Quick Transmigration: Host, Please Be a Mute Beauty

Shen Feiwan was the class representative for Chinese, and the Chinese teacher favored her. She quietly tugged at the man's sleeve, then said loudly, "Director, Shen Feiwan is one of our class's top students. How could she do such a thing? On the contrary, the student who reported her is a repeat student, and her studies are very poor. What she says is not credible."

The dean's expression softened, and he looked at Jiang Qiao, "Student, do you have any evidence?"

Jiang Qiao never expected that Shen Feiwan was someone with connections.

“The director can see the surveillance footage. It was those three who took me to the abandoned teaching building. And, director, I don’t think a Chinese teacher should judge a student’s worth based on academic performance. Last time, I even saw the Chinese teacher and the physics teacher—never mind, let’s not talk about that. Anyway, the surveillance footage is my evidence.”

She spoke sincerely.

When the Chinese teacher heard Jiang Qiao mention her relationship with the physics teacher, she immediately took a step back and quickly looked at the dean of students' expressions.

She pointed at Jiang Qiao, her eyes wide, as if Jiang Qiao had hit the nail on the head, "Jiang Qiao, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

Jiang Qiao brushed aside her thick bangs; she was already crying. Looking at the head teacher, she said, "Head teacher, the Chinese teacher and the physics teacher are nothing, just pretend you didn't hear that! After all, the world is going to the dogs, and what the teachers did was really wrong. I just mentioned it casually. But right now, the most important thing is that I want to report Shen Feiwan and those three women. The old toilet stinks." (And the white-clad female ghost.)

Chinese teacher: Is that what you call mentioning something casually?

The dean's face grew increasingly dark. Jiang Qiao could see that dark energy was emanating from him, and faint black lines appeared on his face. The Chinese teacher and students immediately lowered their heads.

Jiang Qiao was shocked. No wonder the school rules said not to mess with the dean of students. This wasn't an NPC, it was a ghost!

"You three classmates, tell me yourselves." The beer-bellied man's voice was chillingly cold.

Yu Zhiyan was most afraid. When she saw the dean of students like this, she was so frightened that she said, "Director, I'm sorry, it was our fault. We will definitely not do it again. I apologize to Jiang Qiao."

Shen Feiwan also smiled, saying that she had witnessed the director commit murder before.

"Director, I'm sorry, we know we were wrong. We just wanted to play a prank, and nothing bad has happened. Director, I also apologize to Jiang Qiao."

Seeing this, Ye Qingqing could only apologize as well.

Jiang Qiao watched coldly. She only wanted to teach these three people a lesson today. She knew that the director wouldn't do anything to Shen Feiwan. Qing Teng No. 1 Middle School loved its students the most, and good students were "gods". They wouldn't be severely punished.

Jiang Qiao suffered the torment of being locked in the toilet, and she will retaliate in an even more disgusting way. She is doing this for the reward that the head teacher mentioned, just in case it works!

Seeing how well the three students behaved, the dean's expression softened considerably. Jiang Qiao's guess was correct; he didn't want to punish the three students severely.

Shen Feiwan often represents the school in speech contests. She has a great image and often wins the top three places, bringing a lot of honor to the school.

"In that case, Jiang Qiao, are you willing to forgive them?"

The man's voice, though questioning, brooked no refusal.

Jiang Qiao naturally went along with him, saying with great emotion, "I do."

Then he added, "Director, about that award..."

The head of the teaching department was an inviolable authority, and he found the feeling of being feared quite appealing.

"Jiang Qiao bravely reported the incident, and was awarded the position of class monitor."

Ye Qingqing, the former class monitor of Class 7: They just fired me like that?

Jiang Qiao: What kind of reward is this?

She doesn't want to be the class monitor!

After the dean of students left, he gave the Chinese teacher a sharp look, clearly doubting Jiang Qiao's words.

Now things are really messed up; the Chinese class can't go on. Jiang Qiao's tendency to report others has made her the target of everyone's criticism.

Her classmates all gave her malicious looks, especially the three who had been reported.

However, Jiang Qiao didn't care at all. In her previous life, the original owner committed suicide. Apart from Xu Yichen and Shu Xiaoli, who in this class hadn't targeted her?

"Jingle Bell--"

get out of class has ended.

Today is Friday, there's no evening study session, so I can go home.

Jiang Qiao was quite satisfied with one thing today: she didn't have any homework.

Just then, Shen Feiwan spoke up.

"Teacher, you forgot to assign homework!"

Jiang Qiao: You son of a bitch! You think you're so studious? I'm the class monitor, but I'm not as studious as you!

The Chinese teacher stopped walking and looked at Shen Feiwan with a satisfied expression. "Then do those two test papers!"

……

This school is really strange; the main gate is badly damaged, and the gatekeeper is glaring fiercely at Jiang Qiao.

what's the situation?

[Host, you are cursed, to the point that some NPCs also dislike you.]

Jiang Qiao: "Fine! I'm just someone everyone dislikes..."

Jiang Qiao needs to take bus number 444 home, which has eight stops.

She keenly noticed that the passengers on the bus didn't like her very much, especially the old lady sitting behind her. The old lady's withered face was getting closer and closer to her, and the smell of old age was becoming more and more unpleasant.

Jiang Qiao couldn't take it anymore and quickly turned around, meeting those misty eyes. "Grandma, don't you have a granddaughter? It feels like you've fallen in love with me, standing so close to me!"

Hearing this, the old man moved away from Jiang Qiao, saying meaningfully, "Granddaughter? She's been dead for three years, hasn't she? She was about your age, and she was my own...hehehe—"

Although Jiang Qiao wasn't afraid of that face, the old man's words sent chills down her spine: Did he kill him with his own hands?

This terrifying dungeon is truly insane!

Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Qiao finally arrived at the familiar neighborhood.

The name of the residential community is Wenyi Jiayuan.

Jiang Qiao looked at these interconnected tenement buildings and felt that they were not pleasant at all.

Her home is in the middle building, on the seventh floor.

The original owner's family was just an ordinary middle-class family. The father, Jiang Junsheng, was a taxi driver, and the mother, Li Qiushuang, was a saleswoman. Their salaries were just enough to support two children.

Jiang Qiao is their only daughter. Jiang's parents have some patriarchal tendencies. They wanted to have another child, but Jiang's mother's health prevented her from having any more children because of Jiang Qiao's birth.

The original owner was very stupid and had poor grades since childhood. So when Jiang Qiao was six years old, her parents adopted a four-year-old boy from an orphanage. His name was Shi Chuan.

Since Shi Chuan came to the Jiang family, one of the few favors Jiang's parents gave her has been divided. This is partly the reason for the original owner's inferiority complex, because she felt that she was disliked by her parents.

Jiang Qiao didn't have much affection for this non-blood-related younger brother. They were only two years apart in age and usually didn't speak to each other when they met.