Chapter 101: Polite Language
Jiang Chuchu spoke very seriously, but in reality, she didn’t truly expect Gu Qinghuan to study any harder.
After all, she believed that Gu Qinghuan still had another plan to implement, so she wanted to minimize her burden as much as possible.
However, if she didn’t assign her any tasks, Jiang Chuchu worried that the other classmates might have opinions. So, she simply made “studying” into a task for her.
In fact, the classmates didn’t have any complaints—the initial draft of the plan had been proposed by Gu Qinghuan, and all subsequent arrangements were built on the foundation she had laid.
The work the previous class president had done was already complete; the rest naturally fell to us, right?
The key point was that the class president had even discussed it with the homeroom teacher!
Although most of the students came from relatively well-off families and occasionally might have a sense of being “better than others,” there was still a natural barrier between students and teachers.
Students like Yan Zhengqing, who completely disregarded the teacher, were rare. Most students wouldn’t even think about discussing with the teacher before doing “bad” things—let alone seeking approval.
Third-year Class 3 students: “The class president is amazing! For these trivial things, she doesn’t even need to step in!”
Additionally, as Jiang Chuchu had noticed earlier, the students were extremely capable at multitasking.
One moment they were in class, the next they could immediately switch to working on the plan. They were essentially spending all their free time on the counterattack plan, while class time remained completely uninterrupted.
Especially Yu Xin, who was responsible for compiling and analyzing intelligence—her study habits were rock solid.
Gu Qinghuan had no idea about any of this. She simply diligently attended classes and took notes, bringing back the seriousness she had before the high school entrance exams.
Of course, during breaks, she would also check the class chat group to see what stage the plan had reached.
Previously, in the office, although Chen Zelin had tried to contradict Shen Mingzhe, perhaps he didn’t do it strongly enough, and Yu Yuan had said that he didn’t complain in class.
Following Jiang Youwei’s guidance, Jiang Chuchu repeated the same tactic this week.
This time, the target was none other than herself—yes! Jiang Chuchu still remembered what Shen Mingzhe had said!
“What do you mean ‘the only one with high grades is Yu Xin’? Isn’t 11th in the grade high enough?”
With twelve classes in the whole school, by that calculation, she might still be first in her class compared to other classes!
Sure enough, after Jiang Chuchu went to see Chen Zelin and only slightly mentioned that her family was pleased with her progress, thinking to chat more later, Shen Mingzhe immediately couldn’t contain himself.
The subtext of his words was merely to express envy—Chen Zelin was lucky to have a Jiang family daughter in his class. Now he would be recognized by the Jiang family, and this year’s “outstanding student” award was practically secured.
Chen Zelin’s pen holder contained an inconspicuous pen-shaped microphone, and the students of Class 3 crowded around the Bluetooth speaker to eavesdrop.
“This is so sour,” Xie Xiangxue pinched her nose, “I want to smell something sweet instead.”
Song Yi happily handed over the neon milk-fruit scented highlighter he had just bought.
Jiang Chuchu sneered: “He can fawn over Yan Zhengqing, and now seeing my attitude toward the homeroom teacher, he’s jealous.”
She felt both disgusted and a little relieved.
Thankfully, she was in Class 3 and knew Gu Qinghuan and Yu Xin. If she had been in Shen Mingzhe’s class… just the thought was frightening.
Chen Zelin was as awkward as ever, not good at fighting back verbally.
Jiang Chuchu wanted to advise him to put on wireless headphones so they could guide him remotely on how to respond, but he refused.
He said, “Even if I’m not good at handling this kind of situation, I can’t always rely on the students.”
Everyone respected Chen Zelin’s decision and let him deal with it on his own.
Hearing Shen Mingzhe’s comments, the first thing Chen Zelin did was deny the part about “this year’s outstanding student is secured.”
He didn’t want to involve other teachers, so he kept deflecting, saying he was young and inexperienced, and that there were many teachers more qualified than him.
