Chapter 921 - 919: A Mom Who Dreams of Striking It Rich Every Day 21
Chapter 921: Chapter 919: A Mom Who Dreams of Striking It Rich Every Day 21
On Saturday afternoon, Ah Chen went to school; it was still An Shuo Hai who drove her there.
On Monday, An Shuo Hai and Liang Xuefang went to complete the divorce formalities.
After discussion, the apartment in the county that had originally been meant for Ah Chen was given to Liang Xuefang, and a portion of the family savings was also divided to her.
That very day, Liang Xuefang went home and packed her things.
She had planned to call a truck herself and move her stuff away, but then Xu Yue volunteered to come help.
Now that they were divorced, Liang Xuefang no longer felt guilty and agreed.
An Shuo Hai watched Liang Xuefang leave, then quickly packed a few things himself, drove the small truck to the county, and prepared to keep working.
He had originally wanted to nag Liang Xuefang a few times, but seeing how obviously impatient she looked, he decided to drop it—everyone has their own fate.
"Xuefang really has good fortune. First she had An Shuo Hai, and now she’s got this newly successful Xu Yue. She’s basically become a winner in life." Li Xiaoqing’s sour voice sounded; she truly hadn’t expected that Xu Yue would actually go through with it and personally come to pick her up.
Fei Xiu withdrew her gaze and said nothing.
Worry that wouldn’t disperse sat between her brows; she had no idea if her Jiang Xiangyang had climbed over the wall to go to an internet café today. Just thinking about it made her head ache.
At school, Ah Chen saw the message from An Shuo Hai on her phone and sent back a few comforting words. When the class bell rang, she had no choice but to put her phone away.
In the blink of an eye, a week passed. An Shuo Hai threw himself into work, as if he had forgotten about the divorce; what he hadn’t forgotten was to occasionally check in on his daughter. Ah Chen showed no impatience and answered him seriously each time.
The situation for Jian Mo and the others was getting better and better; they were gradually moving toward becoming a professional team.
The lineup Ah Chen had arranged for them was used every day to scrim with that virtual team, and they improved with every session.
Jian Mo also had people quickly set up a club, which they called "Canglan." At the same time, they planned to recruit some gaming talent and form a second team. After all, anything could happen onstage; if they were short on players and couldn’t find substitutes in time, it would be a problem.
Jian Mo and the others still made time to train with the Hua Feihua Team. Every time they scrimmed, the Hua Feihua Team was shocked, feeling that this amateur team’s growth was too fast. At first they’d thought that as long as they took it seriously, beating Jian Mo and the others would be no problem.
But now, they took every match seriously and found it increasingly hard to fight.
Lei Fan was extremely curious what kind of monster coach Jian Mo had invited. This person was terrifyingly strong—he had completely dissected their entire Hua Feihua, leaving them unable to play.
There was an upside: they would conduct targeted training based on each match, and they really were getting stronger.
But the other side grew even stronger. New strats kept popping up in an endless stream, and they watched with their own eyes as those kids went from not being very proficient to using those tactics skillfully.
They had just finished a game when Lei Fan stared at the defeat screen and shook his head. So this was what energetic youth looked like? Truly terrifying.
He was very curious about that coach, but their financial backer kept him under wraps, so there was no way for him to find out. He couldn’t very well just fly over to spy on them.
They were busy playing in a tournament these days and had no time.
Forget it. At the latest, he would see them next year. When that time came, he’d see what kind of deity this was, to be so terrifying.
They’d gained a lot recently; through training with Canglan, they actually squeezed into the top eight, which was truly a cause for celebration.
But Lei Fan had a hunch: "Next year, every team is going to be shocked. You guys better not leak any news, or it won’t be fun."
He smiled in a strange way.
The team members all chuckled happily.
"Don’t worry, Brother Fan. This feeling of being rubbed into the ground can’t be enjoyed by just our team. Everyone has to get a taste for it to feel satisfying."
Everyone burst out laughing. Since Canglan’s coach had dissected Hua Feihua so thoroughly, the other teams wouldn’t escape either.
Even if some teams hid their edge, could Canglan really be that simple?
We’ll see next year—it was truly something to look forward to.
It was sure to be a great show!
The midterm exams finally arrived, which were practically nothing for Ah Chen.
Ah Chen arranged Jian Mo and the others’ schedules clearly, especially Jian Mo. Even though they had to train every day, their studies were not neglected.
Not only that, Ah Chen also taught them a set of exercises to do once in the morning and once at night, and she set a fixed bedtime for them. Even though their schedule was packed, it didn’t harm their health.
Even Shen Xiaoju, who had been a bit on the chubby side, found that his big belly had gone away and his cheeks now had clear angles. If the others hadn’t been there, he would have knelt before Ah Chen and called her "ancestral badass."
Because of 997’s targeted tutoring, Chi Fang had been paying more and more attention in class recently and actually learned some things. His grades weren’t top of the class, but they were much better than before—especially for the parts that required memorization, which he felt were no problem.
When the midterm results came out, Ah Chen was, unsurprisingly, a distant first, once again losing only one point on the Chinese essay.
The Commissioner had always had good grades, so this time she hadn’t deliberately held back.
Not being able to finish her schooling had been one of the Commissioner’s regrets. Although Ah Chen wasn’t her, the Commissioner would probably also hope for good grades, so that An Shuo Hai, this father, could feel proud.
The second place was Pei Chen, more than thirty points behind Ah Chen.
That was actually not bad at all; under normal circumstances, it was an excellent score. But if you insisted on comparing with Ah Chen, you’d only be angered to death.
But Pei Chen was not satisfied. He and An Chen had gotten into this school with the same score—so why was she just one point off a perfect score now, while he was more than thirty points away?
This gap dealt a blow to Pei Chen’s confidence.
What made him want to spit blood even more was that Ah Chen studied with ease. You barely ever saw her doing extra problem sets; she just listened to the teacher in class and finished her homework on time.
When it was time to have fun, she went to have fun, never missing out on anything, and she had an especially good relationship with her classmates.
If she hadn’t refused, the teachers would have asked her to be class monitor.
Ah Chen didn’t want to be class monitor because she was busy leading the team. This year was fine; among Jian Mo and the five of them, there were still some underage. Once this year was over and they all turned sixteen, they could go onstage. (ps: This is different from many current tournament rules of eighteen; to better fit a plot set in high school, it’s been changed to sixteen.) By then, as their coach, she would definitely have to take leave to go with them, and wouldn’t be able to take care of class affairs.
Because Ah Chen’s grades were too outstanding, some subject teachers even asked if she wanted to participate in competitions, taking out competition papers and wanting her to give them a try, but she refused.
She wasn’t someone from this world, and the Commissioner hadn’t said she wanted to gain these honors, so there was no need to do extra things she had no interest in.
The teachers were very disappointed but didn’t want to give up, so they went to find An Shuo Hai.
An Shuo Hai knew his daughter had good grades, but he hadn’t expected them to be this good in high school.
He was probably going to disappoint the teachers. Although he was very pleased with his daughter’s excellence, he would not force her to do things she didn’t want to do.
As an old father, he only hoped his daughter could be safe and happy all her life and not repeat the tragedy from that dream.
Still, he needed to ask his daughter what plans she had.