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"Wow, speaking so crudely, no wonder Xiaonan and the others had that expression when they saw him. I can only imagine how disgusting the 'love letter' he gave me was. Rice really did a good job; why didn't he just beat him into a vegetative state?"
"Wait, didn't Su Anrong text me saying this guy was beaten to the point where he couldn't even be a man anymore? Could it be that he's now a eunuch?"
I stifled a laugh, pinching my fingers together. Patience is key; a small lapse in judgment could ruin big plans. Su Anrong told me not to clash with anyone popular these days. After the Train Incident, I dared not ignore his advice again. If I attracted some unwanted attention, it would be disastrous.
I turned around and forced a smile, asking, "What happened before? What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb with me!"
I remembered this guy often sat at the desks around me during lectures. His name was something like Zhang Tianchong.
Zhang Tianchong gritted his teeth and pointed at his chest. "You know what? Three ribs here! I've never experienced such humiliation in my life!"
I couldn't hold back my laughter any longer. "Hahaha, it's just three ribs; it's not a big deal! Better than being one of those eunuchs."
As soon as I said that, Zhang Tianchong's face turned beet red. "Youmai Vegetable, let me tell you, with your attitude, it's a blessing for you that I even noticed you. Don't think you can refuse my goodwill!"
"Sorry, I don't drink, big belly."
Just then, the class bell rang. Gao Lele quickly said, "Class is starting! Excuse me, could you please let us through?" She pulled me along as we squeezed past Zhang Tianchong.
However, by then, most seats were already taken, and only the front row near the podium was empty. The three of us hurried to sit down in the front row.
To our surprise, Zhang Tianchong and the guy who had blocked me at the door followed us over.
Due to Gao Lele and Fang Xiaonan sitting on either side of me, Zhang Tianchong couldn't get close, but he beckoned Fang Xiaonan with a finger, saying, "You should sit somewhere else."
Fang Xiaonan gritted her teeth and remained silent, but I could already sense her fear. I had the protection of Rice and Su Anrong, but Xiaonan didn't, so I didn't want her to offend Zhang Tianchong because of me.
"Xiaonan, come sit inside," I said, grabbing her hand to signal her not to worry. Perhaps my fierce image from the last time when Rice transformed left a strong impression on her, as Fang Xiaonan obediently switched seats with me.
"Zhang Tianchong, class is starting. Are you planning to be the teacher here?" I boldly met Zhang Tianchong's malicious gaze, and the surrounding classmates burst into laughter.
What does that mean? What's so funny about this?
Immediately, I noticed that Zhang Tianchong's face had turned even darker than before. He gritted his teeth, trembling all over as if he were extremely furious. "Youmai Vegetable, I've never mocked your name, yet you're mocking me!"
"What? Where did I mock you? Aren't you called Zhang Tianchong?"
The entire class erupted in laughter again. The Political Education Class was a large one, with over a hundred people laughing; it was quite a spectacle. Perhaps this was also why Zhang Tianchong was particularly angry.
"My full name is Zhang Tianlong, the dragon soaring in the sky!"
"Oh. Sorry, I remembered it wrong."
"What's all this noise? Class is in session! That student over there, what are you doing? Hurry back to your seat!" The Political Science Teacher finally arrived—our savior!
Zhang Tianchong—no, Zhang Tianlong—shouted angrily, "Return to what seat? I'm not part of this class!" After saying that, he stormed out of the classroom with his lackeys.
As I reached the classroom door, I suddenly saw Rice flying in from outside, kicking two people—Zhang Tianlong and his little buddy—so hard that they tumbled over. Amid the laughter of my classmates, the two clowns quickly scrambled to their feet and exited the scene.
I quietly gave Rice a thumbs-up.
The Political Science Teacher, caught in the crossfire, looked quite innocent as he muttered, "If you're not in this class, why are you still here? Is your brain empty? Let's start the lesson."
That was close; it barely avoided turning into a conflict.
