I'm a senior in high school, and the Emperor Development System has arrived!

Chapter 116 The same technique is ineffective against Saint Seiya.
The corridor became noisy as soon as the bell rang for the end of the sixth period.

Chen Zhou leaned against the cold tiled wall, his gaze casually sweeping over the girls passing by, silently counting in his mind—

[Female contestants rated: 97/100]

The talent show event, which took up most of the day, was about to be successfully completed.

Nearby, Li Bin and Zhou Xinglun were chatting idly.

Suddenly, Li Bin let out an exaggerated wail:
"Oh my god! It's only Tuesday? Waiting until tomorrow's holiday feels like an eternity!"

Stephen Chow lazily pursed his lips:

"What's the point of a holiday? I can't even sleep soundly. It's much better to catch up on sleep during class. It's so much more enjoyable."

Chen Zhou withdrew his commentary and nodded in deep agreement:

"I side with Xinglun on this point."

Li Bin scoffed and complained to Stephen Chow:
"That's because the teacher is too lazy to care about you! Try it if it were us? We'd be called out by the chalk in no time!"

Stephen Chow chuckled, a hint of smugness in his eyes:

"This fully demonstrates that as long as you lie flat enough, the sickle won't be able to cut the chives."

"Tsk, in the end, it's still capital that wins."

Chen Zhou casually picked up on the joke, then glanced at the task progress bar.

It's 97 years old, just three steps away from the finish line.

But these last three are like bosses that are blocking the level; they just won't appear no matter what.

He frowned slightly.

There are three liberal arts classes on one floor. I've basically reviewed all the girls who could be "commented on." The rest are practically the epitome of "seclusion," like the Little Dragon Girl from the Ancient Tomb Sect, rarely venturing out of the classroom.

Seeing that there was still time to spare, Chen Zhou had no choice but to walk to the window of Class Two.

A warm summer breeze swept through the corridor.

He flicked his finger and gently tapped the windowsill:
"Jiang Xia."

The girl inside the window was taking a nap at her desk when she heard the sound and looked up drowsily.

Upon seeing it was him, the sleepiness in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a bright surprise:

"Huh? Why are you here?"

Chen Zhou smiled slightly, a hint of roguishness in his expression:
"What, do I need to report to you before I come?"

Jiang Xia bluntly exposed him, a sly smile curving her lips:

"Come on, Chen Zhou, you're the epitome of 'you don't come to my door unless you need something.' What do you want from me? Just tell me the truth."

Having his little scheme exposed, a barely perceptible hint of embarrassment flashed across Chen Zhou's face, which he quickly replaced with a pained expression:

"Heaven and earth bear witness! I came here specifically to tutor you in math! Instead of being grateful, you actually doubt my sincerity?"

He even exaggeratedly mimicked Xi Shi holding her heart.

Jiang Xia raised her delicate chin, her eyes full of mischievous amusement, and deliberately dragged out her words:
"Zun~du~Jia~du~?"

Upon hearing this tune, Chen Zhou immediately clutched his chest dramatically, his expression contorted, as if he were wearing the legendary "pain mask."

Seeing how immersed he was in his performance, Jiang Xia suppressed a laugh and comforted him:

"Alright, alright, I misunderstood you, Mr. Chen..."

Chen Zhou immediately adopted a dramatic tone, speaking in a somber voice:

"True sincerity is like underwear; everyone wears it, but no one can see whether the other person is wearing it or not. I wear it on my head, completely naked, and you still doubt it?"

He held his head high, looking like he was saying, "Look how sincere I am."

Jiang Xia was amused by him and couldn't help but reach out to touch his forehead, her tone tinged with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment:

"Strange, he doesn't have a fever. Why does he keep spouting these abstract quotes all the time?"

Chen Zhou gently slapped her hand away, raised his chin even higher, and looked completely at ease:

"Abstraction is my essence, don't you know how to appreciate it?"

Jiang Xia's eyes darted around, a sly glint in them, and she beckoned to him with her finger:
"Chen Zhou, come here, I have a shocking secret to tell you."

"secret?"

Chen Zhou's curiosity was piqued, and he did as he was told to bring his ear closer.

