Chapter 16: The Ultimate Honor Student Group of Class Three
Shi Qingqing let out a cry of exhilaration!
In less than a second, she had completed her search.
Of course!
It was rush hour for work and school, and the streets were teeming with people.
With a search range ten times greater than before... there was only one word for it: exhilarating.
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On the sidewalk, a chubby boy with an air of authority trudged along with his backpack, head hung low.
Last night, while hiding under his covers, he’d secretly played King of Glory for half the night, unbeknownst to his parents.
As a result, he hadn’t memorized a single vocabulary word. The teacher had already notified the parents’ group chat that there would be an English unit test today.
Ever since the teacher had started posting every English test score in the parents’ group, the boy’s parents had set down a rule: the bare minimum was to pass. If he failed, he’d face the stick at home—simple, direct, and brutal.
The chubby boy decided to resort to his old trick and try to muddle through this unit test.
When he opened the Class Three Academic Elites group chat, activity was already underway.
[Five bucks for a passing grade on today’s English test…] “Show off and you’ll be struck by lightning.”
It was a password-protected red envelope. Not even half a minute after it was sent, it was claimed by someone named “Number 5 Scholar.”
The group had scholars ranked Number 1 through Number 10, based on the latest test scores. Number 5 was the fifth in the class.
Whoever claimed the red envelope had to pass notes to the sender during the test, guaranteeing a passing grade.
If the sender failed, the five bucks would be refunded afterward.
Gritting his teeth, the chubby boy put up his entire day’s allowance. He had to go all in.
[Ten bucks for a high score on today’s English test!]—Fat Lord.
Another password-protected red envelope! No sooner had it been sent than it was snatched up.
The chubby boy was quite pleased.
His family had money; exchanging a day’s allowance for a high score was well worth it. Once home, with that high score, he could easily ask his parents for a hundred or two hundred as a reward.
A sure-win deal.
But who had claimed it?
Looking closely—damn!
It wasn’t one of the top three scholars. In fact, it wasn’t even anyone with the scholar title.
Fat Lord: What the hell? Who is this “Desperate for Money” guy? Why take Fat Lord’s red envelope? Got a death wish?
“Show off and you’ll be struck by lightning”: This group is a confidential, high-level internal group. We do honest business here. Whose alt account is this, trying to mess things up? Investigate!
Number 3 Scholar: Even I can’t guarantee a high score today, so I didn’t claim it—I was waiting for Numbers 1 or 2. I can’t believe a newly added alt account snatched it. Bold move, huh…
Group Admin: Damn it, I’m the only one with invite permissions here, and I haven’t let anyone in today! How did this punk get in? Hell, it’s like seeing a ghost. No more red envelopes for now—let’s find this mole first.
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Just as suspicion and anger were mounting in the group.
Desperate for Money: “If the young don’t strive, their future is nothing but regret. Don’t deceive yourselves, boys—work hard!”
Ding! Desperate for Money has left the Ultimate Class Three Academic Elites group.
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Shi Qingqing struggled to hold back her laughter.
Across the street, she saw the chubby boy—so frustrated he bumped straight into a trash can. The sight nearly made her burst out laughing.
So that so-called Fat Lord must be him.
An auspicious start—an absolutely auspicious start!
The very first red envelope netted ten bucks; she’d get one yuan out of it. Excellent. She had to keep going.
She tapped the “Snatch” button again...
“Searching for group chats within 100 meters currently distributing red envelopes. Please wait... Would you like to join the Red Moon Corporation Human Resources Department internal group?”
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