The Demon Monk System from Another World, but I didn't travel through time.

Chapter 59 Not a cousin but a handsome guy

Zhang Wuyong held the black pen and thought about it, but he couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

If he doesn't want to go, he can tell his mother and she will definitely help him send a text message to the class teacher.

If you don't go, there are also benefits to going.

In this case, students can study together in the evening, which not only creates a better learning atmosphere, but also allows them to avoid worrying about their self-control as they are supervised.

The school will also arrange teachers to be on duty, so you can ask the teachers directly if you have any questions.

If Tongtong goes to evening self-study, then he must go too, otherwise he won’t know who to ask for guidance on things he doesn’t understand.

But if Tongtong doesn't go like him, it seems to have little impact on him.

But on the other hand, he couldn't rely entirely on Tongtong. It would be bad if he ended up holding her back and affecting her.

He was also worried that the situation where she helped him get into No. 2 Middle School during the high school entrance examination but she herself performed poorly would happen again.

"Why are we suddenly having evening self-study again?" Zhang Wuyong asked in confusion, "With someone from the same middle school?"

"When school started this semester, we originally planned to have evening self-study sessions for the entire year." Zhao Yutong lowered her head. "We have classes on Saturdays, and evening self-study sessions on Mondays and Fridays. Even the Municipal Education Bureau has arranged it this way.

"But then, didn't some students file a complaint? They took it to the city government, and the city government wanted to suppress the situation. But some people took it to higher levels, and that put a lot of pressure on the school leaders.

"Later, No. 1 Middle School withstood the pressure and continued to proceed as planned. More students from our school complained, and the school couldn't handle it, so they canceled the mandatory evening self-study program.

"We were even close to cancelling Saturday classes, but when we saw that No. 1 Middle School, which has better academic performance than ours, was also holding classes on Saturdays, we decided to hold on and also hold classes on Saturdays."

Zhang Wuyong sighed, "This is so troublesome! We're already in our third year of high school, why would someone still file a complaint about something like this? Do they really not want to study?"

Zhao Yutong said: "Not all students are bad! Some students with good grades don't want to take extra classes on Saturdays or be forced to study in the evening. They have strong self-control and can study at home through online classes.

“However, unlike Saturday classes, evening self-study is not compulsory, so it doesn’t matter to them.

"Oh right! Over at Shaoyang Middle School...where we went to junior high, they were originally going to have forced dormitories for the third year. They even cleared out many classrooms and made the floors for the students to sleep on at night. But then a student posted online and they forcibly stopped it."

As she was talking, she changed another paper.

"This is really too much!" Zhang Wuyong shook his head.

"There's nothing we can do about it. With high school streaming, half of the students won't be able to go no matter what. Every school hopes to improve its admission rate. More importantly, if our school doesn't force students to go, other schools will still." Zhao Yutong said, "It's like sailing against the current. If you don't move forward, you're moving backward."

Zhang Wuyong has not decided whether to attend evening self-study next week.

Zhao Yutong did not continue to ask.

The two of them fell silent and stopped talking, each concentrating on their homework.

Occasionally, when there was something he didn't understand, Zhang Wuyong would put it aside and wait for Zhao Yutong to finish the question in her hand before asking her.

The next day, Saturday, Zhang Wuyong discussed the matter with his deskmate Qian Shu and Zhu Xiaoying who sat at the table in front of him.

"I'm at my wit's end!" Zhu Xiaoying said helplessly. "I originally wanted my dad to help me talk to the teacher about not going to the evening self-study class next week and studying at home. But my dad refused, saying that I'm always using my phone at home at night. It's better for me to come to school where the teachers are watching over me."

Qian Shu said, "It's fine with me. It's good to come to school. We can study together and concentrate more peacefully than at home! Zhang Wuyong, what about you? Are you planning to come?"

Zhu Xiaoying turned around: "He still wants to ask? He must be following Zhao Yutong next door. If she comes, he comes. If she doesn't come, he won't come either."

Zhang Wuyong raised his head and said, "You're right, but it's the other way around. If I come, she comes. If I don't come, she doesn't come either."

Zhu Xiaoying said: "Haha!"

Zhang Wuyong was annoyed: "Zhu Xiaoying, what's that laughter of yours? Even if you don't believe it, don't laugh like that!" Zhu Xiaoying continued: "Don't think you two are so loving now. When you go to college, you'll be far away from each other and we'll see how long you can last."

Zhang Wuyong lowered his head: "Why do I feel like, Zhu Xiaoying, you are gloating?"

Qian Shu turned around and said, "But for people like them, if they can get a bachelor's degree and a junior college in the future, as long as they plan well, the chances of them staying in the same city are actually quite high."

Zhang Wuyong looked up in surprise: "What do you mean?"

"Don't you know? Study the application and admission batches after the college entrance examination results are released, classmate Zhang Wuyong!" Qian Shu glanced at him, "Forget it, I don't think you need to think about this. If Zhao Yutong really wanted to be with you, she would have already planned it for you."

Zhu Xiaoying turned her head and looked straight ahead.

BRASH! Her head slammed forward, her forehead hitting the table.

Zhang Wuyong raised his head and looked at the ceiling of the classroom.

But he quickly lowered his head again and continued to work on the questions seriously.

"Zhang Wuyong!" Qian Shu turned around and looked at the paper he was working on. "Are you being tutored by the class beauty next door every day? Why do I feel like you're learning more and more?"

"Please don't surpass me in grades, I beg you!"

Zhu Xiaoying turned around again and watched Zhang Wuyong write the paper carefully for a while.

She gritted her teeth, raised her hands, clenched her fists, and made up her mind: "In my next life, I must find a handsome guy who is also very good at studying to be my childhood sweetheart."

Qian Shu sighed, "Zhu Xiaoying, are you just giving up on your life like this?"

On Saturday morning, because we completely gave up the time for morning exercises, the next two classes started earlier and school ended earlier than usual.

At noon, Aunt Zhu drove to the school gate to pick up Tongtong to take her back for lunch.

Zhang Wuyong stayed in school and after eating in the cafeteria, he lay on the desk for twenty minutes and then stood up to continue doing his homework.

After school in the afternoon, my uncle’s family would treat us to a meal as we had agreed yesterday.

He took a taxi directly to his uncle's house.

I arrived at my uncle and aunt's house and rang the doorbell.

The door opened quickly, and a junior high school girl in a pink dress looked up at him, stunned.

Zhang Wuyong stretched out his hand, lifted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and was about to speak.

"Ringling? Who's here? Is it your useless cousin?" A woman's voice was heard from the other side of the living room.

The girl turned around and said, "Here comes a handsome guy! Mom, I'm running away from home with him. You don't have to wait for me."

Zhang Wuyong walked in: "Song Ling, stop making trouble and let me in. It's not a handsome guy, it's my cousin!"

Song Ling shook her head: "Not cousin, but handsome guy!"

"why?"

"Because the law allows me to marry a handsome man, but not my cousin. There's something wrong with the laws in our country."

"Damn! Don't ask me such a question at such a young age."

(End of this chapter)