Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

The teacher snorted and returned to the podium, slapping the table. "Stop looking. No matter how beautiful a fairy is, she's not yours. But knowledge is yours. Get good grades and go to a good university. There are plenty of pretty girls like you in university."

The teacher skillfully made empty promises and lied without batting an eye; he seemed to be a seasoned criminal.

Looking at the restless classroom, Yan Siming couldn't help but sigh. The ancients' saying that a harbinger of disaster can bring ruin to a country was truly accurate. He was just passing by, yet these students had already lost all interest in their studies.

Within a minute, multiple posts flooded the school's online forum: "Let me tell you about the stunning beauty I saw today," "What does a fairy look like?" and "Is this kind of beauty even possible for a human?"

Shen Chumo, who had already caused a sensation, looked at Yan Siming with an innocent expression, her eyes clear like a spring in the Tianshan Mountains, as if she didn't understand why they were doing this.

Yan Siming's heart skipped a beat. He let out a breath. It wasn't her fault. What could she have done wrong? She was just good-looking. If anyone was to blame, it was these people who were out of their minds. Didn't they know that this would scare Shen Chumo?

Yan Siming's eyes swept over them fiercely. Some of them recognized Yan Siming and were so frightened that they immediately scurried back inside.

Yan Siming's name was well-known at Mingde High School. He, Gu Beicheng, and Su Jingyu were collectively known as the "Three Tyrants of Mingde." Because of their prominent family background, the teachers usually turned a blind eye as long as the trouble didn't go too far.

Therefore, at Mingde, most students dare not provoke them.

Yan Si's renowned general, Shen Chumo, led him to the teacher's office, finally finding the place.

"Thank you so much, Yan." Shen Chumo clasped her hands together to thank Yan Siming, looking incredibly adorable, like an innocent elf.

Yan Siming's eyes darkened, and he smiled, "Since you're so grateful to me, why don't you treat me to lunch?"

Although Shen Chumo was a little surprised, she nodded and said, "Sure, let's exchange contact information then."

Yan Siming's smile widened as he looked at the WeChat message on his phone, as if he had received a precious treasure.

"Then I'll come find you at noon."

"Okay, you should go to class now."

After Yan Siming left, Shen Chumo realized that she had forgotten to tell him that she had already made plans with Shen Lin and Lu Ziyin for lunch. However, it didn't matter, the four of them could go together.

Shen Chumo walked into the office, her sweet voice reaching every teacher's ears: "Hello, I'm looking for Director Wu. Is Director Wu here?"

The teachers in the office all looked up when they heard the noise, and saw an extremely beautiful young girl standing at the door, looking into the office like a lost princess in a fairy tale.

Seeing that no one responded, Shen Chumo asked again, "Teacher, is Director Wu not here?"

The teachers finally snapped out of their daze and looked at Director Wu, who quickly stood up and ran to the door.

"You must be Shen Chumo, come in." Director Wu led Shen Chumo to his desk with great enthusiasm. He had received the news early in the morning that Miss Shen Chumo was transferring schools today. He had been waiting for this for a long time, and now she had finally arrived.

Director Wu opened the drawer, took out a brand-new packet of tea, skillfully brewed a cup of tea, and handed it to Shen Chumo.

Other teachers with sharp eyes noticed that the tea was the Da Hong Pao that Director Wu himself was reluctant to drink. It seems that Shen Chumo is not only beautiful, but also has a powerful background.

"Shen Chumo, are you thirsty? I just made you some tea, I don't know if you like it."

Shen Chumo took the teacup and sipped it with great elegance. Although it was an ordinary office, she managed to make it feel like she was in a high-class tea room.

"Thank you, Director Wu, this tea is quite good."

Director Wu's wrinkled face broke into a wide smile. "Your uncle already told me. You've brought all the documents, right? I'll get you admitted right away."

Shen Chumo took out the documents from her bag and handed them to Director Wu. After reviewing them and confirming that there were no problems, Director Wu said, "Shen Chumo, since you have just returned from F country, the international class seems to be more suitable for you. I will transfer you to the international class."

Shen Chumo refused, "Teacher, I want to go to the advanced class."

Director Wu paused, wondering if they had already gathered information beforehand.

He patiently explained, "The top class is assigned based on grades, and there are a fixed number of fifty seats. If you want to go to the top class but don't achieve the required grades, you won't be able to stay there for more than a month." It would be embarrassing to be kicked out for not meeting the grade requirements.

Shen Chumo did not back down after hearing this. Instead, she smiled and said, "Director Wu, I know all that you're saying. That's why I want to go to the advanced class."

As for my grades, you can give me any test paper. If I get the required score, I can transfer to the advanced class; if I don't, I'll go to another class. How about that?

Seeing Shen Chumo's confident demeanor, Director Wu couldn't bear to refuse. In his opinion, Shen Chumo had just returned from France, and her Chinese might not be fluent anymore.

The college entrance exam in Country Z is notoriously difficult, but since Shen Chumo made the request herself, he couldn't directly refuse her request.

He was afraid that such a delicate little girl would cry if she didn't do well on the exam.

Director Wu rummaged through the cabinet for test papers and took out a set of Grade 11 test papers for her. Shen Chumo looked at it with a bit of helplessness, "Director Wu, you must have taken the wrong test papers. These are Grade 11 papers."

Director Wu awkwardly scratched his head, "My old eyes are failing me, my old eyes are failing me." Under the watchful eyes of many teachers, Director Wu decided against showing favoritism and gave Shen Chumo a normal set of exam papers.

"This is the senior high school monthly exam paper from last month. Using this is the fairest way to conduct the exam, and no one else will have any objections."

After confirming that everything was correct, Shen Chumo picked up the test paper and began to write. Director Wu, seeing Shen Chumo's unwavering demeanor, became curious. Could it be that she really knew how to do it?

In the senior year of high school, Lu Ziyin was restless, staring at the classroom door. His pen twirled between his fingers. Half a class had already passed, but he hadn't turned a single page of the book on his desk.

Sitting next to her, Yan Shanshan felt something was off. She poked Lu Ziyin's arm with the tip of her pen and asked in a low voice, "Ziyin, are you feeling unwell?"

Lu Ziyin looked at Yan Shanshan and saw that Yan Shanshan's face was full of worry for him. His heart warmed and he said softly, "I'm fine. Focus on your class."

Yan Shanshan bit her lower lip, feeling a little uncomfortable. She secretly glanced at Lu Ziyin, as if Lu Ziyin was hiding something from her.

Yan Shanshan nudged Lu Ziyin with her arm again, then leaned closer and said, "Ziyin, thank you for taking me home last night. How about I treat you to lunch today?"