How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 59 - Dear_1
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Li Qiao didn’t understand why people were behaving so furtively.
What were they up to?
Were they speaking ill of her and Han Ting?
She mustn’t let them catch her off guard!
Li Qiao returned to the classroom and took out the thick notebook with a black leather cover that Han Ting had brought for her.
The educated youths pooled their money to buy it for her.
They wanted to particularly thank her for looking after their studies recently.
She couldn’t refuse, so she accepted it.
She wondered what to use it for.
A diary?
It didn’t have a lock; she worried that someone might see her private thoughts.
In the end, she decided to use it for math problems.
Math required a lot of calculations and used up notebooks quickly; it was the perfect use for it.
Fearing it might be stolen, she wrote her name on the side of the notebook.
Hu Xiufang exclaimed, “How much did your notebook cost?
It looks really nice.”
“Someone gave it to me.”
Her words fell into the ears of Liu Lanlan, who was sitting in the back row, amounting to an admission of her interactions with the educated youths.
Hu Xiufang said enviously, “Who gave it to you?
This notebook doesn’t look cheap.”
“The educated youths from our village.
I’d been lending them my notes to copy for a while, and a while ago I asked my boyfriend to send them some test papers.
They pooled together and gave me this notebook,” replied Li Qiao.
She also thought it looked expensive; maybe it cost five or six dimes?
One yuan?
She dared not guess any higher.
But no matter the price, their gesture was priceless to her.
After the start-of-class bell rang,
Li Qiao stopped talking and put away her notebook.
The first class was English, and the teacher called out names to distribute test papers.
She started with those who had failed, moving towards the higher scores gradually.
When she read out that Li Jinhua scored 89, the surrounding students gasped in surprise.
Li Jinhua, flashing a big smile, walked up to the front to collect her paper, strutting like she was receiving an award.
A male student scored 95, and finally it was Li Qiao’s turn with a perfect score of 100.
The students sitting around her wanted to see her test paper.
The teacher tapped on the desk to signal for quiet.
“Li Qiao’s performance in this English test surprised me; I didn’t expect someone as quiet as she is to do so well.
She said she could get a full score even with her feet, so I made up another paper overnight.
Others will correct theirs; you go to my office and do it,” the teacher said sternly.
Li Qiao understood what the teacher meant; she still doubted her score.
“I’ll just do it outside in the corridor,” she said, grabbing a pen and cardboard before heading out.
The English teacher had lectured for less than ten minutes when she called out, “I’m finished.”
“Already?
Leave it here,” said the teacher, glancing at the paper before resuming the lesson.
When she finished going over the distributed papers, the teacher finally started correcting the one Li Qiao had handed in.
As the red ticks fell, one by one, her smile grew broader.
Li Qiao, resting her head on her hands, hadn’t noticed the teacher’s changing expression.
It wasn’t until the test paper was handed to her that she looked up.
“Li Qiao, I underestimated you.
You have a solid foundation.
Try to speak up more in class,” the English teacher said with a complete change of tone, full of smiles.
Caught by surprise by the teacher’s sudden shift in demeanor, Li Qiao paused for a moment before responding obediently, “Yes.”
The nearby students began whispering to each other, discussing in private:
“The English teacher made a special paper for Li Qiao to do.
Is that giving her an unfair advantage?”
“How could it not be?
How does she study to be able to score 100?
Even Hu Xiufang, who’s bound for university, only scored 85.”
“It’s with the male youths from the village.
I heard it from her sister this morning.”
“Male youths?
Will the loser be green with envy?”
“…”
Hu Xiufang gave a thumbs-up.
“You’re really good.
I only got 85, but you score a hundred on every test.
I should learn from you.”
Li Qiao offered advice, “Read more in the morning, do more exercises.”
“Why don’t you read then?”
“Because I know it already and don’t feel like reading.”
Hu Xiufang: “….” Aren’t you afraid of being resented for saying that?
The following classes were also about going over test papers.
Li Qiao almost always got full marks.
