A Female Lead Wants a Lifelong Union With Me (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 30

Once the teacher finished arranging An He’s seat and went over a few more trivial matters, she prepared to start the lesson.

“First, I’ll take everyone through a review of yesterday’s content,” the teacher said, clapping her hands to draw the children’s attention.

“Can we skip this classroom scene?” An He sighed, asking the System in her head with total resignation. “I don’t want to chant ‘1, 2, 3’ with a bunch of toddlers.”

“Huh?” The System seemed to be watching a movie in its head—it sounded like a high-octane action blockbuster with intense gunfire. “What did you say?”

“I said, can we fast-forward!” An He yelled, raising her voice.

“Fast-forward what?!” the System replied. “I’ve been watching for over an hour, and this is the best part!”

An He: “…” Are we even talking about the same thing!

Seeing that the System had no intention of listening to her seriously, An He could only shake her head and shift her attention to her mission target sitting next to her.

Since a moment ago, this little girl had been practicing her calligraphy with her head down. She had almost zero presence—just an ordinary-looking child who would easily disappear into a crowd. But An He knew this girl wasn’t as simple as she looked.

This was a “Big Boss.”

When she first arrived in this world, An He hadn’t realized which book she was in until she heard the teacher call the girl Han Peiqiu. It was a “Mary Sue” power-fantasy novel she had randomly clicked on online. The title was quite peculiar: I, Genius Girl, Send Money.

Han Peiqiu was the protagonist—a girl who appeared obscure but possessed the power to turn the world upside down. Her family was incredibly wealthy; her parents were business moguls with connections in both legal and illegal circles. They had power, influence, and high cultural standing. Consequently, Han Peiqiu received a top-tier education from birth. By age five, she could recite hundreds of Tang poems, speak fluent English, and master the piano, flute, saxophone, and violin. In short, if it was impressive, she could do it.

When An He first read the book, she figured the author must have been quite young because they slapped every “high-class” label onto Han Peiqiu—it was a surprise they didn’t write that she had wings and could fly by stomping her feet.

However, reality was different from fiction. Sitting next to her, An He observed that while Han Peiqiu’s handwriting was beautiful, it wasn’t exactly god-tier. At most, it was just several grade levels above her peers.

“Oh, you mean that,” the System piped up, having finished its movie. “The higher-ups did that. They said even a novel needs to be somewhat realistic, so they stripped away several layers of filters from Han Peiqiu.”

“How many layers?” An He asked.

“Not many,” the System chuckled. “About ten or so.”

An He: “…Oh.”

Regardless, even with ten layers of filters removed, a Big Boss was still a Big Boss—someone not to be trifled with. An He’s original host, this Yu Jiajia, ended up paralyzed from the waist down because she offended the Boss, plotted against her parents, and sabotaged the Boss’s business. She survived, but she could never walk again, spent her days in a wheelchair, and suffered from total incontinence.

An He had zero desire to experience such a tragic fate. Just thinking about it gave her a cold sweat.

While her mind was wandering, Han Peiqiu finished her calligraphy. She pulled out a document folder and neatly tucked the paper inside. An He happened to catch a glimpse and saw a stack of white papers. Every sheet was filled with beautiful writing and impeccable layout; even the paper itself was pristine, making it a joy to look at.

“That’s really pretty,” An He couldn’t help but praise, a cute smile on her face.

Hearing her speak, Han Peiqiu’s movements paused, and she turned her head. To be honest, because she had kept her head down, An He hadn’t seen her face clearly. Now that Han Peiqiu was looking at her, An He finally got a good look—she was a very pretty little girl.

She had curved eyelashes, large eyes, fair cheeks, and hadn’t lost her “baby fat” yet. Even An He, who wasn’t particularly fond of children, felt the urge to reach out and pat her head and tell her how cute she was.

But she didn’t. First, they were in class, and any small movement would be glaringly obvious. Second, they were currently the same age. If she patted the Boss’s head like an old veteran, she would definitely be labeled a psycho and put on a blacklist.

