Ding-ding-ding-ding—
When the bell rang, Shenhai City Boyi High School quickly returned to silence, and soon the sound of reading aloud could be heard above the teaching building.
In the office, the principal had a complicated expression. He put down the terrible report card with Yang Xiaodao's name on it and hesitated for a moment:
"Well, although we are a private high school, we do have certain requirements for academic ability. If your child wants to transfer here, I'm afraid his grades are still..."
Sitting in the reclining chair, Bai Sheng was just about to cross his long legs and put his hands in his trouser pockets as usual when Shen Zhuo cleared his throat.
Bai Sheng reacted immediately, and sat in a rare neat and modest posture, looking back at the principal with the same sincerity: "I understand, I understand. This child just has a low IQ, but everything else is fine."
"..." the principal said, "Ah, the other things are not a problem, the problem is this result..."
Bai Sheng pointed to the second page of the transcript and argued: "You see, he is quite good in liberal arts, and his geography score was close to full marks except for the multiple-choice questions!"
"85 in three science subjects."
"At least I passed the history exam..."
"85 in three science subjects."
"My English grammar is okay, but if I hadn't guessed all the blanks correctly in the cloze test..."
The principal said slowly: "85 in three science subjects."
The air was silent.
Shen Zhuo stood up as if nothing had happened: "You guys chat first, I'll go out for a walk."
Before he could finish his words, Bai Sheng grabbed him and pushed him back into the chair, giving him a desperate look, which meant, "Don't even think about leaving me here alone to embarrass myself!"
Shen Zhuo closed his eyes and said nothing. Judging from his expression, he probably wished he had not shown up today.
"Mr. Bai," the principal finally couldn't help but ask, "There are so many private high schools in Shenhai, why do you insist on transferring your child to our school? Otherwise, you can find an international high school and send your child abroad in the future?"
It turns out that anyone dealing with Bai Sheng must follow a basic rule: don't ask questions, don't give him lights, microphones and a stage; don't let him enter his own BGM.
Sure enough, the next moment, Emperor Bai Sheng was possessed, and he grabbed Shen Zhuo's hand and said sincerely and emotionally:
"—Our Yang Xiaodao is a miserable child!"
headmaster:"?"
Shen Zhuo tried to free his hands, but no one on this earth could escape the terrifying tons-level palm power of an S-level evolver.
"This child's mother died young, his father gambled and abused his family, and he didn't send him to school. Whenever he drank, he would beat him up. In order to be able to study, he shouldered the burden of life since he was young, often picking up trash on the street, selling bottles, and collecting waste..."
Shen Zhuo whispered from the corner of his mouth: "The script you wrote for Yang Xiaodao also includes regular patches?"
Bai Sheng turned a deaf ear to it: "… He used the money from selling scraps to pay for his tuition, and he couldn't even afford to buy draft paper. To make matters worse, five years ago, when this child was walking around the streets collecting old mobile phones in exchange for stainless steel washbasins, a washbasin fell from the sky and hit him on the head, instantly causing cerebral palsy…"
The principal was stunned by this amazing development.
"Yang Xiaodao, who had perfect scores in all subjects and excellent academic performance, suddenly became a mentally retarded child who had difficulty with addition and subtraction of three-digit numbers. However, he did not give up or despair! He started from scratch, from adding one to one, and practiced from the 26 English letters again. After tenacious self-rehabilitation, he finally successfully cured his brain disease..."