Shocking! This student is phenomenal!

Blue Star, China, Jiangzhou, Qinghe District.

Five o'clock in the evening.

Su Jiang rode his bicycle home.

The front door was locked, so my parents must still be working the afternoon shift today and won't be home until late at night.

Push the door open and go inside.

"kindness?"

A letter was slipped under the door.

Su Jiang picked it up and took a look.

A familiar pink envelope, addressed to Su Jiang.

The mailing address below is Kyoto, Huaqing University, and the sender's name is: Guess who I am.

Without even guessing, Su Jiang knew it was from her.

A joyful smile unconsciously spread across his face.

Su Jiang picked up the letter, went upstairs, and entered his room.

The forgotten bicycle leaned against the door frame, looking rather pitiful: "Why don't you put it away properly for me?!"

But his owner was in the room, engrossed in pulling open a drawer.

Inside was a thick stack of identical envelopes.

Su Jiang opened the envelope, took out a beautifully designed postcard, and softly read aloud:

"Little Susu, have you missed me?"

"I'm already at Tsinghua University, and military training is about to start. I hope the weather will be better."

"I argued with my mom, and she said that if you get into Tsinghua University, then we might consider you."

"But don't worry, even if you don't get in, I'll still be with you. We can elope!"

(❤'◡'❤)

(* ^ _ ^ *)

Su Jiang shook his head, Hua Qing...

I'd like to, but it's easier said than done.

elopement......

How could that be? Even if you agreed, I wouldn't. Without the blessings of parents, a marriage is never happy.

He put the postcard back in the envelope and put it in the drawer.

The scene from that June unconsciously comes to mind.

Su Jiang, a second-year junior high student, is standing next to a girl wearing a third-year junior high school uniform.

Across from them, a luxurious Mercedes-Benz was parked. The man in the driver's seat, wearing sunglasses, impatiently urged them on.

"Wanqing, hurry up! What's the point of talking to this poor boy? You have a whole world ahead of you. You'll meet many more outstanding men in Jiangzhou!"

"Uncle! Don't talk!" The girl, Lin Wanqing, waved her hand impatiently.

Then he quickly turned to Su Jiang and said, "Little Su Su, you must remember to write to me often. I'm waiting for you!"

"I only like you!"

She whispered the last sentence in Su Jiang's ear.

After saying that, she left behind a pleasant fragrance and got into the Mercedes-Benz.

The words were beautiful, but Su Jiang knew that after this parting, the gap between them would only widen.

They were childhood sweethearts. One of them was a princess who was temporarily staying with relatives due to some family circumstances and was about to be taken back to Jiangzhou by the wealthy Lin family. The other was a poor child whose parents had to work three shifts.

Since then, Lin Wanqing would write to him from time to time, but Su Jiang never replied to a single letter.

Although everyone should have a mobile phone, Lin Wanqing still chose this most traditional method.

She said she liked the kind of love where travel was slow, letters were slow, and one could only love one person in a lifetime.

So before they met, they didn't exchange phone numbers or contact information, but instead sent letters to express their longing for each other.

Even though Su Jiang never replied, she continued to express her love in this way.

But the inferiority complex always weighed on Su Jiang's heart. Normally, it takes the efforts of several generations to move up the social class. As for himself, well, he was just a toad.

Take studying as an example. Every year, dozens of students from Jiangzhou No. 2 Middle School, where Lin Wanqing studied, are admitted to Tsinghua University.

However, in Qinghe District, where Su Jiang lives, only one or two students from all the high schools in the district can get into Tsinghua University.

The teacher's claim that studying is the fairest thing is all lies.

They can spend huge sums of money to hire famous teachers for tutoring and exam predictions, but can ordinary people afford that?

All the teachers in other places are provincial-level outstanding teachers or national-level outstanding teachers. Does Qinghe District have any like that?

Some of Su Jiang's teachers were even older teachers who couldn't speak fluent Mandarin.

He tossed his head slightly and put the letter in the drawer.

Su Jiang took out his phone and started reading a novel.