The girl's warm breath tickled his earlobe. She lowered her voice and said mysteriously:
"Actually... you are my biological child. I am your mother."

Chen Zhou jerked back as if electrocuted, staring at her with wide eyes, deliberately feigning shock:
"Wow! This is a bombshell! So we're long-lost...mother and son with a deep bond?"

Jiang Xia nodded smugly, her eyes crinkling with laughter, and patted the windowsill with her little hand:

"My dear son, quickly call me 'Mommy' so I can hear it!"

A mischievous glint flashed in Chen Zhou's eyes. He mimicked her gesture, leaning closer to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe as he deliberately slowed his speech:
"...I'm afraid if I dare to shout, you won't dare to listen."

The sudden closeness and ambiguous whispers made Jiang Xia's heart skip a beat, and her cheeks quietly flushed.

She forced herself to remain calm, her neck stiffening:

"You dare to yell, I dare to listen! Who's afraid of who!"

Chen Zhou pretended to look around, and to make sure no one was paying attention, he moved even closer.

Jiang Xia thought he was really going to shout, and a strange tension, mixed with shyness and secret anticipation, rose in her heart.

However, Chen Zhou's lips lingered near her ear for a moment before he finally uttered two words.

He called out softly in a deliberately practiced, slightly magnetic, bubbly voice:

"Nannah."

In the Wu-speaking area, "囡囡" is an affectionate term for a little girl, similar to "宝贝" or "乖乖".

Although Guangya is not part of the Wu dialect area, people often use it in private.

Some people use it to call their daughter, and others...

It is used to refer to the person you cherish most.

This ambiguous address instantly threw Jiang Xia's heart into a whirlwind.

Her cheeks flushed bright red, like ripe tomatoes, and she instinctively lowered her head, whispering a reproachful rebuke:
"You filthy bastard!"

Chen Zhou's plan succeeded, and he laughed heartily, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

"You still want to be my mom? You'd better just be my little girl!"

Seeing that the "囡囡" Chen Zhou mentioned was indeed "daughter," Jiang Xia felt a slight, inexplicable sense of loss.

She pouted and turned her face away from him in a huff.

Chen Zhou secretly used the [Insightful Insight] skill, instantly capturing her subtle emotional fluctuations.

He asked slowly, with a hint of mischief:
"Hey, you just...didn't think '囡囡' didn't mean 'daughter'?"

Touched on his secret, Jiang Xia immediately reacted like a startled rabbit, hastily retorting:

"Who...who said that! I didn't think that! You...you stop being so clever and making wild guesses!"

Chen Zhou exclaimed "Aiya!" twice, looking as if he knew exactly what was going on.

"The expression on that person's face just now clearly said, 'I was just thinking dirty thoughts.'"

Jiang Xia was both ashamed and angry that her secret had been exposed in public. She clenched her small fist and punched him in the chest, not too hard, not too soft.
"Bad guy! I'm ignoring you!"

The force was truly like "a little fist pounding your chest".

Chen Zhou grinned obediently, rubbing his chest, but his words were still sharp:
"See? See? He's getting angry and embarrassed! I told you so!"

Seeing Jiang Xia standing there with his arms crossed, sulking and silent, Chen Zhou's eyes lit up, and he threw out a bait:

"Alright, I'll give you a chance to get revenge. Want to play 'beating pig's trotters'?"

Sure enough, Jiang Xia immediately turned his head, his eyes brightening with a hint of defiance:
"Fine, let's play! I'm the kind of person who can beat up the Nanshan Nursing Home and kick the Beihai Kindergarten, what are you afraid of?"

The so-called "slapping pig's trotters" is a game in which two people take turns flipping their hands and slapping the back of each other's hands. The person being slapped must dodge. If the slap is successful, the slapping continues. If the slap is unsuccessful, the attacking and defending positions are switched.

When people get carried away with the game, the person who loses the most gets their hands slapped until they turn red, just like a "pig's trotter."

Chen Zhou extended his right hand, palm up, and waved it in front of Jiang Xia, raising an eyebrow in a provocative manner:
"Little newbie, are you ready? Don't come crying to your parents if you get beaten up later."

