PSWHNC CH12

Chapter 12 Unity and Friendship Are Good Values

12L: Hahaha, Luo Zhiyu is truly a model student. Perfect grooming and appearance.

13L: Quick, save the screenshot. Morning assembly epic fail caught live.

14L: That was so clever! I lost my uniform too, but I never thought of borrowing one from the second or third years. I even got points deducted, huhu.

15L: What’s going on with this batch of freshmen? School just started and their uniforms are already worn out. Is studying that intense?

Meanwhile, someone in the No. 1 High School’s parent group chat had also noticed.

Parent 4: Director Wu, is there a mistake in the school’s official post? The first-year student who gave the speech is Xiao Yan from Class 3. Shouldn’t it be corrected?

Parent 5: Parent 4, ??? That’s not our Xiao Yan. He doesn’t look like that.

Parent 5: Besides, Xiao Yan said he’s scheduled to speak at next week’s morning assembly, not this week. Everyone will get a turn.

Parent 4: Director Wu, what’s this student’s name, exactly?

Director Wu: Luo Zhiyu. The post wasn’t wrong. He’s the excellent first-year student representative. Xiao Yan is in the same class, but he’s in second year. Both students are excellent, hardworking, well-behaved, and get along with their classmates. They’re great examples of No. 1 High School students.

Parent 4: Oh, then never mind. I just saw ‘0301 Xiao Yan’ on the name tag on the school uniform, hahahaha

Director Wu: Hahaha, it’s fine.

Director Wu: ……

Director Wu: ???

On Monday afternoon, Luo Zhiyu had just finished a class and was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open. During the ten-minute break, he quickly rested his head on the desk for a short nap.

“Luo Zhiyu.” A classmate walked over, stood in front of his desk, hesitated for a moment, then tapped on the tabletop and woke him up. “The homeroom teacher asked you to go to the office.”

“Huh?” Luo Zhiyu stood up with a dazed expression, nearly knocking over the desk.

This student, summoned on the very first official day of class, still had no idea what was going on. Under the curious stares of his classmates, he made his way to the office.

The teachers’ office was at the end of the hallway. Just as Luo Zhiyu arrived, the bell for the last class of the day rang. It was the only art class for freshmen each week.

“Have a seat.” Teacher Qiu Yi, the homeroom teacher of Class 1-3, pointed to a stool beside him and pulled up a photo from the morning assembly on his computer. “Care to explain?”

“No need to zoom in, that’s too much trouble. You don’t have to look at the photo, just look at me.” Luo Zhiyu was still wearing Xiao Yan’s school uniform, with the name tag untouched.

The teacher immediately felt a headache coming on.

“Xiao Yan is an alpha.”

Luo Zhiyu: “Yes?”

“And you’re an omega.”

Luo Zhiyu: “Yes.”

“Then why are you wearing his uniform?” Teacher Qiu Yi, who was protective of his students, had just called the teacher of Class 2-3. “Did he ask you to wear it?”

“No.” Luo Zhiyu took full responsibility. “I forced him.”

Teacher: “?”

“I borrowed it,” Luo Zhiyu clarified.

The way he paused between sentences gave the teacher a fright. He felt another wave of headache coming on. Kids these days were too difficult to manage. “Why would you borrow his uniform for no reason?”

“To wear it,” Luo Zhiyu replied matter-of-factly. “If I don’t wear a uniform, I’ll get points deducted.”

It was the school’s fault.

“And where’s your own uniform?” Teacher Qiu’s face darkened. “You stood in front of the whole school talking about proper grooming and attire while wearing someone else’s uniform?”

“It tore,” Luo Zhiyu said, raising his hand to gesture. “About this long. The bushes by the school flower bed really need trimming.”

So it was the bushes’ fault.

“What about your spare uniform? Did you not bring it?” Teacher Qiu asked. “Didn’t I remind everyone in the class group to bring a backup?”

“I did.” Luo Zhiyu suddenly turned serious. “Actually, teacher, I’d like to give some feedback. The school’s military training uniforms are poor quality. The color bled and turned my spare uniform dark blue.”