“It’s not pretty,” Han Peiqiu replied. Instead of a smile, a cloud of gloom settled on her face. “It’s not enough.”

“No, it really is good. If you don’t believe me…” An He blinked, surprised by the child’s reaction, and tried to say more.

“Shh.” Before she could finish, Han Peiqiu put her index finger to her lips, her brow furrowing slightly. “Listen to the lesson.”

“…Oh,” An He responded, her heart feeling complicated. “Oh.”

An He: I just got schooled by a primary schooler.

After saying that, Han Peiqiu turned back and pulled an exercise book from her desk. An He didn’t want to be too obvious, so she stared at the book in a bizarre, side-eyed posture that was hard to detect.

System: “You look like you’re having a stroke. Why is your mouth twisted and your eyes squinted?”

“Shut up,” An He said.

Still, the System wasn’t wrong. Her posture was awkward, and her vision wasn’t clear. Just a second before Han Peiqiu flipped the page, she finally saw the title.

— “Grade 6 Intensive Practice Problems”

An He: As expected of the Big Boss. She’s in second grade doing sixth-grade problems—intensive version, no less.

By now, the teacher had finished counting with the kids and was opening the textbook to introduce new material. An He caught a few words—something about line segments. Having zero interest in that, she continued to sneak peeks at the Boss.

She saw Han Peiqiu pull out a sheet of paper to do calculations. The process was fluid, the steps were clean, and the logic was perfectly clear. After about five or six minutes, she finally stopped her pen, a look of relief and satisfaction on her face.

Then, under An He’s watchful gaze, she confidently wrote down a completely wrong answer.

An He: “…”

“Should I tell the Boss her answer is wrong?” she couldn’t help but ask the System.

“Don’t,” the System said. “It’ll hurt her self-esteem.”

“Fine,” An He replied, pursing her lips as she watched Han Peiqiu continue.

After watching Han Peiqiu get seven or eight more questions wrong, An He couldn’t help but babble to the System again.

“Should I tell her? Every single answer she’s written so far is wrong.”

“All of them?” The System was surprised. “That shouldn’t be right.”

“They’re all wrong. I’d stake my character on it,” An He sighed.

Though the System felt An He’s “character” wasn’t worth much, it finally said: “…Maybe you should tell her. Good luck.”

Encouraged, An He nodded. She leaned over slightly and pointed at the exercise book.

“This question…” she said in a small, cute voice. “Is the answer a bit off?”

Hearing the girl next to her had been watching her work and was now calling her out for being wrong, Han Peiqiu froze. Then, her face turned an uncontrollable shade of red.

“It’s not wrong,” she said, snapping the book shut, her eyes filled with panic. “You’re not allowed to look.”

“Oh.” An He was startled by the reaction. Thinking she had made Han Peiqiu angry, she quickly turned back and stared at the lines on the blackboard, smiling awkwardly. “I won’t look.”

“Mhm,” Han Peiqiu seemed to whisper in response, her small hands clutching the book on the desk. Soon, she lowered her head and went back to work.

Time ticked away, and it was almost time for the bell. An He had been thoroughly tormented by the lesson on line segments; she was drowsy and swaying in her seat. She felt like she was on a big boat amidst crashing waves. The waves were so strong she was about to fall into the sea.

Just then, someone reached out and steadied her.

Realizing someone was touching her, An He jumped in her mind, thinking she had been caught by a water ghost. She frowned and tried to struggle, humming a few unconscious sounds.

In her daze, she thought she heard the person holding her let out a soft sigh. Then, a gentle force pressed down on her, guiding her head to the desk. Surprisingly, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt like someone had cushioned the desk with something soft. It was incredibly cozy.

An He smacked her lips in her dream, found a more comfortable position, and kept sleeping. She had no idea that Han Peiqiu was staring at her with a look of disapproval.

“How can she even fall asleep…” Han Peiqiu muttered, shaking her head silently.