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

With an audience present, the girl with the high ponytail felt even more eager to perform.

"Jian Qingyi, you said you'd be in the top fifty of the grade. Now that you've said it, you're not going to go back on your word, are you?" Worried that the students watching couldn't hear her, she raised her voice again.

“Yeah, Jian Qingyi, you’re not going to back out, are you?” The short-haired girl jumped out as well.

"Just don't go back on your word," Jian Qingyi said with a light laugh.

"Fine, Jian Qingyi, you're being stubborn, aren't you? Let's see who kneels in front of the whole school and barks like a dog then," the girl with the high ponytail shouted.

There was a sound of breathing around.

Kneeling in front of the entire school and barking like a dog...

This would be incredibly embarrassing, especially in front of my grandma.

Among the crowd of onlookers, some people began to whisper among themselves.

"Jian Qingyi, who is at the very bottom of the class, wants to get into the top fifty in the grade? Did I hear that right?" someone asked in disbelief.

Why didn't she say she could get into Peking University?

What triggered Jian Qingyi's reaction?

……

The original owner, who was always quiet and reserved, was the kind of person who was not well-liked at school.

In addition, her grades were poor, so no one wanted to talk to her anymore.

Behind her back, her classmates called her a wandering soul or a fool.

Especially during exams, her classmates would look at her with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

Just imagining that appearance, Jian Qingyi felt her fists were hard enough to crush a wild boar.

"Then let's wait and see!" Jian Qingyi's lips curled up slightly.

"Alright, then let's wait and see!" The girl with the high ponytail retorted, not to be outdone.

Their gazes collided, sparks flew.

"Ring ring ring..."

The school bell interrupted the standoff between the two sides.

Back in the classroom, Zhang Xiaomei reached out and touched Jian Qingyi's forehead.

"He doesn't have a fever!"

Jian Qingyi glanced at her and put her schoolbag into the desk drawer.

"Jian Qingyi, look at yourself! You know perfectly well that those girls in Class Two are all gossips, why are you getting angry with them?" Zhang Xiaomei sighed.

He even ranked among the top fifty in his grade.

Is it really that easy to get into the top 50 in your grade?

If she's in the top 200 of her grade, I can help her catch up.

Top 50 in the grade...

How do I fix this?

"I'm not trying to spite them. I just want to teach them a little lesson so they know what it means to say something that will cause trouble." Jian Qingyi turned her head slightly, raising one eyebrow.

In modern times, those girls' behavior would be considered verbal abuse.

According to the Civil Code, she can demand that those girls bear civil liability.

In an even more serious case, she could even file a private criminal complaint to hold them criminally liable and send them to jail for free.

"But he's in the top fifty of his grade..."

"Don't worry, it's just the top fifty in the grade, not the top one." Jian Qingyi patted her on the shoulder.

"So what if you're in the top fifty of the grade?" A soft laugh came from the desk behind me.

Jian Qingyi and Zhang Xiaomei turned their heads at the same time.

The boy at the table behind me sat lazily on the bench, his chin resting on his hand.

When the two people at the table in front of him turned to look at him, his handsome eyebrows curved slightly.

"Zheng Rui, you're a grown man, how dare you learn from those gossipy old women and eavesdrop?" Zhang Xiaomei said with disdain.

"You two talk like you're using a megaphone, why would I need to eavesdrop?" the boy scoffed.

Based on the original owner's memories, Jian Qingyi quickly retrieved information about the person in front of her.

Zheng Rui...

First in the grade.

The steel mill director's youngest son.

Although the original owner and he sat at desks in front of and behind each other, they could count the number of times they spoke on one hand.

Thinking of this, Jian Qingyi silently withdrew her gaze and turned away.

Perhaps having grown accustomed to Jian Qingyi's taciturn nature, Zheng Rui glanced at his childhood friend Zhang Xiaomei and asked, "Has your clueless deskmate taken the wrong medicine today?"

"Shut up!" Zhang Xiaomei raised her clenched little fist.

"Zhang Xiaomei, did your childhood friend forget to take his medicine today?" Jian Qingyi tilted her head and looked at Zhang Xiaomei, making no attempt to lower her voice.

Zheng Rui smiled.

It's been two months, and this idiot's gotten quite bold!

Zhang Xiaomei was also somewhat taken aback.

In her memory, Jian Qingyi had always been introverted and shy, like a timid young wife.

It's only been a short time since we last met...

How come she's completely transformed?!

“Jian Qingyi, that’s just how he is, don’t be like him.” Zhang Xiaomei tried to smooth things over, worried that the two would start arguing.

"Zhang Xiaomei, what kind of person am I?" Zheng Rui was displeased.

Zhang Xiaomei glared at him, and was about to signal him to shut up when familiar footsteps came from outside the classroom.

Zhang Xiaomei quickly turned around and sat up straight.

The previously noisy classroom instantly fell silent.

A moment later, a middle-aged woman walked in with brisk steps.

Her long hair was gently pulled back, revealing the elegant lines of her neck, and she exuded a unique charm and confidence from the inside out.

Her gaze swept over the crowd below the stage, finally settling on Zheng Rui, who was standing behind Jian Qingyi and Zhang Xiaomei.

Have you checked all the summer homework?

"It has been checked."

"Then take a few people to the office and move the new books over to distribute to everyone."

“Okay!” Zheng Rui stood up.

I randomly called over a few boys and was about to leave.

"Remember to come over for lunch. Your uncle made your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs," the middle-aged woman said hurriedly.

"Okay!" Zheng Rui nodded slightly and led the boys away.

Although they knew that Zheng Rui was the nephew of their homeroom teacher, Zheng Jingya, the students in the audience still looked on with envy.

Both of them were in school, but Zheng Rui had his aunt and uncle give him special meals every day, while they could only eat boiled vegetables in the cafeteria without a drop of oil.

As soon as Zheng Jingya left, the crowd began to whisper among themselves.

"Zheng Rui is really lucky." Zhang Xiaomei, his childhood friend, couldn't help but sigh.

Jian Qingyi smiled.

He was the only son in three generations, and the youngest child of his parents' generation, so he had to be cherished.

"Jian Qingyi, after we get the books, will you come with me to the hair salon?" Zhang Xiaomei suddenly leaned closer to Jian Qingyi.

"You want to cut it short?" Jian Qingyi glanced at her smooth, shiny braid.

"No, I'll just trim it a little." Zhang Xiaomei couldn't bear to cut it.

"Do hair salons sell hair?" Jian Qingyi suddenly asked.

"Yes." Zhang Xiaomei nodded.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she turned to look at Jian Qingyi, "You're not thinking of selling your hair, are you?"

Jian Qingyi smiled without saying a word.

“Jian Qingyi, are you short of money? I have some here…” Zhang Xiaomei said, reaching into her pocket.

Jian Qingyi pressed down on her hand as she took out money. "No, I just find it troublesome to comb my hair every day."

In her past life, she also cut her hair short because she found blow-drying it every day troublesome.

"You're not lying to me, are you?" Zhang Xiaomei looked at her with suspicion.

Jian Qingyi pulled out the two still-warm 10,000-yuan bills directly from her pocket.

"Where did you get so much money?" Zhang Xiaomei asked, her eyes wide with surprise.

“My dad gave it to me.” Jian Qingyi stuffed the money back into her pocket.

"Has your father had a change of heart?"

"Seems to be."