Jiang Xia snorted and slapped her hand into his palm without hesitation.
"Stop talking nonsense and come here!"

The afternoon sun slanted through the glass windows of the corridor, casting dappled light on the two of them.

Chen Zhou stared at Jiang Xia's fair hand, deliberately slowing down his movements. He made a gesture as if to flip his wrist, but abruptly pulled it back just before it touched her skin.

A standard feint.

Jiang Xia's eyes widened, and she said angrily:
"So you've got some nerve! Trying to cheat, huh!"

In the instant she was distracted by her accusations, Chen Zhou's eyes narrowed, and with lightning speed, he flipped his wrist, slapping her hand hard with a crisp "smack."

"Ow!"

Jiang Xia winced in pain, gritting his teeth and hopping mad:
"You cunning bastard!"

Chen Zhou waved his hand smugly:

"First round, win!"

"Come again!"

Jiang Xia was unconvinced and put his hand on hers again.

The girl's hands were slightly cool even in the summer.

Chen Zhou slowly and casually swung his wrist while giving a serious-sounding comment:

"I have to say, your hands are practically works of art."

Jiang Xia's tense nerves were disrupted by this sudden praise, and she looked at him suspiciously:
"What trick are you planning to pull now?"

"Truthfully."

Chen Zhou smiled innocently, his gaze intently "studying":

"Her fingers are slender and long, her joints are well-proportioned, and her skin is so tender... I'd give her a 9 out of 10."

Jiang Xia's wariness hadn't subsided, and he muttered as he asked:
What's the maximum score?

[Female contestant rated: 98/100] The notification flashed by quickly.

Chen Zhou grinned, showing off his bright white teeth.

"A perfect score of 100!"

"Damn it! You only gave me nine out of a hundred... Ouch—that hurts!!"

Before she could finish speaking, Chen Zhou took advantage of her distraction and succeeded in attacking again.

Jiang Xia rubbed his reddened hand, puffing out his cheeks like a little pufferfish:
"Fine! You want to play the military strategy game, huh? Let's try again! I don't believe it!"

Chen Zhou laughed so hard his eyes disappeared from his grin:
"Her hands are quite beautiful, but her reaction time... tsk tsk."

"Don't look down on me!"

Jiang Xia took a deep breath and stared intently at his wrist, looking as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

Chen Zhou suddenly spoke again:
"But seriously, your hands would look amazing if you played the piano..."

Jiang Xia chuckled, a hint of smugness in his eyes:

"The same move won't work on a Saint Seiya... no, I mean on me!"

Chen Zhou suddenly leaned closer, a mischievous smile on his face, and looked at her face, which flushed instantly, and whispered:
"Really? My dear~?"

The affectionate address, warm and gentle, reached her ears, and Jiang Xia shuddered, her focus instantly crumbling. Chen Zhou's wrist moved like a nimble snake, swift and precise, striking her hand again with a soft "smack!"

It wasn't very forceful, but it was extremely insulting.

"Chen Zhou—!"

Jiang Xia was both embarrassed and anxious. She raised her hand to hit his shoulder, but he nimbly dodged it.

Chen Zhou seized the opportunity to grab her slender wrist, declaring victory:

"Three consecutive wins! I've won this game decisively!"

“You…you bastard!!”

Jiang Xia was so angry that she was speechless, and her eyes even turned slightly red.

Chen Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly let go of her hand, his tone softening:

"No, no, no, I was just kidding! I'll treat you to milk tea as an apology?"

Jiang Xia snorted, turned her head away, but couldn't help but secretly curl her lips into a smile:
Two cups! Not a drop less!

Chen Zhou watched her feigned anger as she walked away, touched his nose, and thought to himself that the mission was accomplished, and he had even managed to "bully" Hagisha a little. This was a huge win.

He reached out and ruffled Jiang Xia's hair:
"Alright, alright, how about adding another dinner? Is that enough to show your sincerity?"

Jiang Xia then turned her head with a hum, her expression softening:

"That's pretty much it."

As they spoke, the preparation bell rang throughout the corridor.

