Chapter 138: Boy x Bullying x Studying Crazy (17)

Chapter 138: Boy x Bullying x Studying Crazy (17)

Several training institution teachers thought they had hit the jackpot when they took on this job.

From their perspective, a few parents wanted to privately hire them, not only for long-term cooperation but also for customized services.

The tutoring teachers naturally patted their chests and guaranteed results, eager to bypass the middlemen and earn more money by working themselves to the bone.

After all, it’s just standard training for middle and high school students! These were old knowledge points they had taught hundreds of times; they could practically teach this stuff in their sleep!

However, as the diagnostic exam began, these tutoring teachers gradually sensed that something was off.

First of all, these students… didn’t seem typical at all.

Standard students were ordinary kids in uniforms, with expressions that were either numb or obedient, and they could at least do some problems.

But among these eight students, three or four had tattoos, and their hair was dyed in bright reds and greens. They wore flashy chains around their necks.

Even more alarming was that the parents habitually searched them for cigarettes and weapons.

The tutors felt a chill run down their spines.

These kids—clearly, they weren’t the type to come to a tutoring center!

They were all societal thugs!!

Why were the troubled teens being collectively tutored?! What had happened, had the school finally decided to expel them?!

The leading parent, surnamed He, seemed to have taken care of the kids for some time but had been too busy with work in recent years to pay attention.

“Teacher Xiao Wu, just treat yourself as a general practitioner and help us diagnose these kids' learning situations.”

“Yes, yes, don’t worry, we have all the procedures ready.”

Eight test papers were handed in, and the teachers graded them on the spot, their expressions becoming somewhat unnatural.

The eight students knew full well that they hadn’t understood anything. Not only was the English like gibberish, but even the Chinese questions were half-understood. The entire exam was written with a sense of dread.

The parents' expressions gradually shifted from anxious to desperate.

Most of them had still been holding onto the fantasy, hoping that their sons were just temporarily fooling around and hadn’t studied properly.

As long as they got serious, they could improve; as long as they got serious, they could score high!

The teachers had never graded papers this quickly in their lives.

Many sections were left blank, requiring no detailed review.

When the first diagnostic exam scores were recorded, Teacher Xiao Zhu’s eyebrows were twitching uncontrollably.

He had mentally prepared himself to be a doctor, but he hadn’t expected that all eight of his patients would be hopeless cases!

Why was there someone who scored in the teens for Chinese? Teens! At least write an essay!

Is this for real? Are there actually people who can’t even write a basic essay?!

When it came time to announce the scores, Teacher Xiao Zhu struggled to manage his expression.

Before he finished reading the scores, one parent silently pulled out a belt and started whipping their kid, who was now rolling on the floor, pleading for mercy.

"Dad! Dad! I'm sorry, stop hitting me!!"

"I wish I could beat you to death!! What have you been up to all these years?!"

The other teachers immediately rushed over to help break up the fight, while Teacher Xiao Zhu tried to calm the parent down.

"It's not too late to turn things around. We can start from the basics and build from there. There's still hope, there's hope!"

The parent seemed even more devastated than the student: "There's no time, no time!"

"There's a quiz next week, and the monthly exam is in just over twenty days!"

Teacher Xiao Zhu was a bit confused.

Isn't it just a monthly exam? These kids usually don't do well on exams, so why are the parents suddenly so anxious?

Over a dozen parents looked completely lost.

Four or five of these families weren't well-off and actually couldn't afford such expensive small group tutoring fees.

But the settlement agreement had tied all the families to the same fuse; if any of the kids stepped out of line three times, all the families would be dragged down together!

At that moment, everyone looked to the only parent who had attended college, Father He, who clenched his teeth and said, "At this pace, we need to have classes every day from Monday to Sunday, and we need to set daily study schedules, or we're all doomed!"

Several parents who had never attended school nodded frantically, holding the grade improvement sheet in panic.

Once Father He confirmed the requirements, the tutoring teachers immediately helped highlight key points and assisted in creating a study schedule.

They determined everything: what to recite during morning reading time, how to check class notes, and the completion and passing rates of daily assignments.

Not only that, but after school, there was only half an hour for dinner, and they would study here until 10:30 PM before going home, with additional projects like spot checks on key knowledge points.

As the teachers and parents whispered among themselves, the troubled students looked desperate.

Maybe I should just run away from home.

Maybe I should just disappear into another world.

What am I going to do? I'm about to be buried in study hell!!

In less than half an hour, eight study plans for the week were freshly created.

Three high school students, whether in their first or third year, would start from scratch, and five middle school students would do the same.

The tutoring teacher emphasized, "Now that everyone is starting from the same point, you must supervise each other more."

