She died tragically from late-stage cancer, but was reborn and pampered by a military officer!

A few days later, Song Qianqian arrived at the Luo family's house.

When Wang Ma saw it was her, her face darkened: "Are you here to see Miss? Miss and Jiang went out to practice ball, they're not home."

"I left something behind, could you let me in?"

Wang Ma looked troubled: "But Miss said you can't go in."

Song Qianqian's smile froze, and she directly threatened, "Aunt Wang, you can see the relationship between me and Sheng Sheng. If you stop me now, Sheng Sheng will hold you accountable in the future."

Seeing that Wang Ma was wavering, she feigned weakness again: "I'm just going in to get something, it'll only take ten minutes."

Wang Ma eventually opened the door for her.

She followed Song Qianqian upstairs, and when she reached the corner of the stairs, her phone rang.

While she was on the phone, Song Qianqian quietly slipped into Luo Yusheng's room, fiddled with the alarm clock, and replaced the incense next to it.

After doing all this, she went downstairs and left with a sinister smile.

When Jiang Moche took Luo Yusheng home, it was almost ten o'clock.

"I was so engrossed in my work that I forgot the time; it's already so late."

He stopped at the entrance, bent down to pat the little white dog that had come to pick him up, and instructed, "Get some rest so you can be in the best condition for the competition."

Luo Yusheng picked up Xiaobai, who wanted to climb onto him, and nodded.

"I'm sure I'll get good results. Even though golf doesn't add points, it's still an honor. As for the school..."

When the school was mentioned, she paused for a moment.

She suddenly remembered her past life. Jiang Moche was a recommended student to Beijing University, but he still took the college entrance examination in the end. He chose a university in Licheng instead of a number of prestigious universities.

She found it strange at the time, but she had no interaction with him then and couldn't ask him.

Now, she tentatively asked, "Have you thought about which school you want to go to?"

Jiang Moche paused in stroking the cat, giving a vague answer: "Don't we all want to go to the same school? Beijing University."

He looked up, his gentle gaze falling on her, as if asking a question.

"Indeed, after all, it's the highest institution of learning, and I want to go there too. But with my grades, it would be difficult to get in."

Luo Yusheng grasped Xiaobai's paw and patted the back of his hand: "I can only trouble you to give me some extra lessons."

Little Whitey meowed, seemingly pleading on her behalf.

A smile appeared in Jiang Moche's eyes. He grasped Xiaobai's paw and shook it: "I look forward to meeting you at Beijing University."

He didn't think it was wishful thinking for her to get into a university in Beijing with her current grades, and he continued to encourage her.

That smile was like a warm current, warming her heart.

The next day, while Luo Yusheng was in a daze, she heard the sound of drums.

She turned over, pulled the blanket over her head, and tried to block out the persistent drumming.

But no matter how she tried to cover it up, it was no use. She could only open her eyes, get up, and go to open the door.

Wang Ma stood anxiously at the door: "Miss, it's almost nine o'clock, why aren't you up yet?"

Luo Yusheng snapped to attention instantly: "What?"

She turned to look at the clock on the wall; it was indeed almost nine o'clock. She quickly went to change her clothes.

"Wang Ma, did you forget to set my alarm?"

"I changed it, and I knocked on the door for a long time."

As Wang Ma entered the room, she smelled a pleasant fruity fragrance and asked curiously, "Miss, did you light incense yesterday?"

Luo Yusheng came out of the changing room, straightening her collar as she walked outside: "Didn't you order this? You ordered it before."

After recalling the events, Wang Ma denied it: "I didn't order any yesterday."

Luo Yusheng found it strange, but time was of the essence, and she didn't have time to think about it further: "I'll talk about it when I get back."

The driver was already waiting outside. She gestured for him to hurry up and then calculated the time.

No matter what, I couldn't catch the bus arranged by the school.

Sure enough, by the time she arrived at the school, the car had already left.

Just as she was about to call the organizers to ask for the address of the venue, a V4 motorcycle sped up and stopped in front of her, the wind whipping her clothes.

The person on the vehicle was wearing a well-fitting black motorcycle outfit, and her figure was reflected in the matching helmet.

The glass visor opened, revealing Jiang Moche's face. He tossed her the helmet and gestured with his head, "Get in the car."

Her eyes widened as she looked her up and down in disbelief.

He usually looks aloof, I never expected him to ride a motorcycle.

"You're so cool!"

Jiang Moche took the helmet from her hand, helped her put it on, and gestured for her to get in the car again.

After she was seated, he took her wrist and pulled her towards his waist: "Time is running out, sit tight."

"I……"

The sound of the motorcycle and the strong wind cut off his voice.

Meanwhile, on the field...

The school contacted Song Qianqian: "It's time for our school to perform, but I still can't get in touch with Luo. You go first."

Victoria Song shook her head decisively: "It would be better if Sheng Sheng went first."

The host asked in confusion, "Anyone from your school can participate. Why do you insist on having a different student participate?"

Song Qianqian frowned, rubbing her hands together anxiously, and said, "Sheng Sheng's family has been supporting me, so I must put Sheng Sheng first. Even in competitions, I can only compete after she has finished, unless she forfeits."

Her voice was quite loud, drawing everyone's attention.

"It's just a little financial aid, right? She really thinks she's an emperor."

"If she doesn't come, we can't compete. What kind of logic is that?"

Helpless, the host could only say, "Contestant Luo Yusheng, please come and participate in the women's singles competition as soon as possible."

She called three times, but there was no response.

Taking the opportunity, Song Qianqian said, "It seems that Sheng Sheng hasn't arrived yet. She's always so capricious."

She shook her head helplessly, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the teacher following her with a livid face. She smiled slightly, but quickly suppressed it.

"In order not to delay the competition for the next participants, let's announce her withdrawal first?"

The host looked at his fellow teachers and asked for their opinions.

The teacher frowned, pursed her lips, and nodded.

Song Qianqian suppressed the corners of her mouth from turning up and said with feigned regret, "I was really looking forward to seeing Sheng Sheng's heroic performance on the field. It's such a pity she didn't come."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a motorcycle suddenly appeared, its roar attracting everyone's attention.

The staff thought the car was about to crash into the track and went to stop it.

The car was simply parked on the side of the road, leaving those who wanted to stop it in a dilemma – whether to approach or not.

Luo Yusheng got out of the car, took off her helmet, and let her long, black hair fall down. Her tall figure and indifferent demeanor were striking: "Who said I was going to forfeit?"

Song Qianqian clenched her teeth and watched her approach step by step.

How can I possibly catch up!

Who brought her here?

Jiang Moche took off his helmet, tossed the car keys to the staff, and gestured for them to park the car.

Oh, yes, she remembered.

Jiang Moche also arrived while I was waiting for the bus at the school gate.

After making a few phone calls, he turned and left, and the teacher in charge couldn't stop him.

Did he go to find Luo Yusheng?

Song Qianqian laughed in anger. How come that little bitch has such a good life?