This person was exactly Ji Shen.
He had just come out of the Principal's Office.
The Principal's Office was at the end of the small grove.
"Is there something you need?" he asked with polite gentlemanly grace, his every gesture embodying the demeanor of a noble young master.
Ye Wushuang had saved his grandfather, and for this reason alone, he could treat her with patience, setting her apart from other women.
"Before answering that question, I want to know, are you wearing perfume?"
A hint of urgency appeared in Ye Wushuang's black pupils.
In her past life, she had also tried using perfume to help with sleep, but no scent could improve her sleep, not even aromatherapy.
She did not know what the scent on Ji Shen's body actually was.
"No."
Ji Shen lowered his head to look at his arm, which was tightly gripped by the young girl, his gaze flickering slightly.
The warmth from the young girl's palm was continuously seeping into his blood vessels.
Indeed, even for someone as cold as him, the blood was still hot.
"You have something to ask me?"
Ye Wushuang gripped him even tighter, lifting her small, palm-sized face: "I want to sleep with you, every night."
Ji Shen: "?"
A trace of astonishment flashed across his exceptionally handsome face.
Are children these days all this bold?
"You have a special aroma on you that can only be detected when close; this scent can cure my insomnia, so I want to lie by your side to sleep."
Ye Wushuang explained her purpose.
Heaven knows how much she longed for a peaceful sleep.
She was even a bit annoyed that she hadn't stood closer to him when she took his business card earlier, as she could have discovered it sooner.
The man remained in silence, seemingly digesting this rather rare situation.
A moment later, he nodded slightly, his voice elegant: "If your parents do not mind, I can fulfill your requirement."
She was his grandfather's lifesaver.
And he was single, had no fiancée, and did not need to consider other issues.
Simply sleeping together was not impossible.
"Thank you." Ye Wushuang released Ji Shen's wrist, restoring her previously cold appearance.
"You're welcome." Ji Shen glanced at his watch.
"School ends at five-thirty. At that time, I will arrange for a driver to pick you up at the School Gate. If there are no other questions, I will head back to the company first."
The Ji Family had a branch company in Yan City.
"Mm."
Ye Wushuang nodded and continued walking toward the old teaching building.
About five minutes later, Ye Wushuang arrived at her destination.
This differed from the teaching building in her memories.
In the original owner's memory, the old teaching building only had exterior wall plaster that had been eroded over time, making the color look ugly, but all other facilities were in perfect condition.
However, the teaching building before her eyes looked exactly like an abandoned haunted house from a horror movie; large patches of wall plaster had fallen off, and in some places, one could even see the red bricks. Weeds grew wildly outside the building, with the tallest one being taller than Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang frowned slightly and, following the signpost, arrived at the entrance of Grade 12 Class 7.
The classroom door was tightly shut, and the door was covered in strange graffiti.
She pushed the door open.
She saw everyone inside kneeling on one knee in unison. Those young High School Students had their left hands behind their backs and their right hands stretched toward her, as if waiting for the favor of a God, while muttering:
"Wise and mighty Queen, please ascend the throne, wave your scepter, and dispel the mist and darkness!"
Slap.
Ye Wushuang closed the door with an expressionless face.
She paused for a few seconds.
She opened the door again.
"Wise and mighty Queen, please ascend the throne, wave your scepter, and dispel the mist and darkness!"
The repeated action, the repeated lines, the repeated crowd, as if they had used copy and paste.
Ye Wushuang: "..."
"Queen, don't close the door, your way of opening it was not a problem!"
The leading boy, for fear that Ye Wushuang would close the door again, quickly got up and walked in front of Ye Wushuang.
He had delicate features, dyed short hair in silver-white, wore an earring, and had a skull ring on his hand, looking trendy and rebellious.
"I am Jian Jiaoyang, you can call me Jiaoyang."
"We in Class Seven have a rule: whoever has the highest combat power is the Boss."
"Before you came, I was the Boss of Class Seven, but during the flag-raising ceremony, I was standing in the front row and saw the recording of you beating people up."
"I am certain I cannot beat you, so I decided to abdicate and yield the position. From now on, you are the Boss of Class Seven, title: Queen!"
As his words landed, the surrounding students let out a "Woohoo" cheer.
Ye Wushuang did not want to mind these Chuunibyou students, so she found a quiet corner to sit down and read.
"The Queen is so cold... but it's precisely because she is so cold and cool that we want to call her Queen!"
"The Queen is so beautiful, shouldn't we arrange a spot for her on the Campus Belle Ranking?"
"Arrange it, it must be arranged! Everyone vote, Class Seven cannot lose face!"
The students were high-spirited, but Jian Jiaoyang chuckled: "I won't vote for the Queen, you guys cheer for her."
"You're going to vote for your Girlfriend, right?" Everyone rolled their eyes.
The Class Bell rang.
There were four classes in the morning, but the corresponding four teachers did not come, and all the courses turned into self-study.
If students from other classes encountered this, they would definitely report it to the relevant department, angrily scolding whether their tuition fees were paid in vain.
But for the Class Seven students, they only said it was great.
Isn't it nice to eat, sleep, and play games during self-study?
The students were too lazy to study, the teachers were too lazy to teach, and both sides had a tacit understanding; no one reported it.
This also led to the academic performance of Class Seven getting worse and worse.
Ye Wushuang did not care about these things.
She only wanted to take the Monthly Exam Champion title.
Lunch time arrived.
Some students in Class Seven chose to go to the cafeteria, while some decided to eat outside the school.
Seeing that Ye Wushuang was still buried in her book, looking very serious, they did not disturb her.
When Ye Wushuang looked up again, the classroom was empty, and the world was left with only the "rustling" sound of the breeze brushing against the leaves.
She closed her textbook and set off to eat outside the school.
As a Noble High School, the price of food in the Flying Bird Academy cafeteria was not low, and her wallet could not afford it.
She found an empty, affordable restaurant, ordered a cheap and filling egg fried rice, and sat in an inconspicuous corner.
Halfway through her meal, the restaurant welcomed a second customer, who was none other than the former Boss of Grade 12 Class 7, Jian Jiaoyang.
This made Ye Wushuang feel slightly Unexpected.
Except for her, everyone at Flying Bird Academy was from an Influential Family, and Jian Jiaoyang was even more of an outstanding one among them, because the Jian Family was also one of the old established wealthy families in Yan City.
How could such a son of an Influential Family appear in a place with this level of consumption?
Clang!
The restaurant door was pushed open forcefully, and a few Thugs arrived.
Perhaps because Jian Jiaoyang's silver-white hair was too eye-catching, they noticed Jian Jiaoyang first.
The leading young man sat directly opposite Jian Jiaoyang:
"Yo, isn't this the young master of the Jian Family? What's the matter, not eating steak or seafood today, coming to a small restaurant to experience the life of the common people?"
"Say what you have to say and get it over with." Jian Jiaoyang was full of impatience.
The young man was also straightforward: "I'm short on money, give me some money to spend?"
"I think you're short on fatherly love and want to acknowledge me as your dad!" Jian Jiaoyang was not someone easy to bully and retorted directly.
This posture of asking for money right away was indeed no different from a Son asking his father for Pocket Money.
"How the hell are you talking to Brother Chen?" The Thugs surrounded Jian Jiaoyang:
"Are you looking for a Slap?"
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