No reconciliation, no forgiveness! Mr. Pei leaves with nothing.

Jiang Hua is indeed a rebellious person. The more you ask her to do something, the more she will do the opposite. Since entering the school, she has not been able to get into jewelry design, which she likes. Just looking at it makes her feel annoyed. In class, she would rather daydream than listen to a single word.

The moment Jiang Hua arrived at the school, she was completely lost; she didn't know what she wanted to do.

In her past life, it was all for Pei Zhan, so... what about this life?

In this life, Jiang Hua felt like she was living like a walking corpse, drifting aimlessly.

"Mr. Pei, I have a performance to rehearse today, so please stop at Building No. 7 in front."

The car changed direction ahead. "A TV program will be coming to interview you this afternoon. You can refuse if you don't want to."

Song Qingran: "I... have already refused."

"I'm only a freshman now, and I want to focus on finishing my studies and quietly wait until I graduate."

Pei Zhan: "Okay."

"Is my...brother...alright now?"

At the corner of the school building's main gate, a familiar figure walked into the teaching building carrying a violin, flashing by in an instant, until only the hem of a dress was visible.

Jiang Hua arrived at violin classroom 302 quite early; there were hardly any people in the classroom at this time.

She casually found a seat and sat down.

It took no more than five minutes.

A loud noise came from the next classroom—the sound of fireworks exploding.

"Qingran, congratulations!"

"I never expected you to receive Vik's invitation. You really made our class monitor proud."

"That's right. Among the freshmen, only your work was able to make it to the Vik stage."

Jiang Hua sat at the back of the classroom and took out her violin. Compared to the liveliness next door, the violin classroom seemed particularly deserted.

The curtains by the window were blown by the wind, bringing with them the heat and stuffiness that made her feel a little uncomfortable in her chest.

Song Qingran's voice rang out gently, "Actually, it's nothing. I was just lucky. I often post some of my own jewelry design drafts on social media platforms. I didn't expect to receive an invitation from Viki Company, which gave me this opportunity to showcase my work."

Song Qingran understood how this opportunity came about.

In just one hour, Song Qingran stepped onto the Vik stage, was featured on a Kyoto TV program, and quickly became a sensation.

They elevated a girl from an impoverished family to a position that many people could only dream of.

All of this was given to her by Pei Zhan. Rather than saying it was given, it would be more accurate to say that Pei Zhan personally built connections for Song Qingran, paving the way for her future...

Was his purpose in doing this so that Song Qingran would be a good match for him in the future and wouldn't be criticized?

that's true!

Although Pei Zhan was an orphan and did not graduate from a prestigious university, his starting point was lower than anyone else's. However, his vision, foresight, methods, and decisive decision-making were not something that everyone could possess. He was like a 'god' who came from an ancient battlefield, wielding only a sword, fighting bravely and bloodily, and carving out a path to survival.

He rose from a lowly sales clerk to the position of president of Jiang's Group in just two or three years, and in those few years, he delivered a perfect performance for Jiang's Group, generating revenue that was more than a hundred times greater.

From the very beginning, being ridiculed, having an unrecognizable birth…

Having come this far... no one dares to underestimate him.

His status is now vastly different from what it used to be, so how could Pei Zhan allow the person he loves to be utterly useless!

Thinking back on how I used to pursue Pei Zhan, it all seems so pointless now.

Not long after, the sound of arguing came from the doorway.

"...You want us to be quiet? Teacher, are you kidding me? This 303 has always been our territory. If you don't like us, just move out."

Another person chimed in, "I think the basketball court is fine. Aren't we supposed to practice? Can't we practice anywhere?"

"You bunch of country bumpkins, you want to learn classical dance? Do you even know how to learn it? Otherwise, you'll become a laughing stock when you go on stage."

Soon someone else retorted, arguing, "Say it again."

"What, you dare to lay a hand on me? Do you know who I am?"

Jiang Hua had already recognized that sharp and sarcastic voice from the teacher behind the wall.

Song Qingran quickly stepped forward to act as a peacemaker, "Alright, stop arguing. We'll just change classrooms. This classroom is indeed the one the senior student has been using; we just didn't ask clearly enough."

"I'm sorry, Senior Shen, we'll leave now."

Two girls walked in through the door, discussing, "Let's not watch this commotion; we can't afford to mess with Shen Bao'er..."

"Hmm, let's stay in the classroom and practice on our own."

Finally, they noticed that sitting by the back door was a person who was so fair-skinned that she seemed to glow, and who was extremely beautiful.

"Who are you? Are you new here? I haven't seen you in the last few classes."

"By the way, what brand is this piano? I don't think I've seen this model before. Is it a Glovia?"

Jiang Hua didn't look up. "Why should I tell you? Are we that close?"

One sentence left the two people on the other side speechless.

"Just one question for you, what's so great about it?"

The other party didn't give Jiang Hua a friendly look either.

The arguing outside hadn't stopped. "They all smell like tea and stinks. It's so unlucky. I'm not happy today. I'm not rehearsing."

Imperial University holds a welcome party for new students. Each department that participates in the program can earn academic credits, and at the end of the year, they can also participate in the scholarship selection. Such activities are an opportunity for some poor students who cannot afford tuition at Imperial University.

As many people gradually entered the classroom.

Sitting next to Jiang Hua, the girl gently tugged at her friend's sleeve, "Isn't she on our performance list?"

"Judging from her appearance, she seems to be a novice. We hope she doesn't become a burden to us. We're going to the largest theater in the capital city."

The noise from the argument outside was so loud that Jiang Hua couldn't hear what they were saying.

The faculty at Imperial University is among the best in China, and even within the entire university; some are art scholars and professors.

"Let's flip back to the sheet music from last time and practice it again."

after class.

Jiang Hua's arms were a little sore, and she was about to take a sip of water when she saw the teacher on the stage walk up to her. "You're not from the music department? But you played very well. The rhythm and technique were spot on. Did you study before?"

Jiang Hua nodded, "I've learned a little."

In a moment, everyone's eyes were on them.

Teacher: "Play a short piece, I'd like to listen to it alone. If it's alright, I hope you can play the first piece when we perform at the theater next week."

"I'm not interested, and I don't want to participate in the competition." Jiang Hua packed up her violin and left the classroom.

Jiang Hua's arrogant and disrespectful attitude made the professor in front of him turn pale with anger. "I've never seen a student like you who doesn't respect his teacher."

"Don't come to my class next time, you're not welcome!"

Jiang Hua, carrying her bag, left without looking back.

The elevator entrance was congested at this time.

"Song Qingran, I think not only do you look like a green tea bitch, but even the way you fall down is disgusting."

"Have you taken any green tea training courses? How much does it cost per session? I'd like to see what it's like and learn from it, otherwise... I won't have a man who cares about me."