Chapter 48: Class One Truly Lives Up to Its Reputation—Even Courting Death, They Run Headlong Into It

Chapter 48: Class 1 is truly Class 1, even rushing to court death

The two walked over to Qin Fang and the others.

"Lu Yang, why didn't you go home after the exam?" Lu Chenzhou rested his hand casually on Lu Yang's shoulder. He was a full head taller than Lu Yang, steering him toward the escalator landing.

Gu Mang and the others walked behind them.

Lu Yang was quite afraid of Lu Chenzhou; after all, even his own father held Lu Chenzhou in exceptionally high regard.

He obediently answered, "I came out with Gu Mang to buy some food."

Lu Chenzhou smiled, a wicked and unruly curve touching his lips. He suddenly leaned in closer, lowering his voice into a deep growl, "Keep your distance from Gu Mang from now on."

"Why?" Lu Yang asked, completely bewildered.

Lu Chenzhou's pitch-black eyes stared right at him, his voice chillingly cold. "What, you won't even listen to me?"

The hair on the back of Lu Yang's neck stood on end, and he stammered, "But Gu Mang and I are deskmates."

Lu Chenzhou frowned, suddenly looking Lu Yang up and down. His gaze grew increasingly disdainful.

Lu Yang looked back with trembling apprehension, his scalp tingling under that intense scrutiny.

Then, Lu Chenzhou went back on his words. "Forget it. Just pretend I didn't say anything."

He lifted his arm from Lu Yang's shoulder and shoved his hand back into his pocket.

Lu Yang's expression instantly turned immensely complicated. Why did Third Brother's look just then seem like he was gazing at a weakling?

...

Squinting as he watched Gu Mang and Lu Yang board the bus, Lu Chenzhou took a sip of the milk tea he had just bought.

So sweet.

He lowered his gaze to peer at the milk tea in his hand, the corners of his mouth curving up with casual indifference.

Qin Fang and He Yidu exchanged glances, their eyes filled with identical astonishment and complexity.

They had been keeping people on watch for Gu Mang's whereabouts. The moment they heard she had arrived at Starlight Plaza, Brother Chen had rushed right over.

...

Back at the school.

Gu Mang placed the three portions of milk tea and a slice of strawberry mille-feuille on Meng Jingyang's desk.

Shen Huan said, "Jingyang went to the restroom."

Gu Mang nodded.

When she walked over to her seat, Fatty was already turned around, chatting with Lu Yang.

The girl straddled her chair and sat down, her posture utterly bossy and unrestrained.

Seeing her return, Lu Yang lowered his voice and said indignantly, "Sister Mang, Fatty says the senior high department started grading papers tonight! The entire student council is helping out, and they're saying the results will be out tomorrow morning!"

According to their usual grading speed, results wouldn't be out until Thursday or Friday at the earliest.

That old witch was truly vicious, not even giving Class 2 a single day of peace!

Now they were completely doomed, and they'd make complete fools of themselves!

Thinking of Class 2's dismal historical average hovering around two hundred points, and comparing it to Class 1's astronomical average of over six hundred points, he was truly burning with anxiety.

When it all came down to it, he was the one who had brought this upon them.

Gu Mang was currently flipping through her English textbook, letting out a nonchalant "Mhm."

Watching her unbothered and lukewarm attitude, Lu Yang anxiously frowned. "Sister Mang! Did you hear what I just said? Tomorrow! The results come out tomorrow!"

"I heard it." Gu Mang's voice was bland. She lifted her gaze, the corners of her lips curling into a wicked arc. "Class 1 is truly Class 1, even rushing to court death."

Lu Yang's mouth twitched. "Sister Mang, did you say that backwards?"

Fatty also looked at Gu Mang with a pathetic expression. "Sister Mang, I'm starting to feel a bit ashamed, like I won't be able to lift my head in the future."

Gu Mang raised the corners of her lips with profound meaning, her breathtakingly gorgeous face radiating arrogance and wildness.

She languidly propped her chin with one hand, casually gripping her cup with the other as she took a sip of milk tea.

Her profile was striking yet dangerous.

The upward slant of her eyes broke through with a deeply ingrained rebelliousness.

A sudden, daring thought sprouted in Lu Yang's mind. Could it be that she wasn't a bad student at all, but a hidden genius?!