After Transmigration, The Male Lead and I had a HE-Chapter 83: Note: This is sponsored via ko-fi by OchHDF. Thank you!

Su Yuanzhou ruthlessly threw his phone onto the couch.

”Ah!! F*ck, I’ll eat sh*t upside down the next time I decide to drink so much!!”

**

The consequences of playing outside for a whole day on Saturday was to stay home obediently on Sunday and finish all the homework.

On Monday, Su Qiuge went to school with dark circles under her eyes.

But when she entered the classroom this time, the atmosphere was obviously very different from before. There were many people that took the initiative to smile and greet her.

Su Qiuge realized that her performance at the sports competition had probably earned her some acceptance from this small group.

Peng Jianda and a certain little sister from Class 11 were tasked to go to the school gate this morning because they were on duty. To put it simply, they were basically checking attendance and making sure everyone wore their uniform correctly.

But unexpectedly, Peng Jianda hadn’t finished his homework over the weekend. He went around in circles begging, but still couldn’t find a single person. Eventually, he begged all the way to Su Qiuge.

Peng Jiada’s tone was miserable and he was nearly shedding tears, “Xiao Su, can you do it for me. Next time when it’s your turn for duty, I’ll do it for you.”

Su Qiuge looked at the class schedule and noticed that the first period was math class, Zhao Minghua’s class.

It would indeed be miserable if the homework wasn’t finished.

“Sure, you can give me the work badge then.”

The students involved with the student union at their school had to wear a work badge when doing inspections. When Su Qiuge had previously walked through the school gate and noticed this, she had found it a bit novel.

Peng Jianda was so emotionally stirred up that he knelt down on the spot, “Xiao Su, from now on you will be my father! Father Su!!”

Su Qiuge waved her hand, “Okay, then next time don’t call me Xiao Su, lest you messed up the seniority.”

**t/n: as mentioned previously, “xiao” means little and is used at the beginning of a name to denote familiarity, but people typically don’t use it for those who are older than them

Peng Jianda was currently anxious to express his sincerity, so he shamelessly said, “Okay, Father Su.”

Tang Jie off to the side: “……”

F*ck.

If Peng Jianda’s father heard this, he would definitely beat him to death.

Beat him to the point that he turns from a round ball to a flat pancake.

The little sister of Class 11 was waiting for Peng Jianda at the door as usual as she held onto the class duty cards.

After waiting for what felt like half a day, the person still did not appear. Wen Mingming was starting to get a bit impatient as she lowered her head to look at the watch. She inwardly cursed, damn fatty.

When she raised her head again, she realized that the person who walked out wasn’t a fatty, but a beautiful girl with an extremely refreshing appearance.

Wen Mingming stared blankly at the attractive fairy for a few seconds, before she suddenly remembered——

F*ck, this old lady didn’t wash her hair today.

**t/n: she’s referring to herself

So she bowed her head in fear of attracting the fairy’s attention, but the fairy unexpectedly walked towards her in the next second, “Classmate Peng Jianda temporarily can’t come, so I’ll be substituting for him today.”

Wen Mingming suddenly understood and inwardly rolled her eyes. The fatty definitely didn’t finish his homework on time, so he begged this fairy to substitute for him.

When Su Qiuge walked closer, Wen Mingming carefully stared at her for a few seconds and suddenly discovered that this little fairy seemed to resemble the little wind-and-fire wheels during the sports competition.

There were a lot of people that came to the No. 2 Experimental School’s sports competition, whether it be those from within the school or from other schools. Therefore, the photos related to the competition were already posted onto the various schools’ joint forum.

A girl had fallen at the beginning of a sprint when the referee shot the gun, but then she had gotten up as if nothing had happened and ran out like a pair of wind-and-fire wheels. In the end, she even placed first in her running group and second overall.

A video of this was posted onto the forum and she was jokingly dubbed the “Little Wind-and-Fire Wheel” of No. 2 Experimental School.

When she thought to this point, Wen Mingming waved her hand, “No problem, no problem. It’s great that he can’t come.”

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