The Political Education Class was incredibly dull. The teacher's lecture was completely by the book, lacking any flair, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep. However, sleeping in the front row would be too much of a blow to the teacher, so I forced myself to stay awake.
I took out my phone and sent a text to Su Anrong: How did it go with that ghost?
Soon enough, Su Anrong replied: I tore down her tombstone.
"What?"
I exclaimed loudly and stood up. Su Anrong, how could you do something like that? Why would you tear down someone else's tombstone?
"Alright, let's have this student answer the question we just discussed."
I snapped back to reality as over a hundred pairs of eyes turned toward me. I quickly followed up with, "Teacher, what I meant was, could you repeat your question? I didn't quite catch it earlier."
The Political Science Teacher was a rather gentle man; he must have been around fifty. He patiently repeated the question: "Please explain using Dialectical Materialism why there are no ghosts in this world."
"Hahaha," I suddenly burst into laughter. How could the Political Science Teacher ask such a childish question? The existence of ghosts has been debated by countless people, and the conclusion is always the same: either you believe or you don't, not whether they exist or not. Therefore, there is no need to answer this question at all, because no matter how I respond, those who don't believe will never believe. But ghosts won't cease to exist just because they don't believe.
"Look at this student laughing so confidently; it seems they have their own unique insights," the teacher remarked.
"Dialectical Materialism is based on materialism, and ghosts do not belong to the material realm in your minds. So this is inherently a false proposition. Since ghosts do not belong to the material, why should we use materialism to debate this? Don't you agree, teacher?" I said while gesturing to Rice, signaling him to give them a little show.
Rice and I had developed a good understanding; he immediately used his saliva to draw a large turtle on the blackboard. In an instant, everyone was dumbfounded as a turtle appeared out of nowhere on the board.
In the end, Rice forgot to draw the tail and even went back to add it.
Even the Political Science Teacher was stunned, leading the applause. "This student's answer is fantastic, and the chemistry experiment was also very successful. How did a little turtle appear out of thin air on the blackboard? If you're interested in this question, you can ask your chemistry teacher for more information."
I thought I had passed the test, but after class, Fang Xiaonan mysteriously pulled me aside, looking around cautiously before whispering, "Wheat, you made me a bit scared. Is there really such a thing as ghosts?"
"I've told you it's real. If you ask me a hundred times, my answer will still be the same. Believe it or not."
"I believe."
"What do you believe? You just came out of Political Education Class and already forgot what you learned," Gao Lele lightly tapped Fang Xiaonan.
"I think Wheat makes a lot of sense," she replied.
Just then, Rice suddenly popped up and lightly slapped Gao Lele's backside. Gao Lele jumped in surprise. "Who?" She turned around but saw nothing.
I couldn't help but laugh as Rice playfully flew in front of Gao Lele, blowing a puff of cold air at her face. Gao Lele shivered, her expression changing slightly as she grabbed my hand. "Wheat, let's go. This place is too eerie."
"What do you mean? It's lunchtime, and big brother is treating you all to a meal. Come with me."
I was taken aback. Zhang Tianlong, you really are persistent, aren't you? Were you waiting outside all this time?
"Mommy, that kick just now didn't seem too hard; he didn't even spit blood," Rice said in surprise before delivering a kick right to Zhang Tianlong's face.
Immediately, a child's footprint appeared on Zhang Tianlong's face, causing those nearby to turn pale. "There really is a ghost!"
"Oh my gosh, there really is a ghost!" Gao Lele and Fang Xiaonan both hid behind me. I realized that if I acted unafraid, it would seem too out of place, so I joined in the screaming.
Just then, a very pleasant male voice accompanied by the girls' infatuated cries rang out. "What's going on? Why is everyone gathered here?"
I turned around and immediately saw a face that exuded vitality. His features were well-defined, with full lips that gave him a particularly masculine charm, like a battle-hardened warrior.
Wait a minute, speaking of battlefields, this person looked somewhat familiar.
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