Chapter 119: Willing to Fall from Heaven for You 4

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God's Guardian QQ Group:
Looking for a Fight: Hahahaha~~ My god, Raphael, what is wrong with you??? You actually got a 32 on your Chinese exam??? Haha, I'm dying of laughter.
Starlight Emerald: A guy who only got a 50 on his Chinese exam has no right to laugh at me!
Flower of the Village: Exactly, what right does a guy who got a 50 have to laugh? I haven't even started laughing yet.
Flower of the Village: Hahahahahaha, I'm going to laugh myself crazy.
Flower of the Village: You guys are really a disgrace to our Heaven, only getting 30 or 50 points, haha!!!
Looking for a Fight: What right do you have to laugh when you only got 59???
Starlight Emerald: That’s right, you only got 9 points more than me.
Flower of the Village: Don't underestimate those 9 points. The head teacher said that in the army of college entrance examinees, a single point creates an infinite gap. Nine points is the distance of heaven and hell between you and me.
Looking for a Fight: Haniyah, do you want to fight???
Starlight Emerald: Yes, he does.
Flower of the Village: No, I don't.
Flower of the Village: Why isn't Michael showing up? How much did he get?
Starlight Emerald: Don't know. He hid himself right after setting up his identity. I don't even know which one he is now.
Looking for a Fight: You guys are using the wrong terminology. Michael is currently in a female incarnation; you should use "she" instead of "he."
Flower of the Village: The language system of the Middle Kingdom is truly hard to learn.
Starlight Emerald: Seriously. Everything looks round and square, but if you miss one stroke, you can't use it.
Flower of the Village: Why did that little angel reincarnate in this country?
Domesticated Cutie: You guys who failed the exam, why aren't you going to study hard and improve every day?
Flower of the Village: Did you pass?
Starlight Emerald: Did you pass???
Looking for a Fight: Did you pass????
Domesticated Cutie: I passed, of course. Chinese is pretty simple.
The Trio: ...

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Friendship ended.
Le Yixian put down her phone, laughing heartily.
It seems that even for archangels, learning the language of the Middle Kingdom is no easy task.
The diagnostic exams were over.
Mr. Liu, the head teacher of Class 4, Grade 10, looked at the rankings of some students in his class with regret and heartache. Ah, what is going on? How can there be such extreme partiality in subjects?
The test papers were distributed one after another.
An Mila looked enviously at Le Yixian, who had scored full marks on every subject, and whispered to her: "Xiao Xian, can you teach me English?"
Le Yixian looked at the bright red "9" written on the test paper in her hand, once again doubting the possibility of her being the female lead.
This English score is just too terrible.
"Cough, this time for the diagnostic exam, the first and second place in the entire grade are in our class. The teacher is very happy. Those who didn't do well don't need to worry; just continue to work hard next time." Mr. Liu passionately poured chicken soup for the soul from the podium: "You know, failure is the mother of success. Without experiencing failure, we wouldn't succeed..."
The Chinese class was taught by Mr. Liu. He specifically singled out the two "blades of grass" in the class, telling them to keep working hard and strive to reach 40 points in the next exam.
Both blades of grass nodded expressionlessly.
Next was the assignment of class officers. When she heard Mr. Liu call her name to be the class monitor, Le Yixian blinked and raised her hand: "Teacher, can you let me be the study commissioner? I want to struggle and work hard together with my classmates in the ocean of knowledge."
Hearing her words, Mr. Liu was instantly moved to tears: "Student Le's idea is excellent. Then you will be the study commissioner. As for class monitor, Student Huang Ze, you take it."
Huang Ze, a boy with an ordinary appearance, black-rimmed glasses, and very few words in class, heard Mr. Liu and said timidly: "Teacher, I'm afraid it will affect my studies. Can you choose someone else!"
Mr. Liu: "..."
Fine, pick someone else.
With all class officers assigned, the first period ended.
The second period was English. The teacher, Ms. Li, was especially happy, since after all, only five students in the entire grade were from her class and they had all scored full marks. It was really great.
However, An Mila, who only scored 9 in English, also received her special attention.
After all, this was the student who single-handedly dragged the class's overall English average down by two points.
After class, she chatted with An Mila: "Student Mila, your Chinese and math scores are quite good. If you work a little harder on English, you could get into Tsinghua or Peking University."
"O-okay, teacher, I will work hard." An Mila nodded.
Ms. Li patted her head and said gently: "Yes, keep it up. If you have any questions you don't understand, you can ask the subject representative."

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Subject representative? An Mila blinked. An Zihui, huh!
Ms. Li saw her expression and smiled: "Go back to class first. I'll take a look at your situation and help you draft a study plan."
An Mila, who had never felt such care from an English teacher, was very moved. She returned to the classroom, sat down, clenched her hands into fists, and said to her desk mate: "Xiao Xian, I must learn English well."
Looking at her desk mate, who seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, Le Yixian nodded: "Mm, go for it."
"Please teach me!" An Mila looked at her.
"Alright!"
Two days later, Le Yixian wanted to give up. She handed an English dictionary to her hopeless desk mate and said: "Just memorize the words first."
This girl, the only reason she was bad at English was because she hadn't memorized a single English word.
Looking at the thick English-Chinese dictionary, An Mila wanted to cry.
On the fifth day of school, the "halo" of An Mila, who was suspected to be the female lead of this world, finally activated.
Head teacher Mr. Liu found the three "partial-subject giants"—Lin Xuan, An Zihui, and An Mila—and brought them to the office for a heart-to-heart talk.
Le Yixian glanced around the classroom, picked up her Chinese textbook, and drew a circle on it with her fair index finger. A scrap of paper was blown up by the breeze and stuck to An Mila’s pant leg. The latter didn't notice and followed Mr. Liu into the office with a solemn face.
"Sit down," Mr. Liu took a sip of his middle-aged health-preserving goji berry tea and pointed to the chairs nearby, signaling them to pull them over.
After the three sat down, Mr. Liu smiled and said: "I'm just looking to have a simple chat with you all today!"
The three of them didn't speak, but Mr. Liu didn't mind. He asked them daily questions like whether they were studying well after entering the tenth grade, if the food in the school cafeteria was good, and so on. All three answered one by one.
Mr. Liu looked at the three relatively well-behaved students and nodded: "I heard from other teachers that you are all quite serious in class, but, you have some partiality in your subjects!"
Le Yixian, who was eavesdropping, twitched the corner of her mouth. *Some* partiality??
To put it in the words of a Middle Kingdom internet meme: the Chinese teacher spoils me to the heavens, while the English teacher wants to strangle me.
Mr. Liu continued: "I've seen your grades. There is some partiality. I've been thinking about it and plan to set up a mutual aid group. How about you three help each other and make progress together??"