Walking up to the second floor, around the corner, a tall, slender figure stood there, waiting quietly.
Shang Yan was annoyed, and when she met his gaze, it was somewhat indifferent; for a moment, she couldn’t remember who he was.
After she took two more steps closer, the boy slowly spoke, “You and that woman had a fight.” After a two-second pause, he called out “Sister” very softly, his voice so low it seemed to melt into the air.
But Shang Yan still heard him, and it was because of that “Sister” that she finally remembered him.
Shang Yi, the youngest child of the Shang family, was Shang Yan’s twin. He was cold and quite aloof, rarely uttering words. Although they were twins, their relationship in the book was very strained. If
the younger brother was disobedient, it was always the older sister’s fault.
The fault was not giving him a proper beating.
What happened to his ending again? It seems he got his throat slit. The aloof boy met his little sun heroine, Lin Yuan, but his love was unrequited; it sounded quite beautiful and pitiful.
But Shang Yan still felt it was too foolish to give up a life of comfort and wealth to die for some worthless love. Besides, she wouldn’t even get the love, and her death would be gruesome.
She just couldn’t reason with these rich people! She’d never been poor before!
She might as well buy him a small electric heater to sleep with and see if that cured his problem. If not, she’d send him to the countryside to farm for a couple of days and see if the summer sun was warm enough.
The boy’s gaze fell again on the test paper in Shang Yan’s hand. Before he could even look at it twice, Shang Yan expressionlessly crumpled it up and stuffed it into her bag.
Shang Yi noticed her small action, his face as calm as a sheet of paper, his gaze flat and devoid of warmth, as if he were examining an object rather than a person.
Sensing the subtle atmosphere, Shang Yan clicked her tongue inwardly. Her free-born younger brother was also a top student; he’d probably never seen such a low-scoring test paper before.
Oh, so it seems she’s the only good-for-nothing in the family. The business acumen of this merchant family is more terrifying than the stock market—it plummets and soars! But why is she the one who suffers the fall?!
“We argued. She was the one who jumped out to draw the fire for the old man.” So they all joined in the attack, Shang Yan casually explained.
Shang Yi stared at her for a long time before finally humming in agreement, then said nothing more, slightly turning away and returning to his room.
The most painful thing about transmigrating into a high school student is getting up early for school.
Shang Yan lingered in bed for ten minutes, her mind racing with excuses to skip school. Finally, realizing that her family wouldn’t give her leave, she struggled to get out of bed, dressed and washed like a zombie, as if drained of all her energy by a demon.
Good heavens, if she did something wrong, just punish her with two packs of QQ candy! Why make her relive high school life, it’s torture.
At breakfast, Shang Yan was still lifeless. Even Shang Yi, sitting next to her, was affected by her overwhelming resentment and put down his pastries, glancing at her school uniform almost imperceptibly.
Shang Yuanlin was annoyed by her listless appearance and couldn’t help but scold, “Look at yourself! Going to school isn’t like going to torture yourself.”
Shang Yan chuckled and retorted without hesitation, “What’s the difference? If you’re
so capable, you go!” Let’s see if you’d be willing to go back to school again.
After yesterday’s incident, Shang Yuanlin’s headache hadn’t subsided, and he was too lazy to waste words with Shang Yan. He glared at her and remained silent; whatever he said would only make him angry.
This unfilial daughter!
The car pulled up at the door, and Shang Yan reluctantly got in. Turning her head, she saw Shang Yi still standing there and impatiently urged him, “What are you standing there for? Get in, or we’ll be late.”
The driver couldn’t help but glance at her in the rearview mirror, somewhat surprised. Had this young lady changed her ways today? She was actually inviting the young master to ride with her.
Previously, it was Shang Yan who had insisted on not going to school with Shang Yi, causing a huge scene at home. As a result, Shang Yi, who had been kicked out, was arranged to be picked up and dropped off in another car.
So, Shang Yi himself was equally surprised. He lowered his eyelashes, lost in thought. After a moment of silence, he got into the car again under Shang Yan’s impatient urging, though he was a bit far from her.
Looking at the siblings, who could easily fit another person between them, the driver’s lips curled into a slight smile. Sure enough, siblings bickering was common, and they always made up eventually, let alone twins like their young master and young mistress.
Shang Yan’s resentment about not wanting to go to school intensified once she arrived. If there were any Taoist priests around, they might drag her over for a ritual to dispel the bad luck.
On the school road, Shang Yi initially walked very fast, as if he had wheels of fire on his feet, but Shang Yan stopped him in a harsh tone, and the two walked side by side.
“I don’t want to go to class.”
Shang Yi stared at her intently for a long time, unsure if Shang Yan was talking to him, and did not answer.
“Speak, are you mute?”
Not hearing an echo, Shang Yan impatiently glared at the wooden post next to her.
Shang Yi still didn’t speak, but shook his head and walked dryly beside her, as cold as ice. Shang Yan glanced at him, but didn’t insist. After all, they didn’t get along.
If someone ignores her, she can’t exactly force them to answer.
The siblings are in the same grade, but not the same class because their grades are vastly different. Shang Yi is first in the grade, while Shang Yan is 150th.
While 150th might sound good at first glance, compared to the overall glory of the Shang family as outstanding students, it’s practically the lowest possible ranking.
However, Shang Yan thinks this ranking is quite auspicious—150, a perfect score!
She arrived at the classroom just in time. Many classmates cast curious glances at her as she walked in, but Shang Yan didn’t notice, her mind filled with her resistance to going to school.
Finding her seat, Shang Yan put down her bag and slumped down wearily. Various supplementary materials were laid out on the desk. She painfully looked away and sighed deeply.
Why bother studying when everyone in the family is so wealthy? There are so many outstanding people in the family; what’s wrong with her being a freeloader?
She suddenly remembered her own ending in the book, where she ended up in prison. In the air-conditioned classroom, a chill ran from her feet to her head, and she shivered involuntarily.
No, no, even though a government job was secure, she politely declined. Life should be full of passion, for the honor and prosperity of her family, and to ensure Shang Yan’s ending wasn’t tragic!
Shang Yan’s expression turned serious. She had to keep her family far, far away from the original storyline of the male and female leads.
As long as her mentally unstable, foolish brothers and her clumsy younger brother didn’t fall for the female lead, they wouldn’t be resented by the male lead. As long as she didn’t offend the male and female leads, they certainly wouldn’t care about her, a mere passerby.
What villain? As long as she stayed out of the way, they couldn’t force her to be a villain.
Thinking this, Shang Yan felt refreshed, as if she had already begun to enjoy her carefree, luxurious, and perfectly comfortable life.
“Hahaha…”
“Yangyang, what are you laughing at?”
“Huh?” Hearing the sounds around her, Shang Yang snapped out of her reverie and looked around. She noticed a girl had gathered around her seat. (
End of excerpt) She didn’t recognize her.