Chapter 18 This class is destined to move up, even Jesus can’t stop it.

Huh? Renew for sixty sessions?!

Jiang Nian was speechless; he had to admit, the System was quite a downer.

But he had to renew it anyway. It didn’t matter who earned this money.

However, today was Tuesday, and results would likely be out today or tomorrow. The homeroom teacher could call for a class promotion talk at any time, so it wasn’t convenient to ask for leave.

Jiang Nian planned to wait until the promotion results were confirmed before going to the gym to do tasks.

I, the Emperor, am busy with myriad affairs, truly breaking my heart.

What was it like to get first place in the class? Jiang Nian said he didn’t feel much. Everyone in the class knew he was going to be promoted and joked that he was about to Ascend.

No one jumped out to question whether he cheated; everyone in the class wasn’t stupid. Over two days, the subject teachers had called on him at least a dozen times to answer questions, and each time he was perfectly correct.

Some words, even those with good English grades in the class had never heard, Jiang Nian would spell out casually. For short sentences and grammar, anything related to memorization was basically instantly answered.

Except for mathematics and some calculations, Jiang Nian was not proficient.

For some memory-based knowledge points in the comprehensive science, even the teachers sometimes forgot them. Yet Jiang Nian remembered them clearly, answering casually during class interactions without even needing to flip through a book.

With this level of memory, only a brain-damaged person would jump out to question him.

Afternoon.

The September weather was dry and hot, and the fan on the classroom ceiling groaned and creaked.

The first, second, and third periods in the afternoon were all comprehensive science subjects. The class content was to finish discussing the test paper from yesterday. Students were incredibly drowsy, their heads drooping.

The wind picked up outside the classroom, making the curtains dance wildly.

Jiang Nian also rested his head on his hand, his thoughts drifting to the horizon. The three comprehensive science teachers all knew he was going to be promoted, so they simply turned a blind eye.

Approaching afternoon dismissal, there was a half-hour self-study session.

It was usually a rotation of self-study and listening practice. Coincidentally, today was Tuesday, so it was English listening. The listening test sound came from the broadcast, and the classroom was filled with the rustling of turning pages.

“Jiang Nian, lend me your listening answers later to copy.”

“Uh, okay.”

Actually, he didn’t want to do listening at all, but to maintain his image and stand his last post, he reluctantly opened his listening book, looking at the questions with an unwilling expression.

The evening glow from outside the window pierced into the classroom, casting a layer of light on all the students hunched over their desks looking at questions. Thanks to the sunset glow, even the book pages were yellow.

That’s how it was in the third year of high school: look down, and it’s a sea of questions; look up, and it’s the homeroom teacher.

“Hmm? Homeroom teacher!!”

The homeroom teacher paused in front of his seat and said, “Come to the office for a moment, I have something to discuss with you.”

Jiang Nian’s heart settled slightly, secretly thinking it must be a conversation related to class promotion. So he calmly got up, left his seat, and followed him out of the classroom.

After he left, whispers broke out around his seat.

“Old Ban found Jiang Nian. Is he going to be promoted?”

“Probably. If he scored over 570 and wasn’t promoted, I’d have Ascended to heaven.”

“How did he study during the summer? How is he so amazing? Damn, how is his brain wired to remember so much stuff?”

Zhou Yuting listened, her heart irritated, her knuckles gripping the pen faintly white. She wanted to shout for them to shut up but held back.

In front of others, she couldn’t show any reaction, otherwise, she would truly lose face.

What would the homeroom teacher say to Jiang Nian? He would probably talk to her too. Thinking this, Zhou Yuting couldn’t help but zone out, only snapping back to reality after most of the listening had passed.

She swallowed, if only one person was destined to be promoted, she wasn’t entirely without a chance.

As long as…

Office.

The homeroom teacher was talking to Jiang Nian, first confirming his desire for class promotion.

“Class promotion doesn’t mean improved grades. Changes in environment, interpersonal relationships, study pace, and the teacher’s emphasis in lecturing can all affect grades.”

“Staying in this class also doesn’t mean grades can’t improve. Our subject teachers all have master’s degrees. They have many years of teaching experience, and they also have experience with top students. *Cough cough*.”

“Teaching according to students’ aptitude, that’s what’s commonly known as… giving special tutoring.”

Saying all this, he still can’t bear to part with me.

Abba abba.

Sorry, I’m definitely getting promoted to this class; even Jesus won’t stop me.

The homeroom teacher talked a lot, his throat dry, so he picked up his goji berry thermos and took a sip.

“So, what have you decided?”

“Hmm.” Jiang Nian nodded, and as the homeroom teacher’s face lit up with joy, he spoke, “Can I choose my class for promotion, or is it randomly assigned?”

The homeroom teacher’s smile froze, devoid of joy or sorrow for the rest of his life.

You little rascal. You’re truly unyielding!

“Since you’ve decided, then *cough cough*.” The homeroom teacher cleared his throat. Since he couldn’t keep him, there was nothing to do. “They’re all assigned. Do you have a preference?”

“Can it be manipulated?” Jiang Nian, of course, wanted to go to Xu Qianqian’s class more.

“Theoretically, yes, but in practice…” The homeroom teacher drank water, not speaking. “The grade director has more sway; I have little influence.”

Damn it, playing hard to get, huh?

During the short dismissal time in the afternoon, Xu Qianqian returned from eating in the cafeteria and sought out Jiang Nian.

The teaching building was lit up, and the two leaned against the corridor railing, chatting.

“Yunyun said you scored 573?” Xu Qianqian turned her head, her hair tied in a small bun. “Did you ask the homeroom teacher which class you’re going to be promoted to?”

“I don’t know. If I can choose, I’ll go to your class.” Jiang Nian leaned lazily on the railing, the evening clouds heavy in front of him. “If I can’t choose, it’s up to fate.”

“Choose… our class?” Xu Qianqian was startled. “Why?”

Jiang Nian glanced at her and said casually.

“Isn’t it good to be closer to you?”

Xu Qianqian’s face instantly flushed upon hearing this. Fortunately, the twilight concealed it for her, making it not obvious. Her whisper, like that of a fine mosquito, passed through the night wind, just loud enough for only the two of them to hear.

“Don’t come, I dislike it.”

“Tsk.”

During the second evening self-study session, Zhou Yuting was also called out by the homeroom teacher.

Jiang Nian looked up at the doorway when he heard the sound, and Zhou Yuting happened to look back. Across more than half the classroom, their gazes met in the air.

It was cold and distant, making Zhou Yuting’s heart skip a beat.

In the corridor, she couldn’t help but recall a saying circulating in the class: Jiang Nian was stimulated during the summer vacation and buried himself in books for two months at home, which is why he became like this now.

Zhou Yuting felt no guilt, only annoyance. She needed Jiang Nian to voluntarily give up the promotion.

In the brightly lit office, the homeroom teacher reiterated what he had said in the afternoon.

“With your current grades, getting promoted is actually very difficult. Even if you just barely make it, the atmosphere of the Olympiad class might not suit you.”

“Moreover, the current class, in principle, only has one promotion spot. Jiang Nian scored forty points higher than you, and he already confirmed this afternoon that he wants to be promoted.”

“So, you should understand.”

“Mm-hmm, what if Jiang Nian voluntarily gives up?” Zhou Yuting asked.

The homeroom teacher was immediately speechless. “You’ll have to ask the person involved about that. I don’t recommend either of you to be promoted. A new group environment takes time to adapt to.”

“I understand, Teacher.” Zhou Yuting stood up and said, “I’ll figure it out myself. Thank you, Teacher.”

Homeroom Teacher: “???”