Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!-Chapter 461: Cannon Fodder Stepsister Doesn’t Want to Die (18)

Chapter 461: Cannon Fodder Stepsister Doesn’t Want to Die (18)

"Be a doctor? You’re planning to apply to medical school?"

The classmates around were all astonished.

Although for families like theirs, being a doctor isn’t considered a great job.

But being a doctor means applying to medical school, and aiming for medical school means that Jiang Lai’s grades in the science class must stay above average to get into a reputable medical school in the country.

The science class is a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, filled with the city’s top-performing students.

Seeing this, Jiang Lai really set himself quite a big goal.

In the next second, the noisy class suddenly quieted down, and everyone simultaneously turned to look at the door.

Upon seeing the person standing at the door, the class erupted with shocked gasps.

"Whoa... Am I blind? Is that Shen Weizhou standing at the door?"

"Yes, you’re not mistaken, it’s really him. Oh my God! Is he planning to turn over a new leaf?"

"What’s happening with Shen Weizhou... did something trigger him? Even the principal couldn’t make him dye his hair back, so why today..."

Under everyone’s surprised gaze, Shen Weizhou with a head of black hair walked over with his bag and sat down next to Jiang Lai.

The previously flamboyant silver earrings were removed, and he sat there in a well-tailored school uniform, looking just like a star student with excellent grades.

Jiang Lai took a few extra glances at him.

Shen Weizhou pulled a book out of his bag without lifting his head.

A book, it was actually a book!

Everyone’s gaze was even more astonished.

Even Tang Song couldn’t help but rub his eyes again, looking at the quiet young man in front of him, he felt completely unfamiliar.

"What are you looking at? Aren’t you supposed to study?"

There wasn’t any credibility when Shen Weizhou said this, but it made everyone wonder if he’d lost his mind or was stimulated by something.

As they were deskmates for a time, Jiang Lai greeted him before leaving.

"I’m moving to the science class, see you around."

Shen Weizhou extended his hand, his eternally mischievous expression all but covered by calm.

"Good deskmate, since you’re leaving, let’s shake hands."

Jiang Lai smiled, and as he reached out, Shen Weizhou grasped his hand at once.

His palm was warm, seeming to carry a slight, fragmented sweat.

Retracting his hand, Shen Weizhou stood up to make way.

"Keep up the good work in the science class."

"Goodbye."

"Yeah, goodbye."

Jiang Lai left, Shen Weizhou sat back down, and Tang Song rushed over.

"Brother Zhou, are you alright? If you’re feeling upset and want to cry, I’ll take you somewhere to let loose."

Shen Weizhou looked at him.

"Do I look like I’m having a problem?"

"Yes."

"Go away, I want to study diligently now."

Tang Song wanted to say something but stopped, looking at Shen Weizhou’s transformation was simply blocking his throat.

This not only meant losing a wealthy and handsome friend but also gaining an annoying bookworm by his side.

He didn’t want to study himself, so naturally he didn’t want his best friend to study hard either.

Otherwise, how much pressure would he be under?

"Brother Zhou, you actually don’t need to do this, you have to consider the most fundamental question: others need to work hard to have the chance to get into a good company, earn money and status, but you don’t have to, because all you need to do is wait for those that come back educated to work in your company, you know?

Doing this is meaningless."

Shen Weizhou coldly looked at him.

"Living, you have to have a goal, right?"

"Your goal should be to protect your father’s billion-dollar fortune, isn’t that clear enough?"

"My current goal is to study hard."

After saying this, Shen Weizhou drove off the unwilling Tang Song and genuinely lowered his head to start studying.

The classroom was silent.

Tang Song depressedly opened his phone and posted on his social media.

[One week of abstinence and devotion, praying for Brother Zhou’s speedy recovery]

Likes and comments flooded in, all from the rich kids and pretty girls he knew from drinking and racing.

Suddenly he felt it was pointless, life seemed incomparably empty.

Bored, he clicked Jiang Lai’s avatar.

Recently added from the sports meet, after all, being the sports commissioner carried some weight.

Jiang Lai’s avatar was a hand-drawn cartoon character, holding a book and wearing big glasses, looking very cute.

"Even his avatar is studying... tch..."

At this point, his eyes inadvertently landed on her nickname.

"Study Hard..."

So cheesy, people still use such a name these days.

Then the next second, he slid to Shen Weizhou’s avatar, as if his mind was struck, he was compelled to take a look.

"Wow!"

Shen Weizhou’s name on social media: I want to study hard.

"Impressive, really impressive."

Shameless.

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The atmosphere in the science class was relatively more oppressive than the arts class.

Most of the students in this school are the city’s elites; even if they’re not in key classes, even the regular class students are striving for early admission places.

Hence what the class advocated most was competitions, effectively talented ones would try to join, and if they managed to continuously advance with good results, they’re likely to be chosen for early admissions by prestigious schools.

With an extra student in class, other than those sitting in the back row, the front row mostly didn’t turn around, most didn’t care about the addition, they were focused on their own tasks.

The studious atmosphere was indeed good, Jiang Lai nodded satisfied, then found an empty spot at the back row to sit, right next to the trash can.

The first class was math, taught by the class teacher. Everyone had two papers laid out on their desks.

"These papers in front of you are perfect score tests from our recent monthly exam, respectively from Jiang Ci and Qiao Chuweng from Class One, I photocopied them for you to have a look.

Carefully note down the differences between yourselves and the top students of Class One, why others can answer perfectly and yet you can even get the basics wrong.

Observe the tidiness of their papers; such a neat paper would make any teacher want to give one or two extra points!

The arts festival is over, everyone should refocus. I don’t care how outstanding you were on the sports field or stage, as long as you sit here, in my class, you are just an ordinary student striving through the thousands crossing a single log bridge! You have only one task: improve your grades!

Alright, everyone correct your papers in advance, let’s start the relay explanation from this row.

He Huan, you start with the first question."

Relays, a nightmare for countless students, even the usually active Little Buding was quieted, shrinking fearfully in the corner.

"Oh no, oh no, and there are a few... One, two, three... I am at question nine, how do I do question nine..."