Chapter 120: Falling from Heaven for You 5

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An Mila glanced from side to side. An Zihui nodded gently. “I have no problem with it.”

Lin Xuan, however, looked impatient. “Teacher, our language studies can still be salvaged. I think her English is beyond saving.”

An Mila was furious. “What do you mean? How much better can you be than someone who scored sixteen points in language studies?”

“At least I can get full marks in English. Can you get full marks in language studies?” Lin Xuan folded his arms and looked at her.

An Mila: “…”

Honestly, she could not. It was terribly difficult to get full marks on a language-arts essay.

“So, I think I’m at least a little better than an idiot like you,” Lin Xuan said mockingly. “You can’t even speak such a simple language.”

An Mila: “…”

She was so enraged that she suddenly burst out laughing. “I’m still better than someone who pronounced ‘said’ as ‘sun’ in language class yesterday!”

Lin Xuan: “…”

Seeing that the two of them were about to start arguing, Teacher Liu hurriedly intervened. “All right, stop fighting. If you’re unwilling, that’s fine too. Mila and Zihui can form a group.”

“Fine, Teacher. At least I won’t have to be with this annoying guy.” An Mila nodded.

The moment Lin Xuan heard that, he jumped up. “No! I want to join the group!”

Teacher Liu: “?”

“Don’t. If you join the study group, I won’t be able to teach you.” An Mila pouted.

“Hmph. Since when was it up to you? Didn’t you hear the teacher say this group was created for the three of us, who are all seriously weak in different subjects?” Lin Xuan sneered.

Teacher Liu hurriedly tried to smooth things over again. “Wanting to study is a good thing. Study together and improve together!”

“You’re all classmates in the same class. Classmates should be united, friendly, and willing to help one another. When I was your age, I was also young and spirited, and I argued with my classmates from time to time. But when it came to studying, we put aside our prejudices and worked together to improve. In the end, one of my classmates, who had originally failed his examinations, finally passed and was admitted to university with my help…”

Teacher Liu began feeding the three of them a steaming bowl of inspirational platitudes. Le Yixian, who had been eavesdropping, curved her lips into a faint smile and cut off the signal.

By the time An Mila and the other two returned, the twenty-minute extended break had already ended.

All three wore listless expressions. Clearly, they had yet to recover from Teacher Liu’s inspirational sermon.

And so, the three-person study group was officially formed.

When the other girls learned that An Mila had formed a study group with the two most handsome boys in the class, they were consumed by envy and jealousy. One after another, they went to Teacher Liu and announced that they wanted to join as well.

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Teacher Liu took a look and saw that several of them really did have poor mathematics grades. After asking An Zihui, she agreed to let them join.

As a result, within a few days, the girls were crying and begging to quit.

Teacher Liu was utterly baffled. When she asked why, the girls stammered and mumbled out one excuse after another.

Seeing that they truly did not want to remain in the study group, Teacher Liu agreed to let them withdraw.

Le Yixian, who had watched the entire process from the sidelines, laughed until she could hardly stop.

Raphael was thoroughly sinister. He had agreed to tutor the girls in mathematics, but every day he did nothing except recite formulas at them and make them solve mathematics problems. Whenever one of them tried to speak, he would immediately stuff an advanced mathematics workbook into her hands.

When it came to mathematics, even with the two handsome boys accompanying them, the girls withdrew at once.

The girls who had quit the study group became terrified whenever they saw the two boys approaching. They would flee in a flash, afraid that merely getting too close would mean having to memorize mathematics formulas again. In their hearts, they cried out:

The most terrifying thing in the world was mathematics.

After driving away most of the girls, Raphael no longer bothered with An Mila, who needed help with English. She and that fellow named Lin Xuan had already locked horns completely—the kind of feud that would end only when one of them was dead.

Today I’ll assign you an essay titled *The Sight of His Back*. Tomorrow I’ll give you an advanced mathematics problem. The day after that, I’ll make you memorize *The Song of Everlasting Sorrow*. And the day after that, you’ll do university-level mathematics for me.

Things were lively indeed. Just as Raphael was happily playing the role of an irresponsible shopkeeper, his QQ messenger received a message from a companion who had been hiding somewhere in the school, unseen.

Home-Reared Cutie: An Mila might be Angel Moon.

Raphael, who had been playing a game, sprang to his feet.

What?!

He replied: Then do you know who Lucifer is?

Home-Reared Cutie: No. Do you have any clues?

Starlight Emerald: No.

Starlight Emerald: But I’ll do my best to raise An Mila’s opinion of me. I can’t let her soul fall into hell.

Home-Reared Cutie: Good luck!

Recently, Le Yixian had been observing everyone in the school. Whenever she had nothing else to do, she wandered around the surrounding area.

She had not found anyone who looked like Ke Yuandao.

One day, she looked into a mirror and saw her own unfamiliar reflection wearing glasses. A thought suddenly occurred to her:

Could her little darling also be in disguise? There were only four people on Heaven’s side, so did that mean her little darling was on the side of Hell?

This was going to be troublesome, she thought silently.

If they got married one day, would she have to live in Hell, or would her little darling come to Heaven? Come to think of it, could a seraph resign?

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Time flew by, and An Mila’s three-person study group continued torturing one another every day.

The students soon faced their first monthly examination of high school.

Yes, Silvercherry Academy had plenty of everything except free time. What it had most of all were examinations.

Not counting the occasional quizzes given by the language, mathematics, and English teachers, the school held monthly examinations every month in addition to the midterms and finals.

The examination rooms were assigned according to ranking. As the top student in the entire grade, Le Yixian sat in the first seat of the first examination room. Behind her sat Huang Ze, the second-ranked student in their class, a boy whose heart belonged entirely to his studies and for whom everything else was meaningless.

Huang Ze sat at his desk with his head lowered, muttering under his breath.

Without even turning around, Le Yixian could hear him reciting the formulas for exponential functions.

The corner of her mouth twitched. She turned to look at him, and when he noticed her gaze, his muttering stopped. He met her eyes with an intensely combative expression and declared in a sonorous voice, “Le Yixian, I will definitely surpass you in this month’s examination.”

Le Yixian: “…”

Huang Ze continued, “Don’t get complacent. I will definitely surpass you.”

No, wait. When had she ever been complacent?

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Le Yixian was trying to figure out which person in the school might be her little darling when her deskmate nudged her and asked, “Have you offended Huang Ze recently?”

“No,” Le Yixian replied. “Why?”

An Mila pointed in a certain direction with the hand holding her pen. “There. Look. He’s glaring at you angrily again.”

Le Yixian followed the direction of her finger and met Huang Ze’s gaze. When he realized that he had been caught watching her, he immediately looked away.

“He’s been watching you these past few days. What did you do to him?” An Mila’s eyes glittered with gossip.

What had she done?

Le Yixian thought for a moment before answering, “Does constantly occupying first place count?”

“For a bookworm like him, probably.” An Mila nodded.

Then she saw her deskmate shoot to her feet with a loud bang, looking extremely agitated. The sudden movement startled her.

“What is it?”

Le Yixian ignored her. All her attention was focused on the voice that had suddenly appeared in her mind.

“Dog Leftover?”

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