Chapter 27: Every word and sentence is an order from him. Does he take me for one of his soldiers and is training me as such?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Seething with rage, the corners of her lips twitched slightly.
She should have expected to receive such an answer from him.
In just a second, though, the general schooled his face to assume a look of seriousness.
Mianmian silently gritted her teeth in anger. The highest-ranking military officer is different, indeed. After taking liberties with me, he can so quickly pretend that nothing has happened.
In an indisputable tone, Zhan Muqian said, “Your current results are, of course, not good, but there are still three months before your exams. I believe you have the potential for improvements, so I’ll arrange the best tutor to come teach you your homework.”
At his mention of tutoring, she rolled her eyes several times and the urge to swear surged again.
She dared not to do so, however.
All she could do was to try and pretend to be good in front of this imposing, aggressive, and domineering General Zhan.
“Your tutor will be here tomorrow evening at seven, and the driver will fetch you home after school.”
She shot him a glare at that.
Every word and sentence is an order from him. Does he take me for one of his soldiers and is training me as such?
…
The next morning in the General’s Office.
As Zhan Muqian looked through the files the deputy officer specially brought over, his gaze gradually turned dark and cold.
Upon sighting that look, the deputy officer got so nervous he stood especially straight up and did not dare to stand at ease.
His boss had tasked him to go to Prestige High School to retrieve Ms. Jiang’s student records and documents, which included her usual exam results and school performance.
He handed the files straight to the other man the moment he laid his hands on them, and he did not read a single word of it.
He saw the general’s face growing increasingly stiff and taut…
The latter was indeed livid from reading those files.
Her grades, for a start.
Ever since she transferred schools during her second year of high school, there was not a single examination that she had passed during this one-and-a-half-year period.
There was one time she got so close to the passing mark for her language exam, yet she scored a 59 for it!
It was obviously a deliberate attempt on that lass’ part, yet no one could manage her?
Her scores for mathematics and English were the most terrible of all.
For her last monthly exams…
39 for English.
8… for maths???
Jiang Mianmian had just learned how to walk when he first met her, and who later grew to become a princess who was loved by the masses.
Then, he left Jincheng for two years and by the time he returned, that little princess had become a little ruffian.
According to seniority, she ought to address him as ‘second uncle’.
If she were to be raised by him… he swore he would have her hung up and be given a good whipping!
Aside from her exam results, her discipline record was naturally what gave him the biggest headache of all.
With twelve minor offenses and five major offenses, her school behavior and performance were long under the watch of her school.
Never mind the smoking, drinking, and getting into fights, but she was actually once caught by her school principal for checking into a love hotel with a male student?!
Zhan Muqian shut the file at that, his face terrifyingly dark.
Very well. I’ll get her to give me a ‘good’ explanation on who she checked into the hotel with, how she did it, and what she did in the hotel room.
…
Half-past seven in the evening.
Jiang Mianmian had just finished her meal and was prepared to leave the table when the general opposite her coldly said, “Finish drinking all that soup in the soup bowl and eat up all those fish maws.”
“…” She obediently drank a mouthful of soup, then teasingly asked, “When’s my tutor coming?”
“Your tutor is already here and waiting outside in the hall. Once you’re done drinking the soup, we’ll begin with your exam.”
Color drained from her face. “Exam? What exam?”
The poker-faced general answered, “An exam to gauge your standard before commencing with the tutoring.”
…
The results were soon out.
5 for maths and 38 for English.
When the tutor presented the exam paper with a cartoon version of a little tortoise drawn on it to General Zhan, the man sucked in a cold breath of air and slammed hard on the table. “Get your *ss here right now, Jiang Mianmian!”