A crazy beauty has an island, and a powerful figure from that era dotes on her.

At that moment, Jian Qingyi's casual, insincere remark moved Jian Zhongliang to tears.

A kind heart can never compare to a silver tongue.

This is……

A realistic society, realistic people's hearts.

“Yiyi, you are my own daughter. It is only right for me to do anything for you. How could I make things difficult for you?!” Jian Zhongliang felt a tightness in his chest.

A teenage girl should be carefree, but this young lady is always preoccupied with worries.

Thinking about how he had neglected his youngest daughter over the years, Jian Zhongliang felt even more guilty.

Finally, Jian Qingyi received another twenty silver dollars.

Two large bills may not seem like much to Jian Qingyi, whose net worth is about to break the thousand-yuan mark, but even a small amount is still something.

When they parted ways at the gate of Nancheng Middle School, Jian Qingyi still waved to her sugar daddy with a smile on her face.

"Jian Qingyi!"

A round-faced girl with two braids ran across the street from the bus stop.

A white shirt with a ruffled collar paired with dark blue denim overalls makes a round-faced girl look lively and cute.

Using the original owner's memories, Jian Qingyi quickly found the name of the round-faced girl.

Zhang Xiaomei...

The original owner's deskmate and best friend.

She was also the "other people's child" that parents always talked about.

Not only is she an excellent student, but she also sings and dances quite well.

At school, whether it's teachers or students, everyone gives Zhang Xiaomei a thumbs up.

"Jian Qingyi, do you know who I just saw?" Zhang Xiaomei warmly reached out and took her arm.

"Who?" Jian Qingyi glanced at her sideways.

"Jian Xiaojing and Zhuo Shuliang." Zhang Xiaomei glanced around mysteriously, making sure no one was paying attention, before lowering her voice to say.

"What's so secret about the two of them walking together?" Jian Qingyi barely managed to suppress the urge to roll her eyes.

Those two go to and from school together every single day.

“It’s not about going together, it’s…” Zhang Xiaomei’s lips moved, looking very embarrassed.

"What is it?" Jian Qingyi's curiosity was instantly ignited.

Zhang Xiaomei looked around warily, then leaned close to Jian Qingyi's ear and whispered something.

Jian Qingyi rolled her eyes speechlessly.

It's not worth making such a fuss over a tear.

"Do you think they're dating?" Zhang Xiaomei winked at Jian Qingyi.

"Don't worry about that, they definitely won't get together," Jian Qingyi chuckled.

Zhuo Shuliang...

At best, he could only be considered Jian Xiaojing's lapdog.

Why call him a "lickspittle" instead of a "backup plan"? Because his family background, barely enough to make ends meet, was not even within Li Meiqian's or Jian Xiaojing's consideration.

If it weren't for his decent grades and ability to tutor Jian Xiaojing and fill in her gaps in her knowledge, Jian Xiaojing probably wouldn't even give him a chance to flatter her.

“But they seem to get along quite well,” Zhang Xiaomei said, puzzled.

"How about we make a bet?" Jian Qingyi was too lazy to argue with her.

"What are we betting on?" Zhang Xiaomei asked.

“If they get together, I’ll give you a hundred yuan. If they don’t, you give me a hundred yuan,” Jian Qingyi said directly.

“One hundred yuan…” Zhang Xiaomei squinted at Jian Qingyi.

I strongly suspect she peeked into her piggy bank hidden under the bed.

"Scared?" Jian Qingyi deliberately provoked her.

"Who's afraid? Let's bet." Zhang Xiaomei, who was always easily provoked, fell for it.

As she spoke, she even held up her little finger towards Jian Qingyi...

Jian Qingyi immediately ticked the box.

Zhang Xiaomei: "Pinky promise, never to change for a hundred years."

“Unchanged!” Jian Qingyi smiled.

She's guaranteed to win that hundred dollars!

"Jian Qingyi, I feel like you've become a completely different person." Zhang Xiaomei stared intently at Jian Qingyi's radiant face.

Before, this girl was so quiet you couldn't get a word out of her, like a gourd with its mouth sawed off. Whenever she shared a little secret with her, she would either say "uh-huh" or "ah-ah," or just chuckle softly.

When will things be like this, with give and take?

"Have you ever heard of how a girl can change drastically as she grows up?" Jian Qingyi turned and walked into the campus.

"Oh! Are you getting prettier and prettier?" Zhang Xiaomei laughed as she caught up with her and took her arm.

"What? You want to get uglier and uglier?" Jian Qingyi teased with a smile.

"You're the one getting uglier and uglier." Zhang Xiaomei pouted and reached out to pinch Jian Qingyi's cheek.

Jian Qingyi dodged nimbly.

Zhang Xiaomei lifted her leg and started chasing.

One fled, the other pursued.

The two of them entered the classroom of Class 3, Grade 12, laughing and joking.

At the end of the corridor, several girls responsible for cleaning the corridor stared at the door of Class 3, Grade 12 and whispered among themselves.

"Was the girl who went in with Zhang Xiaomei just now Jian Qingyi from Class 3?"

"I don't think so!" someone said skeptically.

"Jian Qingyi from Class 3 always has her head down, like a lost soul. When have you ever seen her smile?"

"You know what, we've been in the same grade for two years, and I've never actually seen her smile."

"If you always come in last place, can you still laugh?" Someone chuckled.

"Ha ha……"

The group burst into laughter.

"You guys are all in the same boat, how come Jian Xiaojing from Class 1 can get into the top 50 in the grade, while she always ends up at the bottom?" After laughing enough, a short-haired girl said.

How did she manage to consistently rank last among 300 students in her grade?

I really don't know how she got into high school.

"With her pig brain, let alone sharing the same pot of food, even if Jian Xiaojing chewed it up and fed it to her, she still wouldn't be able to get into the top fifty." The girl with the high ponytail curled her lips.

"The first fifty?"

"You really think highly of her?"

The crowd burst into laughter again.

"I'm going to get into the top 50 in my grade!" A sweet, soft female voice interrupted forcefully.

Several people turned around at the sound.

At the entrance of Class 3, Grade 12, Jian Qingyi leaned against the door, her beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly upturned, giving off an inexplicable pressure.

It's embarrassing for anyone to be caught talking badly about someone.

However, this only lasted for a moment.

"You, in the top fifty of the grade? Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?" The girl with the high ponytail scoffed.

She actually dared to dream of being ranked last in her class for two consecutive years and then making it into the top fifty in her grade.

"Don't worry about whether I'm talking nonsense or not, I'm going to get into the top fifty in the grade, what do you say?" Jian Qingyi's gaze swept over the people in front of her one by one.

The girls exchanged glances.

"If you can get into the top 50, a few of us will kneel down in front of the entire school and bark like dogs." The girl with the high ponytail raised her chin.

"Kneel down in front of the entire school and bark like a dog." Jian Qingyi chuckled. "I didn't expect your hobbies to be so unique."

"What if you don't get into the top fifty in your grade?" the short-haired girl asked.

"There's no such possibility."

Do you really think she bought her IQ of 190?

"Jian Qingyi, stop talking nonsense. Just tell me what you're going to do if you don't get into the top 50 in your grade?" The girl with the high ponytail raised her voice several octaves.

Hearing the commotion, the students all poked their heads out of the classroom.