Then he started praising Jiang Chuchu, praising Jiang Youwei, and speaking of the Jiang family’s values and upbringing.
After Shen Mingzhe fell silent for a while, Chen Zelin turned off the microphone—it seemed the conversation was over.
Gu Qinghuan, who was taking notes while eavesdropping, couldn’t help but laugh.
Jiang Chuchu thought Gu Qinghuan was laughing because Chen Zelin had praised her and her father so much, and she felt slightly embarrassed: “Is it that funny?”
Seeing her expression, Gu Qinghuan quickly explained: “I’m not laughing because of how highly he praised you. I’m thinking about how furious Teacher Shen must be right now.”
“Huh?” Jiang Chuchu was confused.
Gu Qinghuan continued: “With the teacher praising you and your father’s family values, he can’t help but think of his own situation. He’s facing Yan Zhengqing and the Yan family—what does that look like?”
Jiang Chuchu suddenly understood and immediately informed Yu Xin: “Keep an eye on him! Either today or tomorrow, Teacher Shen will definitely incite the students in class!”
Sure enough, Jiang Chuchu had visited Chen Zelin during the morning break. In the first class of the afternoon, Shen Mingzhe was teaching Class 12, and he immediately began to perform.
Yu Yuan’s mood was extremely complicated. She had been told by Yu Xin in advance about the morning, and now hearing Shen Mingzhe’s words, she felt the once friendly “Old Shen” had become unrecognizable.
She didn’t dare take out her phone in class to send a message. After class, she ran to the restroom, locked a stall, and messaged Yu Xin, roughly relaying Shen Mingzhe’s words.
“What did he say?” Qin Yue wanted to stick her eyes to Yu Xin’s phone but was held back by Jiang Chuchu.
“He said our homeroom teacher was bragging about students in the office. He felt it was inappropriate and wanted to advise him a few times but got shut down by him,” Yu Xin finished, momentarily speechless.
Silence spread, and Class 3 students were also dumbfounded.
“What kind of montage-style lie is this?” Xu Xinghe rolled his eyes.
Yu Xin glanced at the latest message from Yu Yuan: “Maybe because it involves Jiang Chuchu, this time Yan Zhengqing seems to be taking it more seriously.”
Jiang Chuchu raised her eyebrows: “What, he wants to intervene? Wants to compete with me on whose family is stronger?”
The classmates quickly urged her: “Don’t bother with that idiot.”
Jiang Chuchu glanced at them: “Use civilized language.”
The student immediately corrected himself: “I meant, don’t bother with that trash.”
Since they confirmed some movement was happening, and Yan Zhengqing might get involved, everyone in the class except Gu Qinghuan immediately sprang into action.
Yang Xiao, Hong Yi, Cui Loulan, and Du Xianhui, as key targets, had people infiltrate their social circles using fake accounts.
Some pretended to be gaming friends; others pretended to be old classmates with new accounts.
Some infiltrated private group chats and set notifications to “particularly concerned,” so any movement would trigger an alert.
Bao Qingsong was especially skilled—he created five fake accounts, befriended their friends, and used their friends as intelligence sources.
Soon, various messages came in. Yu Xin organized them and concluded: “Probably because the last attempt failed, this time they’re preparing something big.”
The class president, who was first in the grade, saying “something big,” carried quite a punch.
Everyone was intimidated. Jiang Chuchu asked: “Specifically, what does that mean?”
Yu Xin hesitated: “Based on the information they tried to gather, they might be planning to frame us for cheating?”
She also had other materials secretly provided by Gu Qinghuan, supposedly from the student council, instructed not to share, for her personal use this time only.
The teachers’ names they inquired about were mostly from the midterm exam question-setting committee, and Yu Xin suspected this was no coincidence.
“Cheating?” Qin Yue’s eyes widened. “I was lecturing and even started drinking fat sea holly tea! Frame us for cheating? Can I just go beat them up?!”