The only truly satisfying thing is watching a useless, poor son-in-law rise to power and become a local tyrant in just a few years with the help of a system.

Only then can he have a sweet dream.

Once you start watching, you can't stop...

[Sobbing!]

In the morning, Su Jiang had just gotten out of bed when he heard a clear voice in his mind.

To be precise, he was awakened by this sound.

"What's going on?"

Su Jiang was a little confused.

He only remembered that he had diligently read a new book all night, giving it free access to his little brother.

They went from being last on the fan ranking list to first place by exploiting the platform's policies.

The author even added an extra chapter overnight just for himself.

When I woke up, I found myself sobbing in my head.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the Shock System! You have a chance to gain Shock Points by shocking others! Shock Points can be used for lotteries or redeemed for cash!]

[The beginner's lottery requires 100 points of Shock Value]

[Intermediate lottery draw requires 1000 Shock Points]

[Advanced lottery requires 10000 Shock Points]

[A special lottery draw requires 100000 Shock Points]

[The Super Lottery requires 100000000 Shock Points]

[If you want to convert it to cash, the system is currently at level one, where one shock value is equivalent to one yuan in cash!]

The system patiently explained its function in his mind.

Good heavens, so I've actually obtained a system?

Could this plot from the novel really happen to me? Su Jiang was stunned.

But this system is a little different!

Everyone else is saying "ding," but you're just making "waaaaa" noises?

*%#￥#￥

What the hell!

This is about shocking others, but how can someone who is ordinary and unremarkable shock everyone?

Does taking off your pants and farting intimidate everyone?

[A newbie gift pack is now being issued to the host. Considering that the host is still a student, a basic level of Chinese language skills is being awarded as a reward.]

Su Jiang's heart skipped a beat. Was this guy an idiot?

They've already given me the system, and now I still have to learn it?

I want to drop out of school right now.

I'll make a fortune, bring glory to my ancestors, and marry Lin Wanqing! It all depends on you!

It's important to know that shock value can be directly converted into cash.

Just give yourself a bunch of god-like skills, go to a few places to show them off, amaze others, and the money will come pouring in, right?

But after a long time, the system still didn't come out with an explanation.

"Fine, you're the boss!" Su Jiang thought with a hint of helplessness.

Language skills are fine, they're better than nothing.

Come to think of it, if I dared to drop out of school, my dad would break my legs.

But speaking of my dad...

With a system? Shouldn't I get first place in the exam, making my dad admire me to the point of prostration? Should I kneel down and sing "Conquer"?

He ran around the village shirtless, shouting: "My good son, you are my pride!"

More importantly, Lin Wanqing? With the system's help, could he confidently appear by her side?

Su Jiang began to feel a sense of anticipation.

Soon he felt that his mind was filled with a lot of literary knowledge from textbooks, including classical Chinese and essay writing techniques.

Su Jiang sat up in bed.

Just as he was about to shout "Long live the system!"

But the next second, he lost his composure.

The time on the clock by the bedside had already formed a rather dangerous arc.

"Holy crap! It's eight o'clock!"

Su Jiang was completely dumbfounded.

That's definitely more than twenty minutes late!

"Gah!"

Su Jiang was so startled that he let out a burp that sounded like a duck's quack.

As a day student, Su Jiang went home to sleep every day.

Because the school is only a few kilometers away from home, I can get there quickly by bicycle every day.

Without thinking twice, Su Jiang quickly got up, dressed, pushed his bicycle, and rushed to school without even having breakfast.

"Author, if you don't give me ten chapters today, I'll send you a giant cleaver!"

You should know that today is Thursday, and Thursday mornings are usually Chinese language morning self-study sessions.

Moreover, the first class was a Chinese class.

Therefore, Li Qingfang, who is both the Chinese teacher and the homeroom teacher, would arrive at the classroom early every Thursday and stay there from the start of morning self-study to supervise everyone's memorization of the text.

It's already eight o'clock. If I go to the classroom, the teacher will definitely catch me red-handed...

Su Jiang panicked.

