unwilling to teach basic questions, but these teachers still managed to pass every single question.

They will explain even the most basic questions one by one.

Fu Zhiyi was finally relieved.

Before entering this class, Fu Zhiyi's biggest worry was that the teachers would only teach very difficult problems and neglect some basic or intermediate problems.

The advanced classes have one more evening self-study session than the regular classes.

So by the last class, the campus was very quiet.

Normally, Fu Zhiyi would be home by this time, but today she was still at school, and she suddenly felt that this feeling was a bit strange.

The students in the class did not complain about having to attend an extra evening self-study session; they simply sat quietly in their seats and studied.

When Fu Zhiyi returned home, Song Qin was still packing in the living room.

She didn't even have time to glance at Fu Zhiyi.

"Hey, why are you getting home so late tonight?" Song Qin asked while packing her bag.

Fu Zhiyi explained, "The top classes have one more evening self-study session than the regular classes."

Song Qin was quite pleased: "That's great! That way you can learn even more."

"Go eat quickly, the food is still on the table. Check if it's cold, and heat it up yourself if it is. Mom is a bit busy right now."

Fu Zhiyi touched the bowl; it was still warm.

He sat down and ate right away.

Then, as usual, I took a shower, did laundry, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and studied for a while before bed.

After Fu Zhiyi finished doing all these things, Song Qin was still packing in the living room.

Fu Zhiyi was trying to think about what she had learned in class today, but as she was thinking, she fell asleep to the sound of Song Qin packing her things.

The sound of the tape tearing was extremely jarring, but it actually made Fu Zhiyi feel very calm.