Chapter 135: Your Parents Are Here to Pick You Up

Gou Yu had his name remembered by the teacher—and points deducted.

He felt it was Zhu Niao’s fault for calling him over to the front row, but Zhu Niao thought this guy deserved it.

“What were you thinking? Of course I wouldn’t have my book with me at this time. I haven’t even found last year’s Ideological and Political Education textbook yet,” Gou Yu started blaming Zhu Niao for his mistake.

“It’s your problem if you don’t bring the book. How can you still blame me?” Zhu Niao snapped back.

Gou Yu was clearly convinced this deduction wasn’t fair: “If you hadn’t called me over, would I have been caught? You insisted on dragging me to sit next to you.”

Zhu Niao paused, then said softly, “If you didn’t sit next to me, someone else would have.”

Gou Yu was stunned.

Then, he put his arm around Zhu Niao’s shoulder, as if embracing his possession and declaring ownership.

He leaned in, looking at the textbook on Zhu Niao’s desk—definitely not the Ideological and Political Education book—with an expression as if he was sharing a single textbook with a nearby classmate, making it hard to find fault.

Of course, if he could just take his arm off Zhu Niao’s shoulder, it would look even more like they were just classmates sharing a book.

“It’s fine. Today, the points come from me. Next time, just call me in time if you’re in trouble,” Gou Yu suddenly didn’t care much about the lost participation points.

“I suddenly feel like you, Old Dog, are becoming a bit humanized,” Zhu Niao said, somewhat moved.

“No problem. We’re bros,” Gou Yu replied.

However, the class was incredibly dull. The Ideological and Political Education teacher sat at the front, droning on without caring whether the knowledge sank into the students’ brains.

Actually, Zhu Niao quite liked teachers like this—handing out a final exam question bank at the end of the term, then letting students relax and take an open-book exam. An entire course could be completed in just a day once the question bank was received.

Bored of the book in her hand, with the teacher sitting right in front, Zhu Niao didn’t dare openly play on her phone.

But she couldn’t help but glance at Liu Xie sitting next to her, who looked utterly focused, as if the book in front of her had truly pulled her into the world of literature.

Zhu Niao didn’t believe it. Based on the literacy levels of the four dorm mates (except Ye Qingchang), Liu Xie shouldn’t be interested in a book without pictures.

“What are you reading?” Zhu Niao’s curiosity finally overcame her hesitation, and she leaned toward Liu Xie.

She remembered Liu Xie was reading *Postpartum Care of *.

When she leaned closer, Liu Xie ignored her, fully immersed in the sea of literature.

No way—could it be that Liu Xie caught the literary bug from the third roommate?

Zhu Niao then glanced at Ye Qingchang, who was caught between Liu Xie and Xiao Yi’an, looking tense and uncomfortable.

Sitting there must have felt like imprisonment.

Peering at the text on Liu Xie’s book, Zhu Niao’s eyes widened slightly.

She saw words like “light veil,” “bountiful harvest,” “desolation,” and a bunch of onomatopoeic exclamations.

“Wait, you’re reading this kind of stuff in class?” Zhu Niao felt a burning blush.

“What’s wrong with me? Isn’t this pretty normal? We’re in Ideological and Political Education class, so of course I’m reading the ideological and political textbook. What else would I be reading?” Liu Xie frowned slightly, but the twitching corner of her mouth almost made Zhu Niao believe her.

“Aren’t you reading *Postpartum Care of *? Does this have anything to do with the Ideological and Political textbook?” Zhu Niao truly understood what “morally corrupt” meant now.

She never expected Liu Xie always carried such books around.

“This is *Postpartum Care of *, just including prenatal and delivery care sections too,” Liu Xie said, still unconvinced she was doing anything wrong.

“Which ** are you reading exactly?”

“All of them. There’s no real difference,” Liu Xie waved her hand, indifferent.

“Then when you walk out with your brother later, bring this book with you. I don’t think this is any different from a normal book,” Zhu Niao glanced again at the words on the book.

Well, it was still a bit too indecent.

One more look.

“No way. He doesn’t even have to open it. Just seeing me carrying a book like this tells him it’s not a good one,” Liu Xie shook her head.

Now Zhu Niao was the one confused: “Why?”

“Do you think I’m the kind of person who reads? In my hands, there are only two types of books: indecent ones, and **,” Liu Xie counted on her fingers as she explained.

“Enough with the nonsense. Can you say something related to Ideological and Political Education class?”

“Sure.” Liu Xie gave a thumbs-up, pointing at herself. “I have no morals.”

“Say something no one else knows.”

The buzzing sound from the speaker suddenly grew louder.

“Attention, students! This is something the teacher is emphasizing.”

During their nonsense, the teacher’s suddenly raised voice made Zhu Niao and Liu Xie shrink down, staring obediently at their books. After a few seconds, they looked up, only to find the teacher wasn’t even looking at them.

“Remember, this assignment must be presented in class before the end of our course schedule.”

Zhu Niao and Liu Xie nodded exaggeratedly.

Then they looked at each other: “Hey, what assignment did she say just now?”

For a moment, the two felt even more disappointed in their hopeless dorm mates.

Zhu Niao turned to look at Gou Yu beside her.

He was already asleep—no help there.

Then Liu Xie glanced at Ye Qingchang.

Ye Qingchang’s expression carried a subtle smile, as if she’d long expected her good roommates to come ask what to do.

It was almost as if the words “Come beg me” were written across her face.

Liu Xie was about to raise her hand and report that Ye Qingchang’s desk held a leisure book instead of the textbook.

Luckily, Ye Qingchang grabbed the golden-haired girl just in time.

“Are you determined to go down together?” Ye Qingchang’s smile looked a little strained.

Liu Xie’s expression was calm: “I think this is called ‘mutual destruction.’ I’m the jade, you’re the dung.”

“Are you sure you’re pronouncing that right?”

Ye Qingchang took a deep breath: “Anyway, just make a short positive energy video. It needs some educational value and can’t promote any negative influence.”

“I thought it would be something else. Fine, you’re useless. Go play.”

Liu Xie waved her hand, turned around, and ignored Ye Qingchang’s barely contained anger.

Not long after she turned away, a piercing bell rang, cutting off Liu Xie’s attempt to share the assignment details with Zhu Niao.

Liu Xie looked toward the door in fear.

There stood a boy in a suit, his expression cold and grim.