The students on the fourth floor began to surge back to their classrooms like a tide.

Chen Zhou decided not to linger any longer and waved his hand.

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving. Wait for me after school."

After saying that, he walked quickly back to his class against the flow of people, his eyes scanning the crowd as he precisely completed the last two "comments".

[Congratulations, Your Majesty, on the successful holding of the imperial selection ceremony. Over a hundred women have been reviewed. Imperial prestige +500]

[Imperial Might: 750]

The notification appeared, and Chen Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling better.

Just as I sat back down, the homeroom teacher, Shao Xi, rushed in with her lesson plan tucked under her arm. She tossed a piece of chalk aside and began reviewing yesterday's math homework.

After explaining only two questions, the grade director, Ke Linhai, hurriedly appeared at the door and waved to Shao Xi.

Shao Xi put down the chalk, went outside and muttered a few words, returning with a helpless expression:
"Class, we have to attend a party meeting at the last minute, so this homework..."

Director Ke leaned halfway in, scanning the classroom:

"Should I find a classmate to cover for me temporarily? Or go over the homework?"

Shao Xi adjusted his glasses, his gaze sweeping across the classroom before finally settling on Chen Zhou:
"Chen Zhou, why don't you give it a try? You have a good foundation in math and your problem-solving skills are usually quite flexible."

Indeed, in the entire Class 8, it was difficult to find anyone more outstanding in mathematics than him.

Having been chosen, Chen Zhou had no choice but to nod in resignation.

Shao Xi then instructed the class monitor, Jiang Yutong, to maintain discipline before hurriedly leaving for a meeting.

A buzz of discussion instantly filled the classroom.

Li Bin whistled:
"Great job, Elbow! You're going to be a little teacher!"

Stephen Chow peeked out from behind the curtains, winking and making faces:

"Go, Teacher Chen!"

Chen Zhou touched his nose and walked onto the podium.

Looking at the dozens of pairs of eyes below the stage, I wasn't particularly intimidated.

After all, I am the ruler of a country. I can manage the country and the state. What's wrong with answering a few questions?
He opened his workbook, his eyes scanning the questions, a confident smile playing on his lips:

"Class, the conventional solution to this function problem is substitution. But I discovered..."

He picked up the chalk and quickly drew a simple coordinate system on the blackboard:
"By combining numbers and shapes, and drawing the image, the answer will immediately appear."

Seeing that Chen Zhou was really speaking in a serious and methodical manner, the students who were whispering to each other gradually quieted down.

With his solid mathematical foundation, Chen Zhou approached these problems as easily as 1+1, explaining them clearly and logically, while also occasionally throwing in a touch of humor.

"This variable x is like our classmate Li Bin. He usually seems quite honest, but he 'changes' during holidays and 'goes wild' everywhere!"

A down-to-earth joke made the whole class burst into laughter.

Li Bin cast a resentful glance at him from below.

As he got more excited, several more ingenious and advanced solutions flashed through Chen Zhou's mind.

But glancing at the audience—

This is a liberal arts class where the average math score is barely 60!
He immediately abandoned the idea of ​​showing off his skills and honestly returned to the basics, even patiently supplementing his junior high school knowledge, such as how Vieta's formulas came about.

After all, some people may be sitting in a senior high school classroom, but their math foundation may still be stuck in junior high school.

If it weren't for the fact that someone is good at only one subject, who would want to stay in a regular class?
This approach, which completely "bows down" to cater to the middle and lower tiers, has yielded unexpectedly good results:

"Holy crap! I actually understood that?"

"What happened? Chen Zhou explained it even more clearly than Teacher Shao!"

"Exactly! What Shao Xi was saying was completely incomprehensible to me, but I could actually follow his train of thought!"

"..."

Hearing these comments, Chen Zhou smiled slightly, not surprised at all.

As a key teacher, Shao Xi is in charge of both elite classes and regular classes. How can she have the energy to implement differentiated instruction?

He habitually applies the fast-paced, high-density approach of the elite classes directly to the regular classes, which naturally diminishes the effectiveness.

Chen Zhou proactively "simplified" the process, breaking down knowledge and stuffing it into everyone's minds, and the effect was immediately apparent.