So it was the military training uniform’s fault.

“I reported it to the student council, but they wouldn’t take the case.” Luo Zhiyu recited as if quoting a prepared statement. “As a student of No. 1 High, appearance and grooming should always be kept in mind. Torn uniforms can’t be worn. Faded uniforms can’t be worn. New uniforms haven’t arrived yet, and the Monday assembly won’t wait.”

Luo Zhiyu concluded, “So I reluctantly borrowed from Xiao Yan. That’s what happened.”

Teacher Qiu had been a homeroom teacher for years and had seen all kinds of students, but one as eloquent and skilled at deflecting blame as Luo Zhiyu was truly rare.

The phone vibrated on the desk. The homeroom teacher of Class 2-3 had sent him a diagnosis report.

Class 2-3 Homeroom Teacher: [Medical Report]. I got it from Xiao Yan. It matches the city newspaper’s report. 0% compatibility.

Class 2-3 Homeroom Teacher: As far as I know, a 0% pheromone compatibility between an A and an O is extremely rare. Over a hundred years ago, there was a famous zero-match AO pair who absolutely hated each other, always fighting when they met, and caused serious social disruption in their area.

Class 2-3 Homeroom Teacher: A few days ago, I heard Director Wu mention some things and was a bit worried that Luo Zhiyu and Xiao Yan might end up the same way. But this uniform incident showed me a sense of unity and friendship between them. That’s a good thing. As educators, we shouldn’t overanalyze.

Class 2-3 Homeroom Teacher: Trust me, AOs with 0% pheromone compatibility can still get along just fine. Student days are the purest time. These two have great potential. With proper guidance, it’s not too late.

Class 2-3 Homeroom Teacher: love & peace

Class 1-3 Homeroom Teacher: Oh… No wonder you’re the head of the teaching group. I’ll learn from you striving.jpg

“Teacher?” After explaining everything, Luo Zhiyu waited a while but got no response. He couldn’t help asking, “Is there anything else? If not, I’d like to go back to art class.”

“That’s all.” Teacher Qiu looked up, now with a hopeful expression. “Go on. Get along well with Xiao Yan. No fighting.”

“Then… should I keep wearing this uniform, teacher?”

“Keep it on for now,” he said, waving him off. “Remember the kindness others show you.”

Luo Zhiyu left with a question mark in his head. Art class was still underway. He made it just in time.

He walked in without expression, gave a quiet “Excuse me,” and returned to his seat under the curious gazes of his classmates. Pulling out a sheet of drawing paper, he joined the lesson.

High school art class mainly focused on nurturing interest and easing stress. The material was simple for him, and drawing was easy. After finishing the in-class assignment, he flipped the paper over and started doodling something else.

[Excellent Second-Year Student Representative]: What are you doing? Did your homeroom teacher also tell you that you should get along well with me?

[Not Zhile]: Art class.

[Excellent Second-Year Student Representative]: Oh, your favorite.

[Not Zhile]: Look, [photo]. I drew you a mini fridge. Tell me, does it look like the one you lost?

[Excellent Second-Year Student Representative]: ……

[Excellent Second-Year Student Representative]: You’re using your phone in class smiling.jpg. This student council member is on his way to handle this.

[Not Zhile]: ? Is this a sting operation?

[Not Zhile]: Go ahead. If you dare show up, I’ll submit our chat logs. We’ll both get punished and stand together.

No. 1 High Forum —

【What’s your take on the morning assembly incident?】

1L: Let’s keep it rational. I think Xiao Yan and Luo Zhiyu make a good match. No matter how you look at it, they fit.

2L: For a scientific explanation, follow this link [link]. No. 1 High School broom incident, peach soda incident… The clip on that short video app hit 40k likes. Most of the comments say “Good hit.”

3L (Tang Yuan): If you think there’s something going on between them, I suggest watching next week’s morning assembly. The love and hate between the pot and the mini fridge.

4L (Fan Yue): I think we shouldn’t speculate. It’s not fair to the people involved. As someone who tried to break up a fight, I can tell you that their relationship is awful. Don’t ask how I know. My butt still hurts QAQ.