A top student transmigrates into a book: Reborn in the 90s and rises to prominence.

Thanks to Shao Moli's help, those negative posts were gradually pushed down, and then everyone started to share their true feelings.

While browsing on her own, Shao Wanwan saw a popular post that had been upvoted a thousand times.

After clicking on it, Shao Wanwan was very surprised. The post was titled "She told me that menstruation is not shameful."

When Shao Wanwan clicked on it, she found several pictures inside, all of which were public service flyers promoting menstruation that she had placed on the newspaper and magazine shelf in the supermarket.

The content of this flyer was made by her, the publicity department of the People's Hospital, and the Women's Federation of the neighborhood. She paid for printing these flyers, but the popular science content was written by professional doctors. The Women's Federation was responsible for placing them at some publicity points. Everyone contributed.

Shao Wanwan initially thought that this matter might not receive support, but to her surprise, the staff at the Women's Federation work station near the school kept praising her for thinking things through and for her having good ideas, saying that college students are full of energy.

They agreed that once she printed it out and the content was approved, they would post it on the bulletin board and place it on the free newspaper and magazine rack below the bulletin board for anyone who was interested to take.

Shao Wanwan didn't expect anyone to give lectures to girls who didn't understand; this was already very good.

Originally, she just wanted to do her part, because sometimes shame means constraint and compromise.

But I didn't expect it to attract so much attention.

The comments under this popular post include many positive ones, but even more negative ones.

Most of the posts were anonymous, saying that menstruation was such a dirty thing to talk about in public, and that schools were sacred places and shouldn't be associated with or defiled...

Similar comments were countless, making Shao Wanwan's eyeballs throb with pain.

Finding that person through the school's forums and online communities would be incredibly easy, but Shao Wanwan's original intention wasn't to start a war of words or provoke conflict. She simply wanted more girls to understand what menstruation is, and to take good care of themselves during those days, without feeling ashamed or criticizing themselves when they feel unwell.

So she suppressed the urge to follow the internet and find these bastards.

She started compiling member information again and then registering them.

Print out the membership list quickly; it will be easier to register points later.

There are still very few people who know how to use computers. The few employees she hired, including Sun Xiaomei and Zhao Hui, don't know how to use computers, so using computers to accumulate points is nothing short of a pipe dream. Some things can't be rushed. What she needs to do now is print out the employee roster.

Once the roster is printed out, it will be convenient for employees to keep track of the numbers; they can simply look up the roster based on the membership card number.

After Shao Wanwan finished her work, her counselor called her.

Then Shao Wanwan answered.

"International Women's Day is just around the corner. Our school is having a debate with a few other schools on women's issues. It's a friendly competition. Would you be interested in participating?" The counselor asked directly without any small talk.

Shao Wanwan frowned slightly. She remembered that the school had a dedicated debate team. Usually, these kinds of competitions, which were called friendly matches, were actually very competitive. Each school would send their best players. When did they start sending their own professional players?

Shao Wanwan instinctively refused.

The words of refusal were still lingering on the receiver when the counselor said softly, "This is actually a very good opportunity for training. I know you are very busy, but this was personally selected by the school leaders, and Jiang Zheyuan is also involved. The school has high hopes for you, and the credits are very high. Why don't you call Jiang Zheyuan and discuss it with him?"

Although the counselor's tone hadn't changed, it had already made its meaning clear: it was difficult to refuse, and it was best not to refuse. Professor Jiang probably already knew.

Shao Wanwan knew that whether she went or not, Jiang Zheyuan would definitely inform her.

Today, Jiang Zheyuan is organizing the school's spring sports meet. Shao Wanwan doesn't have any events and doesn't want to stay at school, but to show her support for the class, she generously agreed to have all the water for her class.

They had ten cases of bottled water and ten cases of cola delivered; they couldn't even finish drinking them all.

Then, she sponsored the clothes needed for the sports meet by printing an advertisement in the lower left corner.

Everyone practically idolizes Shao Wanwan.

God of Wealth!

After that, no one said anything about whether she showed up in class or not.

After all, even though she didn't participate in the project, other classes were extremely envious of their class, and some of their close friends even came over to freeload water.

Jiang Zheyuan knew that Shao Wanwan had too many things to do at the supermarket, so he brought her there.

After a busy morning at the supermarket, she was just about to grab a quick bite when she received a call from her counselor.

Shao Moli signed up for the sprint and 4x100-meter relay at the sports meet.

If you win an award, you will also receive academic credits.

Shao Wanwan planned to watch the game after finishing her work at the supermarket.

After hanging up the counselor's call, she was in a daze for a while when her phone rang again. Sure enough, it was Jiang Zheyuan calling.

"My advisor called me and asked me to participate in a debate competition. Did you also receive a call?" Jiang Zheyuan asked softly.

Shao Wanwan smiled slightly. She knew that Jiang Zheyuan wouldn't make a decision without consulting her.

"Yeah, I called. My sister has a competition this afternoon, and I want to go watch it, cheer her on, and hand out some flyers at the sports meet. I'll be there in a bit, let's talk when we meet!" Shao Wanwan replied.

"I'm coming to pick you up." Since Jiang Liyan resigned, Jiang Zheyuan has been following her around all the time, but he has also begun to look for someone to protect her, no matter what, he has to get through the time of the car chase last year.

Shao Wanwan initially wanted to refuse and go herself.

But thinking that Jiang Zheyuan would definitely be worried, and that the school was only a 20-minute drive from the supermarket (about 7 or 8 minutes by car), she didn't refuse.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Hui came over after finishing her work and said, "The supermarket isn't too busy today. Aren't you having a sports meet? Go have some fun with your classmates! We can manage."

Zhao Hui sometimes felt sorry for Shao Wanwan.

While other students in college spend a lot of time shopping with classmates, going to karaoke, or traveling nearby, she only thinks about business and making money.

Once, Zhao Hui asked Shao Moli if it was difficult to get first place in their school.

Shao Moli said it was difficult, not much easier than getting a high score on the college entrance exam.

Zhao Hui then realized how difficult it was, because Shao Wanwan seemed to handle it all with such ease.

It must have been incredibly tough.

If you care about someone, you care about everything about them. Zhao Hui just felt that Shao Wanwan should have more fun while she was young and shouldn't be so obsessed with money.