Before I knew it, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Shao Xi rushed back, and was stunned when he saw the clear and neat writing on the blackboard and the students' still-excited, even slightly excited, expressions:

"Have you finished... finished speaking?"

Several students in the front row immediately answered:

"Teacher Shao! Chen Zhou explained it very clearly!"

"She can even tell jokes! And she's not sleepy at all!"

"I've never understood a function problem so well before!"

"..."

Shao Xi pushed up his glasses, looked Chen Zhou up and down, his eyes full of surprise and admiration:
"Impressive, kid! You've been keeping a low profile!"

Chen Zhou scratched his head, trying hard to suppress the smile on his lips, but he couldn't hide the little bit of smugness he felt:
"I'm showing off my limited skills before an expert, Teacher Shao."

Shao Xi's praise of "hiding his talents" still echoed in the classroom, but the last syllable of the bell completely drowned it out.

The classroom instantly came alive, filled with the sounds of desks and chairs clattering and chattering.

"Pork knuckle! Awesome!"

Li Bin was the first to rush over, patting Chen Zhou heavily on the shoulder and winking at him:

"He spoke so eloquently that he even impressed Teacher Shao! That was a perfect performance!"

Stephen Chow strolled over leisurely and teased:

"Teacher Chen, shouldn't the math class representative position be stepped down from now on? I think you're more suitable than Fei Chai to be the class representative."

Chen Zhou was flanked by them on either side, and he pushed them away, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Go away, don't give me that. It was just luck, pure luck."

That's what I said, but the pride I felt from being recognized was like a bottle of soda that had just been opened, bubbling and bubbling, impossible to suppress.

【Ding! 】

[Your Majesty demonstrates your talent, guiding your classmates to review and learn new things; Imperial Prestige +50]

[Imperial Might: 800]

"Chen Zhou."

Shao Xi pushed up his glasses, looked at the thought process written on the blackboard, and said:

"You explained it very well, with clear thinking, and you explained things in a simple way. Most importantly, you knew how to cater to the level of most students. From now on, you'll be in charge of reviewing the class's exercises."

"what?"

Chen Zhou hadn't reacted yet, then quickly said:
"No, teacher, I don't have that skill! I can't do it, I can't do it!"

However, what he was thinking was:
Not bad, Lao Shao. You're quite good at using me as a tool, aren't you? You're getting my free labor, aren't you?

Shao Xi ignored him and just looked at Chen Zhou:

"How about it? Consider it helping the teacher share some of the burden, and it's also a chance to train yourself. I think you have a real talent for being a teacher."

This statement is half encouragement and half task assignment.

"Teacher Shao, this..."

Chen Zhou tried to struggle:

"I'm afraid I won't speak well and will waste the students' time..."

"Oh, you're too modest!"

Shao Xi waved his hand and made the decision directly:

"It's settled then! Starting tomorrow! Chen Zhou, thank you for your hard work!"

After saying that, he grabbed his lesson plan and left in a hurry, leaving Chen Zhou standing there with a helpless expression, feeling like he had been "completely arranged."

"Brother Zhou, please accept my condolences."

Li Bin patted him on the shoulder with a smug look on his face:

"Your happy times are gone, snap!"

Stephen Chow also gave him a rare look of sympathy:
"The sickle of capital has arrived, though late."

This joke is incredibly fitting for the occasion.

Chen Zhou rolled his eyes at them, but inwardly he was mourning for himself.

……

The school bell rang throughout the campus like a bugle call.

Chen Zhou was the first to rush out of the classroom, with a clear goal—

Class 2 upstairs.

As soon as I arrived at the back door of Class 2, I saw Jiang Xia walking out chatting and laughing with her deskmate Qin Xiao.

The golden rays of the setting sun shone through the window at the end of the corridor, casting a warm glow on her fair profile.

"Nah!"

Chen Zhou rushed over, flashing a big white grin.

Jiang Xia's ears burned at his affectionate address. She glared at him reproachfully, then pulled him close and whispered:
"Don't shout, Qin Xiao is right here!"

(End of this chapter)