Quick Transmigration: Even Extras Want to Be Leading Actresses

Chapter 240 Theme Competition: Breaking Free (9)

It has been quite some time since Gu Shijiu taught the students in the back rows a lesson, and many people have forgotten how fierce she was back then.

Perhaps human memory is just not very good.

Seeing that her grades were so bad and she was dragging the class down, some people actually dared to openly give Gu Shijiu a hard time.

To everyone's surprise, this student was completely absorbed in the ocean of knowledge and didn't care about their offense at all.

Gu Shijiu: Is someone offending me?

As time went on, the students felt relieved.

It seems that last time was just an accident. As long as we don't push her too far, she's still the same weak and easy-to-bully girl.

After yet another monthly exam, Gu Shijiu was looking at her score on the test paper and doubting herself. She had studied so hard, so why did she still fail?

Suddenly a shadow appeared on the test paper; a classmate was standing in front of her desk, blocking the light.

The publicity committee member said impatiently, "The New Year's Day celebration is in two days. Our class signed up for a play, but we need someone to play the tree. You can go."

Gu Shijiu was annoyed by her failing grades, and looked up when she heard this: "Why?"

She used to attend these parties often, and they would invite her politely and offer her generous compensation.

She doesn't go to just any venue; they can't get a singer of her caliber to perform at school arts festivals like this.

What did that student just ask her to do? To act as a tree?

Come to think of it, she'd never played a tree before, but this guy's attitude was bad, and Gu Shijiu, who also had a bit of a temper, decided not to agree to his request.

The propaganda committee member got angry when he saw Gu Shijiu's bland and blank face: "Your grades are so bad, why don't you put in the effort elsewhere?"

Everyone is working non-stop for this party, but you only go to class and eat every day and never participate in group activities.

"Do you even care about class honor anymore? Can't you contribute anything to the class?"

You've misunderstood Gu Shijiu. She's been studying during the day and sneaking out of school at night to grab territory; she's been incredibly busy.

"I don't have time, and I don't want to participate." Gu Shijiu shook her head.

The propaganda committee member was even more furious at her attitude: "I'm not here to ask for your opinion, I'm just informing you."

In the honors class, poor students have no human rights, and nobody cares whether Gu Shijiu is willing or not.

Gu Shijiu was stunned by this domineering CEO-style declaration: "Then I won't go, what can you do about it?"

Even if she's not very bright, she should know that saying such things requires a way to control others, otherwise what's the point?

Gu Shijiu couldn't figure out what method the propaganda committee member could use to force her to participate, so she asked in confusion.

This was a question, but the propaganda committee member heard it as a mockery.

“Not going means you don’t respect our class and have no sense of collective honor. Don’t you feel ashamed?”

"If you ask me, a terrible student like you shouldn't even pretend to be hardworking. With grades like that, you wouldn't even get into a junior college."

Gu Shijiu was enraged. She had been studying hard lately in order to get rid of the "bad student" label, and this person actually said that she would not be able to get into a junior college.

That's absolutely unforgivable.

Gu Shijiu briefly climbed ashore from the torrent of knowledge and took a serious look at the propaganda committee member's pimple-covered face.

Yeah, it looks like the surface of the moon, and there are a few pimples on my cheeks with white pus coming out.

She snatched the black pen from the publicity officer who was filling out forms and threw it straight at the blackboard at the front of the classroom.

The pen tip accurately pierced through several pustules on the propaganda committee member's face, then passed through the blackboard and the wall behind it, and firmly nailed itself to the blackboard in the next classroom.

The propaganda committee member only felt a sharp pain and the coldness of the pen brushing against his face, followed by screams from the whole class. He had no idea what had happened.

A kind girl handed him a mirror, and he saw that the pustules on his face had burst open, and half of his face was bleeding.

"Ah—" The propaganda committee member thought she had been disfigured; the form in her hand trembled as her fingers shook. "You...you—"

"Is there anything else?" Gu Shijiu looked at him expressionlessly, and casually picked up another pen from the next table, as if to say that if he spoke again, she would shove the pen into his hand.

That's everyone's guess; otherwise, why wouldn't they use their own pens?

"It's...it's nothing." The propaganda committee member covered her face and ran out of the classroom crying.

He needs to go to the bathroom to rinse it off and check the wound.

Waaaaah, this is terrifying!

At this time, the students from the next class had already gone to find the teacher.

It was during recess, and everyone was resting, with some even chasing and playing around, when suddenly a pen flew over and almost pricked someone.

This is too scary.

The teacher arrived very quickly.

She struggled to pull the pen off the blackboard and came over aggressively to find the culprit.

"Who did this?!" The teacher was the homeroom teacher of the class next door, and also taught Gu Shijiu's class.

The students dared not speak; they were shocked by Gu Shijiu's strength and afraid of retaliation.

Seeing this, the teacher slammed his pen on the desk, his anger rising: "Why are you all mute? You're usually so talkative!"

"The pen belongs to the propaganda committee member; he ran away," Gu Shijiu said, stating the obvious.

The teacher turned her gaze to the class monitor: "Is what Xiangyang said true?"

The class monitor was inwardly groaning. This Xiangyang was so malicious. What he said seemed to be the truth, but it had absolutely nothing to do with the damage to the blackboard.

The propaganda committee member was quickly invited to the dean's office. He was still in a bad mood and dared not reveal Gu Shijiu's name.

Firstly, she was afraid of retaliation, and secondly, revealing that Gu Shijiu had previously forced his classmates to participate in group activities would expose him.

Come to think of it, he was the one who bullied his classmates first.

The propaganda committee member was afraid that his parents and teachers would find out, but he resolutely denied that he had made the blackboard.

Of course, even if he admitted it, no one would believe him.

He's just an ordinary student; he couldn't possibly have that much strength.

The matter was left unresolved.

However, afterwards, the school installed cameras in all classrooms.

Unlike other classes who complained endlessly, Gu Shijiu's classmates were very satisfied.

Having a martial arts expert in the class who doesn't get along with any of the other students is too unsafe. Installing a camera makes me feel much safer.

Gu Shijiu didn't care about her classmates' opinions; she devoted all her enthusiasm to her studies.

To solidify their foundation, she even had Chen Da buy a complete set of learning materials from elementary to junior high school.

She did graduate from junior high school, but it's been a long time, and she's forgotten a lot of what she learned.

It turned out that starting directly from high school was not feasible, so she had to start from elementary school again.

Gu Shijiu felt that her mind was much better than before, so there shouldn't be any problems.

The students around her simply moved their desks further away from her.

Because Gu Shijiu reads elementary school textbooks every morning during reading time, other students are afraid of getting too close to her and having their intelligence infected.