Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 401 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 96

Fu Ci needs to answer the questions as quickly as possible while maintaining accuracy, otherwise he will be confirmed as a cheater.

After Fu Ci finished writing, there was no other sound in the teaching building except for the teacher on the podium who kept sighing impatiently.

How unlucky he is, it just so happens to be his turn.

All the other teachers are probably asleep right now, and he's the only one who has to supervise the students' exams.

"An exam is an exam. The score doesn't matter. What matters is whether you've mastered the knowledge. Don't do this kind of thing again." The teacher put away the test papers, his tone full of annoyance.

"You can fool others, but can you fool yourself? If you know how to do it, you will; if you don't know how, you simply don't know how."

The teacher put the answer sheet in the bag and said in a very loud voice, "It's none of anyone else's business if you waste your own time, but you can't waste the teacher's time."

After saying that, the proctor left with the exam papers.

He had no interest in saying anything more to Fu Ci; his most important task now was to go back to sleep.

The window wasn't closed tightly, and the wind outside seeped in through the cracks. The classroom was dark, and Fu Ci sat silently in his seat.

He could tolerate it once or twice, but there's still so much time before the college entrance exam, who knows how many more times this will happen?

Fu Ci grabbed his draft paper and pen and went straight back to his dorm.

The students in the dormitory were still awake, whispering among themselves.

The dormitory fell silent as soon as Fu Ci entered.

As soon as Fu Ci closed the door, a boy looked at him impatiently: "Can you please not come back so late? We're always asleep when you wake us up."

Although Fu Ci changed classes, he did not change dorm rooms; his roommates were still the same as in his previous class.

His former homeroom teacher disliked him so much that it was impossible for his students to like him either.

Seeing that Fu Ci remained silent, the boy continued to complain: "He's so obsessed with saving face that he suffers for nothing. I've never seen anyone so vain. He cheats when he doesn't do well on a test."

The first place should have gone to their class, but it went to Class 1. How embarrassing is that if word gets out?

“I didn’t cheat.” Fu Ci looked at him coldly.

"You didn't cheat, so why is the school making you retake the exam? The teachers saw it all, stop pretending." The boy's voice suddenly became louder.

He said that Fu Ci had been number one since he entered the school, and it turned out that he had been cheating.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. He's from a rural area, and his junior high school wasn't a good one. How could he possibly get such a high score?

The boy looked at Fu Ci with disgust in his eyes. "There's nothing shameful about being from the countryside. We don't look down on people from the countryside, but why did you hide your identity and do something like this? We've always been very kind."

The boy kept talking, his expression extremely self-righteous, as if he were criticizing someone for being morally depraved.

Fu Ci watched him quietly. When he spoke, he was so excited that spittle would occasionally fly out. His eyes were full of resentment and schadenfreude as he looked at Fu Ci.

He probably can't imagine how disgusting he looks talking right now.

"I advise you to transfer schools as soon as possible. Our school doesn't welcome students who cheat," the boy said smugly.

He had been unhappy with Fu Ci for a long time.

Fu Ci didn't take his words to heart. He never listened to those who were inferior to him, whether they were teachers, classmates, or relatives.

Even though Fu Ci tried his best not to let these things affect him, there was still a lot of external resistance.

The next day, while the teacher was still lecturing, a student from Class One suddenly knocked on the door: "Is Fu Ci here? The teacher wants to see you in the office."

The students in Class 19 looked at the student at the door with some curiosity, while the student at the door raised his chin with a hint of pride.

He was in Class 1, and his grades were many times higher than those of the other students in the class.

"What is it?" Fu Ci frowned.

The student looked at him and said, "What's it to you? Just go if the teacher tells you to. Are you going to disobey the teacher's orders?"

The teacher on the podium also advised, "Just go, they probably have something important to discuss with you."

"I'm not going." Fu Ci lowered his head and continued writing on his exam paper.

I had to call him several times a day. When I brought him to the office, I wouldn't say anything and would just leave him standing alone in a corner. It was obvious I was trying to affect his mindset.

His classmate was furious when he refused to go: "You'll know you're wrong when the teacher comes to call you."

"Are you sure you don't want to go?" the student at the door asked again.

Seeing that Fu Ci ignored him, he stomped his foot angrily, then turned and left.

Before the class was even over, a teacher burst through the door: "Fu Ci, what do you mean? I told you to go, but you won't. Do you not want to go to school anymore?"

A familiar voice came from the doorway.

Fu Ci had never been so frustrated.

He didn't want to talk to them, but they kept bothering him.

The teacher who was giving the lecture was forced to stop. He wasn't a very prestigious teacher at the school, and when a teacher from an advanced class like this came in, he couldn't say anything.

"Come out now, the school needs to talk to you." Seeing that Fu Ci didn't move, the teacher sneered, "You're not going, are you? Then you don't need to attend any more classes, since someone will be calling you every now and then. If you're not going to study, at least don't disturb the other students, okay?"

The students sitting in the front row immediately became anxious.

They are ordinary students who just want to get into an ordinary university and don't want to give up their studies.

"Fu Ci, why don't you go out first? This teacher seems to really want to talk to you," the boy with glasses said quietly.

As long as Fu Ci keeps sitting here, they won't be able to attend class.

“Yes, Fu Ci, why don’t you go out first? You don’t need to take this class, but we do. Our foundation isn’t very strong.” A voice timidly rang out.

Fu Ci remained silent for a while, then took the book and walked out.

"I need to talk to you, why are you carrying books?" the teacher said impatiently.

Just as Fu Ci had expected, the teacher had nothing to say to him. All the teachers from the top classes were sitting in the office, and he was the only one standing at the door.

Every now and then, students would walk into the office with their homework, and they would all look at Fu Ci with strange eyes.

Fu Ci glanced at them, then turned to leave.

“Fu Ci, your dad said he’s coming to see you later.” The former homeroom teacher sat down on the stool with a smile. “He called me to say he needs to talk to you about something.”

Fu Ci stopped and looked at him quietly.

Old Fu wouldn't come looking for him unless he had nothing to do. The only time he would come looking for him was when he was broke.

Fu Ci didn't know how to describe his current feelings.

He wasn't angry; he was just puzzled as to why he felt like everything was preventing him from moving forward.

Whether it's school or family, it all seems to be stumbling blocks for him.