215: An Unfaithful Lover

An Unfaithful Lover

Sheng Yang ignored her. At this time, Ms. Yuan swooped over with excitement and grabbed Sheng Yang's hand. "Sheng Yang, would you like to transfer from a science class to a liberal arts class?"0

She was indeed a genius! If Sheng Yang was transferred to a liberal arts class, she would definitely be able to win the provincial championship.

She had already won the provincial championship in science. She should have a try with the liberal arts!

Li Mei gaped in shock.

What the hell? Isn't Sheng Yang a science student? Why should she be transferred to a liberal arts class?

Chen Lan finally picked up a treasure, which could help her career skyrocket. How could she let Sheng Yang go?

Mr. Zheng walked over with a mixed expression, put his hand on Li Mei's shoulder, and patted her gently. "Ms. Li, I'm not blaming you, but I could've had a chance to be Sheng Yang's teacher, but because of you… alas…"

Mr. Zheng thought of himself as a very open-minded person, but at this moment he couldn't help but blame Li Mei.

She was always so selective about her students, but in the end, she was taught a good lesson herself.

Li Mei was confused, not understanding his meaning.

Sheng Yang looked at Ms. Yuan. "Sorry, I don't have plans for that yet. I think I prefer science."

"Then why did you agree to do the liberal arts test papers?" Ms. Yuan looked at Sheng Yang with a bitter gaze as if looking at an unfaithful lover.

Sheng Yang shrugged. "I just like to do tests."

"…" The teachers were unanimously silent.

This was exactly their favorite type of student!

Unfortunately, she wasn't their student.

And she wasn't even a liberal arts student.

Before Sheng Yang left, Ms. Yuan still yelled behind her: "Would you like to give it a second thought? The liberal arts class door is always open for you. Anytime."

She was so desperate to poach this genius student.

Even Li Mei felt ashamed for her. "Leader Yuan, she's just a student. Do you have to be so dramatic?"

Ms. Yuan gave her a sidelong glance. "It's a pity the principal wanted to put her in your class in the first place. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't have let this chance pass me by."

"… Ms. Yuan, what are you talking about? A student is a student. How could you beg her like this?"

Ms. Yuan didn't bother to argue with her. She returned to her seat, picked up Sheng Yang's test papers and carefully showed them to Li Mei. "Take a look."

She cherished these papers very much. She decided she would copy them and distribute a copy to each liberal arts student.

When Li Mei saw the scores, she gasped in shock.

So there was really such a genius in this world?

Like a fire, remorse almost burned her heart to ash.

Ms. Yuan's anxious voice rang out in her ears: "Hey, Ms. Li, don't hold the test paper too tightly. Do you hear me? Li Mei! Li Mei!"

But Li Mei seemed to fall into a trance, not hearing her at all.

**

Sheng Yang returned to her class with a cold look, depressed.

She got a score of 140 in Chinese. Five points were deducted from composition which encompassed reading comprehension, emphasizing a lack of empathy.

This was absolutely unacceptable in the eyes of a perfectionist like her.

Empathy had become a big problem for her.

She wondered if she needed to do something else aside from reading and doing questions.

Ou Ye and Fang Duo were goofing off, but when they saw Sheng Yang returning with a melancholy look, they immediately stopped laughing and stared at her.

Did Yangyang (my idol) fail the liberal arts exam?

In fact, it's not a big deal. After all, she's a science student.

That was equivalent to comparing her disadvantages with others' advantages.

No matter how good Yangyang (my idol) is, she's not a liberal arts student.

Fang Duo approached Sheng Yang and comforted her. "Yangyang, you already did pretty well. If I took a liberal arts exam, I might get zero in every subject except for geography."

"Yes." Ou Ye wiped his nose. "I might do even worse than Fang Duo because I'm used to science, so you already did great!"

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