That’s right, this world was a Jack Sue novel called “Aristocratic Academy F4 Falls in Love with Me.”
He fled, they chased; he couldn’t escape even with wings. Love and hate tangled into a battlefield of carnage… how melodramatic could it get?
However, for some unknown reason, the story’s main bottom, Jiang Luo, suddenly reincarnated with his memories back to the very beginning of the story.
Because of the chain of bugs brought about by Jiang Luo’s reincarnation, the small world began to show signs of collapse, and Li Miao made his dazzling entrance at just this moment.
He came from another world. After kicking the bucket, he was brought to this world by something calling itself the system and became a Li Miao with the same name, surname, and face.
Li Miao was skeptical about this: one reincarnator wasn’t enough, and now the system had to bring in another transmigrator? Wasn’t it afraid the small world would just snap and collapse?
On that night in his previous life, the kind-hearted Jiang Luo saved the down-and-out villain. Shen Yu, who had never felt love, fell for Jiang Luo at first sight, and their love-hate entanglement stretched on for more than a decade.
As the biggest stumbling block on the protagonist’s road to love, it could be said that half of the novel’s length was brought on by Shen Yu.
But in this life, Jiang Luo, who had returned with his memories, clearly had no intention of repeating the same mistake.
The next day.
Li Miao, wearing a dark blue school uniform and tall and slender, walked down the stairs.
Yesterday was Nan’en Academy’s registration day. Today was the second day of the semester, and also the day of the placement exam for class assignments.
『Shen Yu can’t take part, so won’t he be assigned to F class?』
『It doesn’t matter.』 This time the system answered decisively. 『In the original book, he was in F class. That way, there is room left for the protagonist to build feelings.』
Is that so? Li Miao paused, lost in thought.
Even after Li Miao left the house, Shen Yu still hadn’t woken up. He didn’t really care; he glanced at the closed door of the first-floor guest bedroom and went out.
What he didn’t know was that the moment the car started, the tightly shut eyes in the guest bedroom slowly opened.
Shen Yu slowly sat up, bracing himself against the bed as he let the pain subside for a moment, then walked to the window and watched the car drive out of the yard, his gaze turning cold.
This injury was actually fine; it just gave him a reason to be assigned to F class. Shen Yu lowered his eyes, hiding the killing intent in them. Li Miao was stupid enough, and there was still room to use him. He would spare his life for now.
Today was Nan’en Academy’s entrance exam.
As the second young master of the Li family, Li Miao could still get into A class even if he scored a zero. But Shen Yu wasn’t so lucky.
Nan’en Academy had a special group: special admittees. These people had no money and no power, but their grades were excellent.
The villain Shen Yu and the main bottom Jiang Luo were both special admittees, and their only way into A class was the entrance exam.
Now that Shen Yu was seriously injured, he obviously had no way to take the exam.
Li Miao lowered his eyes, and a slow smile curled at the corners of his lips.
How could he not keep his dog close at hand?
There were two aristocratic academies in Haishi: Nan’en Academy and Beisi Academy, standing opposed north and south.
One was filled with children of merchants; the other with children of military and government officials.
The two sides looked down on each other. Nan’en looked down on Beisi’s false aloofness and pedantry, while Beisi scorned Nan’en’s nouveau riche air.
It really was quite nouveau riche, Li Miao thought as he stepped onto the golden floor tiles.
Nan’en’s teaching building was resplendent and magnificent. Once inside, it was even more absurd… everything in sight was gold, blindingly bright, and all of it was real.
Li Miao reasonably suspected that the school’s founder was a Western dragon; otherwise, how could there be such damnably appealing taste?
Regular students and special admittees were clearly separated. For the children of the wealthy and powerful, the placement exam was merely a formality, but for special admittees, the exam was their only rope to climb upward.
Li Miao embodied the four words “spoiled rich boy” to the fullest. He wrote his name and then buried his head and went to sleep.
Guessing on multiple-choice questions was the greatest respect he could show the exam.
As soon as the exam ended, Li Miao walked out. It was only when Li Miao stepped into the administration building that the system sensed that something was wrong.