"Tomorrow, the middle school group needs to memorize 'Night Walk at Chengtian Temple,' and the high school group 'Shu Dao Nan.' You must take full notes for all subjects, got it?"

The troubled students looked at each other and responded with silence.

Maybe running away from home would be better.

Grab some food and hit the road, living day by day in another city.

The next morning, all the teachers and students witnessed the involved individuals arriving ten minutes early and starting to read like mad, as if no one else was around.

Everyone was curious but didn't disturb them. When it was time, they joined in for morning reading, each studying their own material.

The chaotic morning reading session flew by, and as soon as the bell rang, several students rushed out to grab breakfast.

At this point, the young thug who had been reading frantically hadn't left his seat, his voice growing louder, filled with deep sorrow.

"Huai Min is also not asleep!"

"Huai Min is also not asleep!!"

As he reached the climax of his reading, tears streamed down his face.

"Which night lacks a moon? Where are there no bamboo and cypress trees? But there are few idle people like the two of us!"

The Chinese language teacher was answering students' questions about ancient texts and took a quick glance at Dong Yuan, who looked quite upset. After confirming that everything was fine, she nonchalantly continued explaining the questions.

The student who was asking questions seemed a bit distracted. "Teacher... Is Dong Yuan... okay?"

"That's why it's important to obey the law," the Chinese teacher said serenely, "and it's also important to study hard."

Another boy didn’t give a second thought to Dong Yuan’s state.

He was happily slurping Yunnan rice noodles in the school cafeteria, living his best life.

Keding had always focused on gradually wearing down his opponents, while his own resources piled up to insane levels.

As for the requirement to drive at least three troublemakers insane, he vaguely felt that he might exceed the target.

The sea of learning is boundless; perhaps it would take two hundred years to reach the shore.

While chewing on fish balls, another familiar figure sat next to him, holding a bowl of noodles.

"I know the owner of South Gate Spicy Hotpot pretty well," Hu Yingxing said. "She told me that the gang of thugs has suffered heavy losses and might come looking for trouble after getting out."

"I don't know what kind of power you have behind you, but this is Tang Zhi's body, you'd better be careful."

The boy handed him a fish ball, his eyes showing a caring look, like he was talking to a little brother.

"Are you talking about Dao Ye?"

Hu Yingxing was startled, frowning and said, "You know?"

"A small problem," the boy said gently, "I can handle it, don't worry."

Dao Ye himself had not been detained.

He was running a legitimate business, except for taking in underage students into the internet cafe, for which he was to be fined and suspended for two weeks for rectification.

Though the cops found his old assault record, nothing recent came up, so they just gave him a warning and let him go.

However, his subordinates had suffered heavy losses, leaving him tossing and turning all night.

The small gang was falling apart overnight! The four guys who had lent money to Dong Yuan were all in jail for burglary, facing more than ten years of imprisonment, with no way to arrange for a reduced sentence.

Then the police had rushed in to conduct mass drug tests, and two were immediately taken away for mandatory rehabilitation due to illegal substance use, while many others scattered, claiming they had to return to their hometowns or that their parents were sick, not daring to hang around with this group anymore.

The kids were so scared they avoided the place altogether, never daring to return.

Dao Ye was fuming, determined to regain his territory and reputation. He couldn’t let this slide, not if he wanted to stay in the game.

There were so many alleys without cameras, so many opportunities to ambush someone. He was sure he could teach that middle schooler a lesson!

He found a time and called Dong Yuan.

"This is me," said Dao Ye, smoking a cigarette coldly. "Give me the details on that kid."

Dong Yuan was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly burst into tears.

"Bro, I'm begging you, please don't mess with him again."

"It's just Sister Lan," Dao Ye said impatiently. "A nobody. Look at how scared you are. I don't want money, I just want to get this revenge!"

"He thinks he can mess with my people? What a joke!"

Dong Yuan, who was being guarded by his parents at home, wished he could rush over and kowtow to Dao Ye.

He glanced at the "01:34" on the clock and the homework that wasn't even half done, tears streaming down his face.

"Bro, Tang Zhi, Tang Zhi is really not an ordinary person."

"I'm begging you, don't go looking for him. He's not someone you can afford to offend!"

"What can a kid from a vegetable stand do?" Dao Ye said impatiently. "If you don't spill, I'm done. I'll deal with him tomorrow."

Dong Yuan was still crying when the call was already disconnected.

He wiped his nose and forced himself to focus on the math problems, not daring to neglect his homework.

His dad must have heard the noise and angrily pushed the door open.

"It's this late, and you're still not done with your homework?!"

"I'm working on it, I promise!"

"Did you memorize the classical text yet?"

"No, I'll go memorize it, Dad, I'll definitely finish memorizing it before I sleep, Dad, please don't hit me—"

"Stop crying! No excuses!"