Who is Li Qingfang?

That's the Iron Mother Chicken that everyone in the senior year of high school fears!

Always number one in everything.

Number one in swearing, number one in keeping students out of class, number one in strictness...

Now that I've walked right into their line of fire, I'm sure I'll suffer the consequences.

The key is that you can't skip class. If you don't go to the first class, the teacher will definitely call your home.

Being criticized at school and beaten at home, that's true despair.

Su Jiang steeled himself and walked into the classroom.

Sure enough, Li Qingfang, the homeroom teacher, was already sitting on the podium, wearing a white dress.

Li Qingfang is probably in her thirties. Her high cheekbones already proclaim to everyone that she is very strict.

The students below were shaking their heads and chanting all sorts of strange classical Chinese phrases.

Su Jiang, with his hair a messy, bird's-nest-like style, called out from the doorway, "Report!"

The noise in the classroom immediately subsided.

They looked at Su Jiang with mixed feelings—some mocking, some teasing, and some pitying.

How could someone be so audacious as to be late for Teacher Li's early morning Chinese self-study session? Is this some kind of suicidal idea for the 21st century?

Li Qingfang gave Su Jiang a cold glance.

She didn't like Su Jiang because he was a repressed pervert at school.

He is usually well-behaved in class and doesn't cause trouble, but his grades are very poor. He seems to work hard when the teacher is around, but his mind is not on studying at all. As soon as the teacher leaves, he becomes someone who doesn't want to study.

Aside from being tall and handsome, he's otherwise completely useless.

"Look at the time!"

Li Qingfang said coldly.

"8:08," Su Jiang glanced at the clock at the back of the classroom and answered honestly.

"So you're only arriving now? Don't you know morning self-study starts at 7:40? There are still twelve minutes left before it ends!"

"Do you think your grades are so good that you can go to college?"

"Don't you know that studying is your only way out!"

"Let me tell you, people like you are not even as good as those from vocational high schools who got into junior colleges!"

"Don't think that just because you go to a regular high school, you'll get into a university. Our No. 6 High School is the worst regular high school in the whole district. We don't send a single student to a top-tier university every year. Only a few dozen students from the entire school can get into a university."

Once Li Qingfang started her machine gun, she couldn't stop.

They launched a barrage of attacks at Su Jiang and his classmates.

"In your class, I reckon only Shen Jingbing and Tong Lele have a chance of getting into a university. As for you, you'll be crying later!"

Li Qingfang always compares Shen Jinbing and Tong Lele to her students when she reprimands them. These two are her hopes for undergraduate admissions this year.

Immediately, a short, dark-skinned boy with slightly curly hair straightened his back.

He is the Shen Jinbing that Li Qingfang mentioned.

Shen Jinbing smugly enjoyed the envious glances from several classmates.

"Teacher, I stayed up too late studying literature at home last night, that's why I'm late," Su Jiang explained to Li Qingfang, raising his hand.

Reading novels is literature too! I'm not lying.

Li Qingfang is a veteran teacher who has been teaching for several years. How could she possibly be fooled by such a low-level lie from Su Jiang?

"Don't lie to me. You failed your last Chinese exam, and you got five out of five fill-in-the-blank questions on classical poetry wrong. You actually have the nerve to say you study literature? I think literature is studying you!"

The class burst into laughter, everyone mocking Su Jiang for daring to pretend to be a top student.

"Haha, Su Jiang is such a goofball, he actually lied to Teacher Li!"

"Yeah, Su Jiang is way too daring."

Of course, some less respectable girls were also secretly saying:

"Su Jiang is so handsome! But I have to admit, his hair has a bit of a 'punk' vibe."

"I love this bad boy vibe. I never realized Su Jiang was so handsome!"

"I want to study Su Jiang tonight."

However, Su Jiang was not frightened by the teacher's words:

"Teacher, I really didn't lie!"

Amidst the cacophony of the class, Su Jiang's resolute voice rang out.

Li Qingfang's expression changed instantly.

"In that case, why don't you recite the Ode to the Red Cliff?"