Due to the interference of Brother Chen and the others, Ye Wushuang returned to school a little later than expected.
It was the peak time for students to return to school, and the area was crowded with people. The events that occurred during the flag-raising ceremony made Ye Wushuang an unavoidable focus of attention.
Those students gathered in groups of three or five, either pointing and discussing Ye Wushuang or looking at her with worship, whispering incessantly:
"Did you see that? That is Ye Wushuang. She is super cool!"
"Because she changed her hairstyle and became beautiful, the girls in our school have booked up the phone numbers of all the major stylists in Yan City!"
"The students in Class Seven even put her on the Campus Belle Ranking. Guess what? In just one morning, she made it into the top fifty!"
"That's normal. She dealt with Sun Hongxia and her son, which was very satisfying. Even I voted for her!"
"But as a student, isn't studying the most important thing? Her grades were already poor, and now she has gone to Class Seven. What kind of future can she have?"
"And she even took the initiative to break away from the Shen Family. This will definitely be the stupidest decision she has ever made in this life."
These words made many students nod in agreement.
Class is a chasm that is very difficult to cross.
For an ordinary daughter of a farmer like Ye Wushuang, it is very difficult to become a high-level figure in society within a limited lifespan.
The Shen Family was her only shortcut, yet she gave it up.
How could such a decision not be called stupid?
A boy touched the back of his head and came to Ye Wushuang, saying shyly, "H-hello, Classmate Ye. I really appreciate your performance during the flag-raising ceremony. Can we be friends?"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and suddenly many students swarmed over.
"Classmate Ye, do you want to exchange contacts? My QQ is..."
"Classmate Ye, add me on WeChat. Let's go out and play together when you're free!"
"Classmate Ye, do you usually use Weibo or anything like that?"
"Classmate Ye, what is your phone number?"
Jian Jiaoyang glared and quickly joined in: "Queen, I don't have your contact information yet either!"
On the second floor of the Western restaurant ten meters away.
Rong Qingru held a fruit tea, her voice gentle: "Classmate Ye is very popular now."
"She just gained temporary attention through small methods like recording videos; she cannot compare to you." Shen Wenyu's gaze landed on Ye Wushuang, his eyes slightly narrowed.
As soon as he saw Ye Wushuang, he thought of how she had broken off the engagement that morning and told him to get lost.
"Is Brother Shen angry because Classmate Ye broke off the engagement with you?" Rong Qingru lowered her eyelids slightly, her profile as soft and beautiful as a water goddess.
"I just don't understand what qualifications she has to have this attitude toward me and the Shen Family!" Shen Wenyu sneered: "I am more than happy that she is willing to take the initiative to break off the engagement!"
Rong Qingru thought for a moment: "Perhaps it is because she liked you too much, and you were relatively cold to her, causing her to be heartbroken and turn to hate you instead."
"Then let her hate me!" Shen Wenyu's handsome face was cold.
Judging by how Ye Wushuang had liked him for three full years before, Rong Qingru's deduction was reasonable.
Love that cannot be attained turns into hatred? How ridiculous!
Outside the Western restaurant, more and more students surrounded Ye Wushuang, each with expectant gazes.
She said indifferently: "I do not like social interaction."
After speaking, she left, leaving everyone with a beautiful back view.
"Help! She is so arrogant, I love it!"
The fanboys and fangirls screamed in low voices.
The class bell rang on time. Just when Ye Wushuang thought the afternoon classes would be self-study like the morning, a refined young man of about thirty-five walked into the classroom.
He was the homeroom teacher and Chinese teacher of Grade 12 Class 7: Liu Jing.
Liu Jing was dressed simply, wearing glasses, holding several teaching books in his left hand and a thermos cup in his right, with the fragrance of goji berries drifting from the cup—a typical teacher configuration.
"Before class starts, I want to say that a new student, Ye Wushuang, has joined our class. You must definitely not bully her, do you understand?"
"We—un—der—stand—" The answer from below the stage was scattered.
They were too busy protecting the Queen to ever bully her.
They were not like those bastards in Class 2.
"As long as you understand. Now, open your books to page twenty-five." Liu Jing entered his teaching state.
The students were yawning or eating snacks, not paying much attention.
Even so, Liu Jing was teaching seriously, fulfilling his duties.
Ye Wushuang scanned the Chinese textbook rapidly, reading ten lines at a glance, and did not listen to the lecture.
To her, Liu Jing's teaching method was too template-based and only suitable for true beginners.
The bell for the end of class rang, and the originally drowsy students were revived. Liu Jing stood on the podium, looking at those young and immature faces, unable to stop worrying in his heart.
The children were still young and at the age where they needed to acquire knowledge. He had to persuade the other teachers to come back to teach, even though he had already persuaded them several times.
He returned to the office and placed a pack of cigarettes on the math teacher's desk:
"Teacher Zhao, you haven't been to Class Seven to teach for a long time. The children really miss you..."
"It would be a miracle if they actually missed me. Teacher Liu, haven't you recognized the facts yet?" Teacher Zhao stopped his pen:
"To put it bluntly, the children in Class Seven are all discarded sons that major influential families and groups look down upon. They were just sent here to go to school. If their parents really wanted to cultivate them, would they let them fend for themselves in Class Seven?
They themselves are not striving for progress either, messing around all day. Besides playing on their phones, they just sleep. Why are you still bothering with them? Wouldn't it be better to find a way to get the Principal to transfer you?"
Liu Jing was silent.
In the evening, the sunset glow scattered in the west.
Ye Wushuang refused the escort of the Class Seven students and walked out of the school gate alone.
"Miss Ye, Young Master Ji asked me to pick you up." A man dressed in ordinary clothes came to Ye Wushuang:
"He is worried that the news of you sleeping with him will spread and attract unfavorable comments toward you, so he instructed me to keep a low profile. Please come this way."
Ye Wushuang lifted her eyelids slightly and saw an inconspicuous black sedan.
Although she never cared about the outside world's comments about her, Ji Shen's move was exactly what she wanted.
She also did not want the news of her sleeping in the same bed as the eldest young master of the Capital City Ji Family to spread; that man was too famous.
She just wanted to get some good sleep while completing her 30 trial missions.
The car drove toward the suburbs and stopped at the entrance of a villa. The villa was magnificent and very beautiful.
The driver quickly got out of the car, bent over to open the car door for Ye Wushuang, who was sitting in the back row, his attitude respectful.
Young Master Ji said that Miss Ye is a benefactor of the Ji Family and must not be neglected.
Ye Wushuang entered the villa. The restaurant had already prepared a table full of delicacies, steaming hot, and the servants stood by with water basins and towels.
"You're back?"
A pleasant, deep male voice sounded. Ye Wushuang saw Ji Shen walking down the stairs slowly with his long legs.
Perhaps because his temperament was so noble, he made the simple staircase feel like a red carpet on a runway.
Behind him was another man wearing a black suit.
The man was about the same age as him, with an ordinary appearance, a scar on his forehead extending into his hairline, and a restrained aura.
At just one glance, Ye Wushuang determined that this was her colleague.
He was also an assassin, or at least had worked in this line of business before.
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