Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Strangely enough, the original owner didn't have any special skills.

No, no, no, his only special skill is probably fighting.

"Okay, okay, I love playing fighting games with my boss the most!"

Wang Ou said with a smile.

"Yes, I am too!"

Zhao Junyan nodded repeatedly.

Yes, you read that right. When Yue Qingyou said "lianlian," she meant that everyone would play fighting games together and then... watch boxing matches together.

"Where to now!?"

Wang Ou asked.

"It's too late for the exam now, let's take this idiot to the hospital!"

As Yue Qingyou spoke, she reached out and patted Zhao Junyan on the head.

The three of them walked together toward the hospital.

"Boss, I'm sorry!"

As Wang Ou walked, she said this apologetically.

"what!?"

Yue Qingyou glanced at him.

"We all know that our boss made a bet with some damn woman; if his grades don't improve, he'll have to drop out of school. It's all our fault; if it weren't for our boss..."

"Even with a slightly lower score, I'm still guaranteed to win!"

Yue Qingyou waved her hand, signaling him to stop talking.

"Boss is awesome!"

Wang Ou's eyes lit up with admiration as she looked at Yue Qingyou.

"Boss, hold your breath!!"

Even with his pig-headed appearance, Zhao Junyi couldn't help but give a thumbs up; he's the boss's number one fan!

"you shut up!"

Being domineering is one thing, but holding your breath is another.

"Oh!"

Zhao Junyi smiled and nodded.

Looking at his expression, Yue Qingyou laughed helplessly again. Seeing Yue Qingyou laugh, they laughed along with her.

"Let's get together!"

Zhao Junyan laughed, then reached out and covered his mouth, wincing in pain.

"Deserve it!!"

After going to the hospital together, they cleaned Zhao Junyan's wound and gave him a tetanus shot.

They're all superficial injuries, nothing serious, just a bit scary-looking.

Yue Qingyou took them all home, and amidst Zhao Junyan's wailing, she cooked him a bowl of noodles.

Yue Qingyou was not worried at all. When she received the results, she went from last place to twentieth place.

In math and Chinese, and all the other elective subjects, not a single one was wrong; they were all correct.

Aside from English, not finishing the questions lowered her score; otherwise, she might have been the first place winner.

Wang Yue, for reasons unknown, also dropped from third place to twelfth.

"This time, I must commend Yue Qingyou. She jumped from last place to twentieth place. Everyone should learn from Yue Qingyou!"

The homeroom teacher stood on the podium, praising Yue Qingyou in a crisp voice.

"Slap-slap-slap—"

The other students were also very supportive, cheering enthusiastically.

"Wang Yue and a few other classmates have dropped quite a bit in their rankings. They need to study hard when they get back!"

Afterwards, the homeroom teacher specifically criticized the students whose rankings had dropped too quickly.

As luck would have it, Wang Yue was on the list.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yue's face immediately turned red with embarrassment.

"teacher--"

At this moment, Gao Xue suddenly raised his hand.

"whats the matter?"

The homeroom teacher's gaze is always gentle when looking at the top student in the class.

"Previously, Wang Yue made a bet with Yue Qingyou: if Yue Qingyou's grades improved, she would apologize to Yue Qingyou in front of the whole class!"

Gao Xue said crisply.

Wang Yue, who was standing to the side, had completely lowered her head at this point, originally intending to deny everything.