After the wager was established, Wen Xiaoyue and You Xinghai simultaneously directed more of their energy toward their studies.
For You Xinghai, dedicating “more energy” meant graduating from playing games during every single class to playing games during every other class.
Although the test questions currently in her hands were of very low difficulty for her, it was still necessary to study the answer formats of the prestigious academy. This was to avoid losing unfair points over technicalities.
Perhaps because the novel did not focus its ink on academic learning at all, the test papers provided by the prestigious academy were actually not much different from those in her previous life. The subjects were still the same subjects, and the exercises were still the same exercises.
However, because of the specific educational system setting of this world, there was no national unified major examination like the college entrance exam. The entrance examination for higher education was much more similar to the postgraduate entrance exam of her previous life.
Of course, the universities in this world were naturally strange schools such as the “Aliston Business School,” which could be described as the adult version of a high school for the elite.
When she went back that evening, You Xinghai could not help but feel that her exhaustion had intensified significantly. She thought to herself that it would have been better to transmigrate into an urban web novel, as writing exam papers in a school-life story consumed far too much energy.
Even though her study time was not nearly as long as that of a normal student, she still felt drowsy early on. She washed up, got into bed, and quickly drifted off into dreamland.
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In a daze, You Xinghai was enveloped by pink bubbles once again, drifting off to a strange place.
Flashlights converged on her, the shutter sounds clicked and cracked away, and the interrogations from the crowd of reporters made people feel distracted and irritable. Her little assistant by her side arrived with bodyguards, clearing away this crowd of wild beasts that looked as though they were about to pounce.
“President You, is the news regarding your acquisition of the Wen Group true?”
“Your commercial landscape has already expanded globally. Are you preparing to open up extraterrestrial territories in the future?”
“What are your thoughts regarding the Du family heir’s public provocation against you?”
Questions rushed into her ears like cannonballs, making people burn with irritation.
You Xinghai vaguely realized that she had entered a dream realm again, but she in the dream also seemed exceptionally exhausted. Her mood was particularly dark, gloomy, and anxious, and she had absolutely no desire to pay attention to these annoying reporters.
The assistants cleared away the reporters and opened the car door for her.
Just at this moment, another voice from someone who did not know any better rang out:
“Rumor has it that you are keeping the third young lady of the Wen family as a mistress. Does this stem from an inability to forget the old affection you had for your former classmate?”
You Xinghai paused her foot just as she was about to step into the car, turning her head slightly.
A dark, hawkish gaze scared the reporter who asked the question into taking half a step back.
You Xinghai left the back of her head to this crowd of reporters and slammed the car door shut heavily.
The crowd whispered in low voices:
“As expected of President You, who entered the TOP 10 of the Asia Wealth List at such a young age. Even her gaze is so terrifying.”
“Shh, keep your voice down. Let us just take photos and not provoke her.”
The frightened reporter watched the limited-edition luxury car drive away with eager eyes, muttering, “What is she so arrogant about? She did such a despicable thing and still will not admit it.”
“You really are something. Just rejoice that you kept your little life. You actually dared to ask about this matter.”
The reporter refused to accept this: “Why can we not ask about something that everyone knows?”
“Alas, how naive. You still have not seen this president’s thunderous methods.”
“I advise you to remember never to mention that person’s name in front of her in the future.”
“Go back and burn high incense. The last person who was this brave is already non-existent in the industry circle.”
The sole survivor of a bankrupt conglomerate, a fragile dodder flower in the depths of a high and noble house, a forbidden person whose name could not be mentioned: Wen Xiaoyue!
Today, she had completely fallen into the abyss named You Xinghai.
“Bang!”
Wen Xiaoyue raised her head in pain. By the time she reacted, both of her wrists had already been tightly gripped by that person and pinned above her head.
She was pinned against the wall, her legs held in place by You Xinghai’s knee, leaving her with no escape.
She tried her best to endure the physiological tears seeping from the corners of her eyes. However, the other party’s confused and scorching breath added moisture, causing a thin mist to rise before her eyes instead, making the surrounding scene even more blurry.
She had merely been unable to resist leaning over her desk to sleep while staying up late to grind through test questions. How was it that the moment she opened her eyes, she was being violently pinned down by You Xinghai!
“You Xinghai! Stop!”
Wen Xiaoyue tried to call back the other party’s sanity with a low murmur. However, the movements of the person in front of her only slowed for half a second before entangling her once more like a venomous snake.
A scalding breath wrapped around her neck, and the terrifying, dense pheromones suffocated her so much that she could not catch her breath. Sweat drops continuously oozed from the parts where their skin touched.
Wen Xiaoyue felt as though she were simply charcoal inside a furnace; every part of her body was burning.
Even though she was being bullied like this, she did not feel the slightest bit of shyness. In its place was a nearly numb terror.
Her heart no longer possessed love or hatred; only a desolate emptiness remained.
Her consciousness drifted away bit by bit, and her brain went completely blank, yet that person was still advancing.
“When you beat me in the monthly exam back then, did you not clamor very loudly? You said I was a waste, a worm, and garbage.”
You Xinghai’s deep voice entered her ears without any obstruction.
“Why are you in this kind of state now? Where is your pride? Where is your backbone?”
Those eyes, full of hatred, reflected her own expressionless face.
Wen Xiaoyue whimpered weakly, lacking the spare energy to reply to her questions. Her body trembled slightly along with the other party’s movements.
In her confusion, she tried hard to catch the keywords in You Xinghai’s words.
Monthly exam? What monthly exam?
Was she not imprisoned by You Xinghai? Where did a monthly exam come from?
Wait “…” that was not right “…”
The scene in the dream disappeared into thin air like a broken line, just like a tape that suddenly exploded halfway through playback, emitting strands of white smoke.
Wen Xiaoyue shuddered violently and snapped her eyes open.
Before her eyes, the familiar bedroom appeared: the bedroom that belonged to her.
The gloomy, dark room from just now, the You Xinghai whose eyes were full of aggression, and the chains on her body had all vanished without a trace.
Echoing beside her ear was only her own violent heartbeat, which had not yet calmed down.