Chapter 53: He Conquers the World with His Fists!

Ye Luo turned around, but instead of asking Yan Baba, she directed her question to Ye Wuqi. “Do I need to change seats?”

“What’s the point of changing? If you want to sit here, just do it.” Ye Wuqi shrugged, grinning mischievously. “No matter what, you’re the flower of our class. Of course you get a few privileges~”

Only then did Ye Luo continue forward, walking to the desk and sitting down.

As soon as Yan Baba slouched into his own seat, he couldn’t help but laugh to the back at Ye Wuqi. “Qi-ge, do you remember the first time Sister Luo walked into this classroom, asked if anyone had been bullying you… Hah, I nearly died laughing! You’re the school tyrant, after all, beating up anyone who crosses you. It’s always you bullying others—who could possibly bully you?”

Ye Luo: “…”

He really was her ancestor.

Anyway, every descendant of the Ye family was never one to be bullied.

But, not being bullied and being a bully were two different things. She’d have to observe carefully—was her ancestor’s tyranny indiscriminate, or was it for the sake of justice?

If it was the former, then guidance was needed.

There was no way she’d let her ancestor become a villain.

And as for his grades, which were so abysmal they were hard to look at, those needed to improve as well.

He had to get into K University!

With that in mind, Ye Luo asked Ye Wuqi, who was slouching in front of her, chewing gum and blowing large bubbles, “Why don’t you ever study properly?”

“Me?” Ye Wuqi started bouncing his leg, looking every bit the unmotivated delinquent.

“Mm.”

“I’d like to study, but as you can see, my grades are so bad that even I can’t bear to look at them.” As he spoke, he took out last Friday’s test, which he’d scored a six on, and slapped it onto her desk for her to see.

Ye Luo glanced down, her gaze cold as she looked at the four test papers on the desk, speaking calmly, “As long as you put in the effort, your grades will definitely improve.”

Other events in family history might have been embellished, but her ancestor’s admission to K University—which was still a third-rate school at the time—surely hadn’t been. Otherwise, they would’ve made it sound much grander.

“What’s the point of improving if I don’t get into college? Why bother at all?”

Before Ye Luo could reply, Ye Wuqi continued, “But you know what? Since this Class 19 was established, it’s been thirty years, and not a single person has ever gotten into university. This is a class that’s been utterly abandoned—there’s no hope here at all.”

“If you don’t believe me, you can ask Old Jiang.” Ye Wuqi gestured toward Jiang Dabao. “He’s been the headteacher of this class since it was founded. Who knows how many hopeless batches he’s overseen? The man must have a heart of steel to last this long. If it were me, I’d have quit in frustration ages ago.”

Ye Luo finally understood why, when her score of 130 came out last Friday, Jiang Dabao had looked at her so kindly and said he saw hope.

“But if you don’t try, there’s even less hope,” Ye Luo pointed out.

“I can’t even see the hope of getting into college, so what’s the point in caring about less or more?” Ye Wuqi found it funny. “Obviously, the smart thing to do is to have as much fun as possible while I’m still in school before getting tossed into society! I’m not like the big gorilla and little gorilla, who know full well they won’t get into college, but still work their tails off, thinking that every extra point counts. If I had that time, I’d rather get a good night’s sleep!”

“So what would it take for you to study properly?” Ye Luo knew persuasion was pointless, so she asked directly.