Only one point was deducted in Chinese and Physics.
Biology and politics each deducted two points.
Just as she had estimated, her total score was above 680.
This caused a sensation within the class and even the entire grade.
Teachers from all subjects said that if Li Qiao kept up this score, universities in Beijing would come begging her to attend.
Li Qiao’s name became the talk of classmates during their leisure time.
Everyone wanted to study with her and make progress together.
Many who publicly looked down on Li Qiao changed their disdainful attitudes, passing notes to apologize and ask for forgiveness.
Li Qiao mercilessly threw them away on the spot.
She wouldn’t accept an apology from anyone who had hurt her.
She would never forget the saying, “The child of a loser is a little loser.”
This offended many people, who accused her of being arrogant after scoring high and lacking manners.
Li Qiao calmly retorted, “Do you have manners?
When was that?
When you were belittling me?
When you said my boyfriend was a loser with no prospects?
Or when you said I would give birth to little losers in the future?”
Everyone fell silent.
Li Qiao snorted coldly.
Hu Xiufang whispered, “That was a satisfying clapback!”
…
“With your sister scoring so high, you won’t do bad in the future either,” Zhao Li said enviously.
But to Li Jinhua, this felt particularly unpleasant.
Although she was on bad terms with Li Qiao, as long as their father was there, Li Qiao couldn’t do anything to her, and she could even make Li Qiao tutor her.
But brains were different.
She looked at her own total score, not even reaching 450, a score that barely qualified for community college.
She couldn’t help but narrow her eyes at Li Qiao.
Really wanted to ask Li Qiao, “What kind of cheats are you using?”
Hu Xiufang scored only 539, which was normal performance.
According to your past foundation, scoring a few points lower than Xiufang would be normal, and if higher, it shouldn’t exceed by more than ten points.
How could you possibly jump to almost perfect scores?
It was simply a miracle!
…
On Saturday morning, a general meeting of all teachers and students of the twelfth grade was held.
The grade director talked about discipline and school rules.
Criticism was given to students who often caused trouble, and finally, Li Qiao, the top of the grade, was invited on stage to speak and share her methods of improvement.
Li Qiao had prepared her speech in advance and read through it once.
She humbly said in conclusion, “It’s just one exam, not enough to be considered outstanding.
I am flattered to speak here and my speech may not have been the best, please forgive me.
Those who didn’t do well shouldn’t be discouraged, just keep trying.
The universe is yet to be determined, all of us are dark horses.
If the universe is set, then we will change the universe.
Each of us has unlimited potential for the future.”
As the words ended, everyone enthusiastically burst into applause.
Next up was the awarding of pork to the top three students in the grade.
Li Qiao and Hu Xiufang both received pork, and Li Qiao also got an additional red envelope with two yuan in it.
The other students’ eyes turned red with envy.
Knowledge really could turn into money.
Li Jinhua, looking at the red and white meat, couldn’t help but swallow her saliva, conflicted between wanting Li Qiao to bring two pounds back home and not wanting to rely on her.
After packing up, Li Qiao, carrying the pork and under the envious gazes of her classmates, walked out of the campus.
She caught sight of Qin Jin at the entrance of the alleyway, waved at him, and deliberately raised her voice, “Darling!”
The people around were drawn by her loud voice.
They didn’t catch what she shouted.
They only saw a handsome, tall young man, around eighteen or nineteen, looking over with his hands in his pockets.
Li Jinhua couldn’t believe it, Darling?
Had Li Qiao ever called Hechuan Darling in their two or three decades together?
She certainly hadn’t heard it.
Qin Jin: “….” What?
Darling?
Was she calling him?
Was he dreaming?
Seeing him standing there dumbfounded, Li Qiao had no choice but to carry her bags across the street.
Qin Jin snapped out of it and hurried over in three strides to take the bags from her hand.
“What did you just call me?”
“Darling!,” Li Qiao repeated clearly.
Qin Jin’s smile widened, “Aren’t you afraid of your classmates talking about you?”
