After I died, I became the white moonlight of the crazy villain.

I paused, hesitated, and turned around to see Song Chenhao standing behind me, looking at me with an impatient expression.

In my past life, until I transferred all of the Jiang family's shares to him, he always pretended to be very nice in front of me.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to be so unguarded with him later, leaving myself no way out and giving him everything.

This impatient and disgusted expression only began to surface after he had obtained all my assets.

At first, I just thought it was because it was the first time he had managed such a big company. My father had also passed away, and the shareholders were not easy to deal with. They would trip him up from time to time. He had nowhere to vent his frustrations at work, so he could only release them to his loved ones at home.

It was only later, when I was found to be addicted to drugs and kicked out of the Jiang family, that I realized he had only been with me from the beginning because of my family's money, and that he had never liked me.

But no matter what, he shouldn't have acted like that towards me at this time.

Moreover, in my past life, I had a monthly allowance of 100,000 yuan, and I would transfer half of it to him each time.

Fifty thousand a month is more than a high school student could ever spend.

So in my past life he never told me that I should send him 100,000 every month.

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

I took a deep breath, suppressing my suspicion and not showing it on my face. "What do you need 100,000 yuan for every month?"

Song Chenhao frowned, his eyes clearly showing displeasure, but he still explained to me, "There's an international artificial intelligence competition in two months, and I need to rent a lab and buy materials to participate in the competition."

My eyelids twitched suddenly, and my heart pounded wildly.

Although Song Chenhao did study artificial intelligence in college in his previous life, he was completely ignorant about it in high school.

Even if he did participate in the competition and win an award, that was during the second semester of his senior year.

But he's only a senior in high school, and he suddenly said he wanted to participate in this competition.

The only possibility is that he was also reborn with the memories of his previous life!

I clenched my fists, suppressing the hatred in my heart, and raised my head expressionlessly, deliberately raising my voice, "Song Chenhao, what do you take me for?"

He was startled by my sudden raised voice and seemed not to understand what I was up to.

Until I mustered my emotions, stared at him with bloodshot eyes, and loudly questioned him.

"Song Chenhao, I do like you, but do you think I'm stupid? Even if you don't like me, you can't use such a lame excuse to treat me like an ATM!"

My voice was very loud, and the students in the classroom could hear me clearly.

As soon as I finished speaking, the class, which had been playing around, immediately fell silent. Everyone was peering out of the windows, whispering among themselves about what "ATM" meant. Wasn't Song, the school heartthrob, a rich second-generation? How could he treat Jiang Wanying like an ATM?

Because of me in my past life, my parents helped Bian Jiahui and Song Chenhao transfer to the private school I attended.

Private schools are not like public schools, especially in Shanghai where land is extremely valuable; tuition alone can cost 70,000 to 80,000 yuan a year.

An average family's annual expenses are at most around 100,000 yuan, and those who are studying at our school generally have some money.

In addition, I feel that if you like someone, you should give them the best. Every time my mom buys me clothes, I will pick out a few for him as well. So, just by looking at his clothes, my classmates would talk to him in private and say that Song Chenhao must be a rich kid.

Caught off guard by my sudden remark, Song Chenhao's face darkened instantly.

Even if he now has the soul of a twenty-seven-year-old in his body, it cannot change the inferiority and arrogance etched into his bones.

He is most afraid of being looked down upon.

Perhaps afraid that I would bring up the fact that he was a student from a poor family again, he immediately interrupted me in a loud voice before I could even speak again.

"Jiang Wanying! What nonsense are you spouting! I just think this competition is very prestigious. Once the product is developed and wins an award, we can directly register a company, which will definitely attract a lot of investors. Once it goes public, the shareholders will definitely make a fortune. I'm asking you to contribute money now just so I can give you some shares later. Since you've taken my kindness for granted, just pretend I didn't say anything. What do you mean by treating you like an ATM!"

After finishing his sentence, Song Chenhao stormed back to the classroom in a huff.

When the students in the class heard him say that, they suddenly realized and exclaimed that Song Chenhao wanted to help me make money, but I didn't appreciate it and thought that he didn't like me, so I slandered him for treating me like an ATM and ruined his reputation.

In our class, everyone was either a second-generation heir to a family business or someone whose family owned at least a small factory.

Without going into too much detail, he definitely has tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan in pocket money.

Given that Song Chenhao had always been an excellent student, many people surrounded him when they heard about this lucrative project.

I ignored those people and turned to go to Ge Zeyu's class.

As soon as I walked to the back door, I saw him sitting in the corner of the last row, playing a game on his phone.

I walked up behind him and tugged at the hem of his shirt.

“Ge Zeyu”.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, and asked me if I needed anything.

I opened my mouth to speak, only to find that ever since I came in, everyone in their class had been staring at us with expressions of anticipation, as if they were waiting for a show to unfold.

Ge Zeyu and Song Chenhao are both prominent figures at school.

Song Chenhao is a good student and handsome, and is the school's undisputed heartthrob. Ge Zeyu is good-looking, but he is a student that all the school teachers find troublesome.

He was involved in everything from fighting and skipping classes to submitting blank exam papers.

Because the Ge family had been involved in politics for two generations, his status was such that no one, from the principal to the students, dared to say a word against him.

My feelings for Song Chenhao are practically common knowledge throughout the school. A few days ago, Ge Zeyu gave Song Chenhao a dressing-down at school, making a huge scene. Today, when I came to see him, everyone assumed I was there to avenge Song Chenhao.

I opened my mouth, then whispered, "I heard you're transferring schools. Can you stay?"

"You're the one who told me to stay away from someone as good as me, and you're also the one who told me not to transfer schools. Jiang Wanying, if you're so free, go after your Song Chenhao. Don't come here looking for trouble."

Ge Zeyu's fingers continued to tap on the screen.

Only when he received a notification on his phone that he had achieved a pentakill did he reach out and push open the back door of the classroom, trying to force me out.

In my anxiety, I didn't care whether anyone was around and blurted out, "Then I should say I don't like Song Chenhao, I like you!"

The classroom fell silent the moment I shouted.

All that remained was the clear sound of Ge Zeyu's phone falling to the ground.