"The one who saved you." Ye Wushuang's voice was without any ripples.
She was not some kind-hearted person, but she was willing to save Ji Hanhai.
She pulled the belt off the corpse and tied it above the wound on Ji Hanhai's thigh to stop the bleeding.
Then she pulled out the tree branch and tore off the dead man's shirt to block the wound.
The old man let out a muffled groan, the veins on his neck bulging; even though he was advanced in age, he did not cry out in pain.
Ye Wushuang could not help but admire Ji Hanhai even more.
She took out a bullet, bit open the cap at the base, and sprinkled the gunpowder inside evenly onto the wound that had already stopped bleeding.
After doing this, she ignited the gunpowder, and the wound flared with a brilliant flame.
Ji Hanhai still did not cry out in pain; instead, he stared at Ye Wushuang with an even sharper gaze.
"This is an emergency hemostatic and sterilization method commonly used on the battlefield. Who exactly are you?"
Such familiar technique did not look like it came from the hands of an eighteen-year-old girl at all!
Moreover, she had just blown the head off the foreign assassin with a single shot; her marksmanship was so accurate it was astonishing!
It was as if she had repeated this set of actions countless times!
Ye Wushuang frowned.
In the end, she stated her name, "Ye Wushuang."
Given Ji Hanhai's identity, even if she played dumb, her entire ancestry would still be investigated.
However, no matter how much they investigated, they would never find out that she was reborn.
Dense footsteps came from afar, and Ye Wushuang knew that Ji Hanhai's reinforcements had arrived.
She left Ji Hanhai behind and walked toward her home.
Ji Hanhai was stunned for a moment.
She just walked away so lightly?
Having saved a national hero, she didn't even want a reward?
Or was it... that she disdained to have one?!
The next morning, Ye Wushuang said goodbye to her parents, carried her school bag, and took the bus to set off for Yan Cheng.
The time was still early, and there was not much traffic on the highway. The driver was relaxed, but the sight of a Rolls-Royce sports car driving toward him made him sit up straight involuntarily.
The window of the back seat was half-open, allowing the driver to see the man sitting in the back.
The man was about twenty-seven years old, wearing a well-tailored, expensive black suit. His facial features were three-dimensional with distinct contours, and his deep, narrow, and long eyes were cold, making him even more handsome than the hottest male celebrity in the entertainment industry at the moment.
Swish.
The two cars brushed past each other and disappeared into each other's rearview mirrors.
Ye Wushuang lowered her head to fiddle with her mobile phone and did not notice this scene.
【Ding! Trial mission published.】
As the system's prompt sounded, a line of text that others could not see appeared before her eyes.
【Trial mission（1）: Obtain the champion of this monthly exam at Flying Bird Academy.】
"Although I have not experienced institutionalized education, I have also received knowledge training in all aspects within the organization. Summarizing the Grade 12 knowledge, taking the championship should be easy," she whispered to herself.
An hour later, the bus stopped at the entrance of Feiao High School.
Ye Wushuang got off the bus. In front of her was a musical fountain, and in the middle of the fountain stood a giant white book sculpture with nine characters carved into the book:
Strive for the cause of education for a lifetime.
Because this was the best elite school in the city, the students and family members coming and going all wore branded clothes and carried expensive accessories.
Only Ye Wushuang was an exception.
She wore an outdated white short-sleeved shirt, paired with blue jeans washed to the point of fading. The canvas shoes on her feet were yellowing at the edges, and there were no extra accessories on her single ponytail besides a hair tie.
She was completely out of place with everything around her.
And naturally, she attracted the attention of others.
"Holy crap, who is this hillbilly? There are no transfer students in the school, right?"
"Who else could it be? Whose family is the poorest in the whole school? It's School Hunk Shen's hillbilly fiancée!"
"Ye Wushuang? No way, I remember Ye Wushuang was ugly as hell, that thick fringe made her look like a female ghost. How could she be this beautiful!"
"Are you stupid? She brushed her fringe up. I'm even a little bit heart-beaten..."
"Hurry up and take a snapshot to send to others!"
As if they had discovered a new continent, many students took out their mobile phones and started taking snapshots of Ye Wushuang.
Some boys were even staring directly in a daze.
Ye Wushuang is too beautiful today!
She carried her bag on one shoulder, both hands casually in her pockets, her back straight, her pace calm. Her clear and cold black pupils were soul-stirring, and the chill that occasionally leaked from the corner of her eyes also made people feel fearful.
With this cold and cool temperament, they would even believe it if someone said she was an assassin!
"Tch, isn't it just a change of hairstyle? What's there to be surprised about."
Some girls had expressions of disdain, their words sour.
But no matter how sour they were, they could not cover up Ye Wushuang's beauty, and this matter spread wildly throughout the campus.
By the time Ye Wushuang followed the route in her memory and arrived at the entrance of the Grade 12 （Class 2） classroom, the whole class knew she had undergone a transformation.
They looked at Ye Wushuang with cold eyes one by one, their young faces full of disgust and dislike.
"Yo, the hillbilly really turned beautiful!"
"So what if she's beautiful? As soon as she arrives, I can smell the scent that only poor people have. It's disgusting."
"Stop talking, if you say any more, I'm going to throw up my breakfast."
"Back then, Old Master Shen wanted to stuff Ye Wushuang into Class 1 to be with School Hunk Shen. But the vice-principal was also afraid that Ye Wushuang would drag the class down if she went to Class 1, destroying the study atmosphere of the elite class.
Therefore, they only symbolically arranged her in our （Class 2）."
"It's all Ye Wushuang's fault. Why doesn't she just die, damn it!"
Ye Wushuang walked into the classroom.
Today was the day to change seats. To encourage students to make more friends, the school stipulated that everyone could change seats freely on a first-come, first-served basis.
Ye Wushuang picked an empty seat. Before she could even put her bag down, the girl at the same desk slapped the desk and looked up with a hypocritical smile:
"Sorry, this place is taken. She went to the restroom."
As soon as the words were spoken, someone snickered.
There was no one in this position at all, okay? They just didn't want to be desk-mates with Ye Wushuang!
Ye Wushuang swept a faint glance at the girl and went to another empty seat nearby.
Before she could even walk over, the girl next to the empty seat stood up and said impatiently:
"This place is also taken. Change to another place."
Who the hell wants to be desk-mates with Ye Wushuang?
This time, there were a few more people snickering.
Ye Wushuang narrowed her eyes slightly, a chill gathering in her pupils.
Just at this moment, a boy with quite a few pimples on his face raised his hand and said loudly:
"Me, me, me! I have an empty seat here!"
Ye Wushuang turned and went in the boy's direction.
Just as she was about to put her bag on the chair, the boy stepped on the chair, and the friendliness on his face was replaced by arrogance and disdain:
"But this empty seat of mine is reserved for people to sit in. You, this hillbilly, are unworthy!"
"Hahahaha!"
The whole class burst into laughter, unable to hold it back no matter how they tried.
The boy's expression became increasingly smug.
Ye Wushuang thought to herself:
How did the last person who provoked her like this die again?
She let go of her bag and slammed a punch heavily onto the boy's face!
"Ah—" the boy howled.
Following that, Ye Wushuang kicked the boy in the abdomen, directly kicking him onto the floor!
The boy's facial features were twisted in pain, and he couldn't even say half a word!
"Now, am I worthy of sitting here?" Ye Wushuang asked coldly.
She was best at reasoning with people.
The logic of physics.
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