Sometimes, the development of things is not always as expected.
It's like when you see a toy you like but don't have the money in your hand.
When you have money, you no longer like those children's toys.
Wayne, an ordinary primary school student, was lying on his seat with his eyes closed and thinking about life, as if his entire figure had turned gray.
At this time, only the bleak autumn wind blowing from the window could bring him spiritual comfort.
A note hit him in the face.
He opened his eyes.
Ge Li folded another piece of paper and threw it towards her face.
"Is there something you can't tell directly?"
Wayne stretched out his hand and caught it firmly, saying silently.
It's not class time now, so why bother being as sneaky as an underground organization's contacts.
"It's inconvenient," she said.
"Also, don't talk to me in front of others."
...You really have a lot to ask for.
Wayne slowly opened the note.
[If the love letter you wrote satisfies me, I can reluctantly agree to help you with tutoring. There will definitely be no problem in passing the test. 】
Wayne felt as if his heart had been stabbed again.
He clutched his chest and fell to the table in pain.
Wayne: [I don’t need such worldly rewards. 】
Song Li: [Want something unworldly? --money? 】
Wayne sat up suddenly.
He sat upright and replied word by word:
Yes, you will be satisfied!
…
The results of the academy test have been posted.
Richard, Song Li, and Chris all received A grades.
Therefore, those who seem to be very pessimistic before the exam are often not necessarily bad students.
All the other names on the honor list were familiar figures from the past. Only Chris shocked the jaws of passers-by this time, and countless onlookers expressed disbelief.
However, this is the case.
As a result, Chris's image of being uneducated and unskilled in everyone's minds began to waver.
"Perhaps that lady is working hard to study just like us behind the scenes! How can you make assumptions about her life just because she is from a noble family?"
Wayne heard a girl say this.
In this regard, he just wanted to express that the classmate thought too much.
Chris didn't study very seriously even at home.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,, Wayne, it's my fault! I always pull you to play, and you get an F grade."
In the handicraft department, Chris regretfully grabbed Wayne's clothes.
Although the grades other than A grades have not been announced, the news that he needs to take a make-up exam class cannot be concealed.
"No, it was just a small mistake this time."
Wayne didn't think it was anything. If you wanted to take part in a cram school, just take it. Anyway, there were many tutoring courses at home.
As long as you can pass the make-up exam, it doesn't matter if you end the tutoring early. Just experience the life of a bad student and relax.
"Why don't we also use the Lily Club to apply to the board of directors for the right to take the make-up exam together at the beginning of next semester?" Chris said.
"No, I can pass the exam soon."
There are a few classmates in the class who share his common problems, such as the prince's good friend Gavin.
Since I was accompanied by an acquaintance, it was barely acceptable.
"It seems that before this test started, classmate Wayne was also so confident." Eve, leaning her chin on the table, blinked at him.
"It was really a mistake." Wayne was tired of explaining.
However, it was indeed difficult for him to find a suitable reason for his blank roll.
Is it possible to tell everyone that all the words I wrote have escaped?
Because of this abnormal behavior, Tommy, the head teacher, even thought that he had encountered a major blow in his life. He was so overwhelmed that he handed in a blank paper and held him in the office for a full hour of psychological counseling.
At the beginning, Tommy still wanted to know more about Wayne, a student, and asked a lot of trivial questions.
Later, the topic unknowingly turned into a middle-aged man talking about his personal hardships.
"What are those little difficulties?!"
The uncle burst into tears and said, "I've been broken up for the seventh time now, so I'm still living a good life, eh eh eh eh eh..."
Wayne could only pat him on the back with a complicated look on his face, and while listening to him talk about the failed relationships in the past, he took out a few pieces of toilet paper from the paper box on his desk and handed them over.
If the head teacher was a beautiful teacher in her twenties, maybe Wayne would be more moved by his comfort.
"By the way, why is Teacher Tommy always falling out of love? Do you have any gossip?"
In a group of girls, the speed of certain message transmissions is very flexible.
Wayne had not been interested in any of this before, but today, under Tommy's series of complaints, he became curious for the first time.
Eve's eyes lit up, she raised her hands and said, "I know! I know!"
Wayne attached his ear.
"Because, Teacher Tommy has the biggest secret. Every time he falls in love, he fails because of this secret, without exception!"
"What is it?"
"Yes..." Eve gently pressed against his ear, and her warm breath made Wayne slightly uncomfortable.
"—because he's bald," she said in a low voice.
Wayne pulled away a bit with a look of astonishment and turned his face to look at her. "Really? You can't tell at all."
Eve tried hard to hold back her laughter: "Really! He is worse than the bald devil, not even a blade of grass grows. He just wears a wig every day and never takes it off, so naturally no one knows about it."
"Then where did you get the news?" Wayne asked.
"Of course it came from his newly broken up ex-girlfriend. This secret can't be kept secret for long."
Wayne really felt a little pity for him.
"By the way, the prince once mentioned in our chat that the dean wanted to develop a new hair transplant magic." He asked, "Have you heard about this?"
"Yes, I have."
Eve's well-informedness did not disappoint him.
"And I also know that he is stuck in a bottleneck period. According to the magic technique he has developed so far, it can only make an existing hair grow longer at most."
Wayne's mind immediately pictured the dean's view of the Mediterranean Sea, as well as the appearance of a single beauty on the smooth sea.
"The bald devil now wants to work with Mr. Conley, the specially invited professor at the academy headquarters, but he doesn't look down on his magic power at all," Eve said.
"Conley?" The name seemed familiar.
"Classmate Wayne..." A shy voice sounded.
Wayne looked over and saw his classmate named Camille.
She also passed Chris's selection and became one of the twenty new members of the handicraft department.
"What's wrong?" Wayne asked.
"I...I am the class monitor of this temporary make-up exam class. If Winn encounters any problems...you can come to me."
It was a short sentence, but it was said with a stammer.
"Ah, no need." Wayne smiled politely, "I can handle it."
