Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots

80: 080 Special Agent Siblings 80: 080 Special Agent Siblings Tang Tianjiao bit her teeth in frustration and couldn’t hold back, turning around and saying, “Teacher Zhao, we’ve paid for our meals too, so why don’t we deserve to eat?”

Zhao Yuhuan raised her chin haughtily.

“The same food, when eaten by good students, helps them memorize 20 words, but when you eat it, you can’t even memorize one word.

Tell me, isn’t that a waste?”

Zou Wu was absolutely furious.

But their grades were indeed a lot worse than the class Zhao Yuhuan taught.

In every test, be it big or small, they were always at the bottom.

They just couldn’t hold their heads up high.

Even Yang the Emperor, clutching his chopsticks tightly, could only say with equal measures of humility and pride, “Teacher Zhao!

Don’t go too far!

Besides helping with studies, food has other purposes after being eaten!”

Zhao Yuhuan only responded with continual cold laughter.

Xia Ye’s eyes gradually narrowed…

Were their class grades…

really that poor?

When Tian Hanwen had let her choose which class to join, she really thought that any class would do.

But now it seemed…

She was, after all, the symbol of wisdom from Ear Mountain…

**

After finishing a delicious meal, the three of them returned to the classroom and heard the students discussing the upcoming Monday assessment of the entire text of “Leisure and Fun Record.”

To gauge the progress of the students more directly, the entire senior year three would be having a dictation of “Leisure and Fun Record” on the following Monday.

Although it wouldn’t be graded, this was still the first uniform minor test before the mock exams for the second semester of their senior year.

A student, holding the textbook and scratching his head as he read, said, “The fresh air is born as the pleasant sounds arise, and the delicate song solidifies as the white clouds are halted.

The green bamboo of the Sui Garden…

this is extremely difficult to memorize, what on earth is this even talking about?”

“The annotations below are even harder to understand than the text itself.

Oh well, forget it.

Our class always ranks last anyway; Brother Yang must be used to it by now and won’t blame us.”

In the midst of the students’ despondent complaints, suddenly, a clear, remarkable voice began to flow: “Stringed instruments, delicate songs…”

Tang Tianjiao looked up at the ceiling, thinking the voice came from above.

It was so close to her.

But then she realized that this was actually coming from the mouth of her deskmate!

Xia Ye held a pen between her fingers, applying just enough pressure to make it seem alive as it elegantly twirled from front to back and then circled around again.

“…Fine wines, exquisite writings,” she continued.

“The few lines you just quoted are describing these eight words.”

Zou Wu, having just been provoked by Zhao Yuhuan, was still quite spirited and compared the ancient text to what Xia Ye had said.

“Stringed instruments, delicate songs, fine wines, exquisite writings…

Hey, it really is in this order!

Xia, your summary is much simpler than the explanations in the textbook.

Why don’t you explain the other sentences to us, too?

Maybe this time our class can strive for second-to-last to avoid Zhao Yuhuan’s constant disdain!”

The fact that Zhao Yuhuan looked down on Class 19 was well known to them, and Zou Wu’s words stirred some resentment in the class.

Xia Ye opened the textbook, indicating her agreement.

In no time, the students gathered around her.

Even the little girls who had wanted an opportunity to speak with Xia Ye found their chance.

No matter how difficult the sentences were, after Xia Ye’s analysis, they not only easily understood them, but they could even feel the mood of the author when he wrote them.

Later on, more and more students gathered around Xia Ye.

Other classes passing by their back door thought they must have sneaked a gaming console into the classroom.

They would never have imagined that Class 19’s students were studying ancient texts!

Tang Tianjiao’s admiration for Xia Ye couldn’t be more obvious, and she even decided to not only memorize the text but also to write it down and hang it in their Swordsmanship Hall as the essence of the dojo!

Back in kindergarten, she only knew Xia Ye was skilled in combat; who would have thought she was so cultured too?

However, she had heard that her deskmate only scored 100 out of 400 points on the basic entrance exam…

Xia Ye seemed to notice her confusion and clarified in three words: “I’m partial.”

Tang Tianjiao suddenly understood.

As class time nearly approached, the students still hadn’t had enough.

A group of ‘little blockheads’ who hadn’t quite caught on to studying, experienced the infectious power of literature for the first time.

Tang Tianjiao protectively stood in front of Xia Ye, “Break it up, break it up, can’t you see my brother Xia’s throat is smoking from talking!”

She was afraid her precious deskmate would be worn out.

“Aw, I was just getting into it.”

“We’ve only covered one third?”

Xia Ye closed the textbook, “Continue at noon tomorrow?”

“That’s awesome!

Brother Xia, I’ll get your lunch for you tomorrow!”

“As a straight guy, do you even know what he likes to eat?

Xia classmate, let me get it for you, I know, you love chicken legs the most!”

Zou Wu was thoroughly impressed, at that moment, he felt the kick he received on the first day Xia Ye arrived had not been in vain, “Learning the same things, just look at brother Xia’s comprehension ability, he has thoroughly understood the article, it’s as if he wrote it himself!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

“That’s just amazing!”

Xia Ye’s eye twitched.

Kind of amazing, kind of amazing.

Because originally…

it was written by her, anyway…

**

During the remaining days of the week, there were only two Chinese language classes.

Yet every time Emperor Yang came to teach, he felt like he’d entered the wrong classroom.

Before, he thought all the students sitting below the podium were his little adversaries.

Now, it was almost as if he was seeking kindred spirits in a high and lofty place.

Even the questions asked seemed more targeted than before.

The other teachers all asked him how he had managed to motivate the students.

Emperor Yang wasn’t unwilling to tell them.

The key point…

he didn’t know either!

Finally, the weekend arrived.

Big sister Tang Tianjiao gave her word, instructing everyone to go back and recite thoroughly.

When she spoke, no one dared not to listen.

Xia Ye felt like she had been hollowed out and swore that after getting drunk, she would never casually write anything again.

A pit she dug two thousand years ago, had to be filled by herself two thousand years later.

Early in the morning, the Xia Family kitchen was still preparing breakfast, Xia Ye went to the fridge to grab a soda, only to see Xia Xing sneaking out, ready to leave.

He wore a set of black distressed denim with a white T-shirt underneath, his neck adorned with a couple of trendy metal chains, also sporting a fisherman’s hat to cover his face.

But even if his handsome face was covered, his star aura couldn’t be concealed.

Xia Xing didn’t take his own car, seeming to avoid drawing too much attention.

When he left, he specifically swapped vehicles with Wang Dahai.

Putting on sunglasses and fastening his seatbelt, just as he was about to drive off, a small figure ‘swooshed’ into the passenger seat.

“Little Tiangao?” Xia Xing was taken aback, “How come you…”

Xia Ye somehow procured a pair of sunglasses and a fisherman’s hat to match her second brother’s, a mysterious smile playing on her lips, “Bro, are you going to stalk your ex-girlfriend?

I want to go too~”