Fake Slackers

Chapter 16: Becuase your grades suck

The two sat in silence for quite some time.

Shen Jie was a heavy smoker, and after finishing one cigarette he wanted another. He Zhao couldn't stand the smell any more; he hadn't successfully quit smoking yet, after all. He lifted a hand and pointed at the door: "If you want to smoke, do it outside. Scram."

Shen Jie said: "It's fine if you don't want to smoke, but you're restricting my freedom..."

He Zhao tossed a pillow at him.

Shen Jie reacted quickly and dodged to the side.

As they were talking, He Zhao's phone on the table lit up, accompanied by the 'ding-dong' of a message notification. After a few seconds the screen went dark again.

He Zhao scooped up the phone and checked it. Xie Yu had sent seven words and a punctuation mark.

An official will observe class this afternoon.

"Who is it?" Shen Jie leaned forward and asked.

He Zhao glanced down and typed, saying, "The emotionless killer."

Shen Jie didn't have a strong impression of Xie Yu. He'd only started associating with the guy after the latter had become He Zhao's deskmate.

The first impression he had of Xie Yu was that, although he was damn good-looking, he wasn't easy to interact with. Now... after interacting with him, his first impression was confirmed

His Zhao-ge was the only exception.

"He's only emotionless towards you." He Zhao finished replying, then generously showed Shen Jie the screen. "See that? My deskmate is as warm as springtime to me."

Shen Jie thought that this event was probably not as warm as He Zhao thought it was.

As Shen Jie left Class 2.3, he had personally witnessed Xie Yu tear out a piece of paper in absolute frustration, write several big words, and toss it on He Zhao's desk. Perhaps too many people had come to ask about He Zhao's whereabouts that morning. On that piece of paper was scrawled messily: Not around, skipped class, I don't know.

It was the first time Shen Jie had seen someone announce so blatantly that his deskmate had skipped class. Truly, a talent.

In reality, the matter was indeed not that warm.

When an official observed class, they usually informed the school beforehand and even picked the specific day so that the teachers could prepare for every question-and-answer session. But this time around it had happened too suddenly. Xu Xia placed an urgent call back to ask Miss Wang from the class next door to look after Class 2.3 for her; no one could be absent.

Miss Wang went to class 2.3 and looked around. She stood next to the piece of paper on He Zhao's desk for a long time, then asked Xie Yu to get in touch with him. If they really couldn't get him back, they'd say he was on sick leave.

With less than ten minutes to afternoon class, He Zhao tidied his clothes and walked out. On the way out, he noticed Shen Jie was still in a daze and said, "What are you standing there for? Go to class."

Shen Jie answered, "Ah," but suddenly stopped when he got to the door. He asked, "What do we do about this? If we can't talk about Liu Yuan, how do we settle your issue?"

The conversation had circled back again.

He Zhao stuck his hands in his pockets and said, "Let's talk about it another time."

As expected, the matter of Yang Wenyuan returned as a topic of conversation before long.

Firstly, Xu Xia took Yang Wenyuan to the school officials and said that this matter couldn't be dropped just like that. Later, Yang Wenyuan's parents even came to the school to demand an explanation.