Chapter 104. They will definitely regret it.

Previously, having promised Zhang Jingyu to make copies of her notes, Tang Yu went to the print shop and made an extra set, which she mailed to the hospital.

Xu Xinyan said on WeChat that she had decided to take the college entrance exam this year.

Back in the classroom, Tang Yu handed the remaining set of copies to Zhang Jingyu—a thick stack.

For those in the elite class, especially those trapped at a plateau, unable to improve their grades, these notes from a top student were nothing short of a godsend.

Zhang Jingyu thanked her profusely.

Seeing this, other classmates rushed to ask Tang Yu for her notes as well.

With Liu Yaojie and Meng Shirui gone, everyone’s wariness had vanished, and they crowded her desk, leaving no room to spare.

“Tang Yu, how did you score 720? My goodness, you beat me by 220 points!”

“Full marks in math and science—how is that even humanly possible?”

“Tang Yu, could you lend your notes so I can make a copy too?”

“I want them too! Tang Yu, we’re all in the same class, lend them so we can make copies!”

Everyone had originally planned to copy Zhang Jingyu’s set.

But the second print was blurry, so they all came to Tang Yu.

Their clamoring was so loud that Tang Yu’s ears were ringing. She lowered her head and covered her ears.

Wang Qing slapped the desk. “Hey, hey, hey, are you done yet? When Meng Shirui was bullying Tang Yu in class, none of you dared make a sound—how do you have the nerve to beg for her notes now?”

Instantly, everyone looked as if they’d been slapped, embarrassed.

“You stood by when Tang Yu was bullied, but now you try to guilt her into sharing because you’re classmates? Are your faces made of bulletproof vests—not only big, but thick as hell!”

She pointed at the most vocal one, “Especially you—when Meng Shirui threw chalk at Tang Yu last time, you were right in the front row, saw it clear as day. When the teacher asked, you didn’t even dare utter a word, and now you want her notes?”

The singled-out student said awkwardly, “I was afraid of Meng Shirui! Besides, who in our class wasn’t? It’s not my fault…”

“Then Tang Yu has no obligation to lend you her notes.”

Wang Qing snorted coldly.

The other protested, “She lent them to Zhang Jingyu, why can’t she let us copy them too…”

Just then, Tang Yu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

Her expression was calm. “Because he helped me.”

Zhang Jingyu immediately raised his hand. “Tang Yu’s hairstyle was designed by my father, so she lent me her notes—not for nothing.”

A boy lying on his desk, half asleep with headphones on, took them off when he heard this, leaning lazily against his chair and tapping his desk with a textbook.

“Hey.”

He lifted his eyelids.

His voice was measured, enough to quiet everyone nearby.

They all stepped back, instinctively giving him a one-meter radius. There was a bit of fear.

“Have some legal awareness,” the boy said, spinning a black pen between his fingers with careless ease, his raised eyes narrowing slightly. “Intellectual property needs to be paid for, you know?”

Wang Qing quickly chimed in, “Exactly! Tang Yu painstakingly wrote every word of these notes, summarized every key point, annotated them clearly and thoroughly, and analyzed question types with mind maps, making connections—far better than many so-called expert guides in supplementary materials. You think you can just take and copy them for free? Not a chance.”

Recalling what Zhang Jingyu had just mentioned, Wang Qing slammed her book on the desk and made it clear.

“If you want to copy them, fine—a hundred yuan per set. Pay up or forget it!”

Bian Yang raised an eyebrow slightly. Wang Qing had some talent, after all.

But someone objected, “Wang Qing, what does this have to do with you? We’re asking Tang Yu, not you—who are you to decide for her?”

“My opinion is Tang Yu’s opinion,” Tang Yu said—not for money, but for peace and quiet.

With her official endorsement, Wang Qing became even more confident.

“Did you hear that? My opinion is our little Yu’s opinion! You want to copy? Pay up.”

She held out her hand, proud and triumphant.

For students, a hundred yuan was no small sum—it could buy several workbooks and practice papers, and was a week’s allowance.

So when they heard they’d have to pay, the noisy crowd immediately dispersed, returning to their seats.

The world grew quiet, and Tang Yu could finally focus on her papers.

Wang Qing sat down and couldn’t help complaining, “These people just want a freebie, never really cared about your notes. They pretend to be good classmates, but in reality, they’re nothing but dung beetles in masks—shameless.”

Tang Yu, seeing her fuming, wanted to laugh. “Alright, don’t let such little things upset you.”

“They’ll regret it,” Wang Qing huffed.

They had no idea what Tang Yu’s notes meant.

Ever since she’d become Tang Yu’s desk mate, her grades in all subjects had improved by about twenty points!

Unlike other classmates, who always worried about others outdoing them and were too lazy to explain their questions, whenever Wang Qing asked Tang Yu about a problem, she not only explained it clearly, but also helped her summarize key points and solution strategies.

Wang Qing had always been grateful for this.

“By the way, I heard you’re joining the math competition?” Wang Qing asked curiously, “Didn’t you say before that if you missed your preferred major by a few points, it just meant you weren’t good enough, so there was nothing to regret? Why the sudden change?”

Tang Yu blinked, her gaze clear. “I thought about it later—what if those few points let me choose my favorite major? So when Teacher Hou called, I agreed.”

“That’s the way!” Wang Qing was happy for her.

“Why let others take the points and prize money we could win? You’re so good at math, always winning awards in competitions. This time you’ll definitely make it!”

Tang Yu smiled, lips pressed together. “I’ll try my best.”

Then she pushed her notes toward Wang Qing. “You should copy a set too—I’ve summarized a lot of new question types lately, including your weak spots.”

“Wow, Xiao Yu, I adore you!”

Wang Qing was thrilled—if class weren’t about to start, she’d have hugged and kissed her.

Then she tried to give Tang Yu money, but Tang Yu refused.

She’d heard about the dorm incident. If not for her, Wang Qing wouldn’t have gotten beaten up.

Tang Yu felt a little guilty and could only make it up this way.

“After school tonight, could you help me pack up my things from the dorm? I haven’t gone back to get them, and honestly, I don’t want to…”

“No problem.” Wang Qing asked, “Where are you living off campus? Is it safe?”

At this, Tang Yu felt a bit guilty.

She couldn’t very well say she was living with Bian Yang… Even if it was nothing, it sounded strange.

She stumbled over her words and casually named a random apartment complex, hoping to gloss it over.