A Real Heiress Quits (GL) - Chapter 13

Get lost?

No one had ever dared to speak to him like that.

Hearing those words, Shu Ziyu instead felt that this little girl had become interesting. She had indeed changed tremendously; washing away the cosmetics from her face seemed to have also washed away the inferiority and cowardice from her soul. She was no longer that little quail who would shrink into a ball if someone so much as growled at her.

Shu Ziyu smirked inwardly, twitching the corner of his mouth as he began, “Trying to get my attention like thi—”

Before he could finish, a BOOM echoed through the room!

The boy’s body went flying backward, knocking over several desks and chairs in succession.

The students in the class sat frozen in terror, not daring to utter a word. They had only seen the girl suddenly stand up; they hadn’t even seen how she struck!

How… how did a fight just break out?

And how did she dare to hit Brother Shu! Was she tired of living?

Yin Jianghan scurried over to Shu Ziyu’s side. “Ziyu, are you okay?”

Shu Ziyu clutched his jaw, his face contorted in pain, unable to speak.

In Jianghan screeched her question: “Yu Xinyue! Have you gone mad?”

The cold expression on Yu Xinyue’s face instantly vanished. She tilted her head and smiled radiantly. “I’m venting your frustrations for you, Hanhan.”

Her tone was sincere. Having spent years in the business world, her ability to lie through her teeth was highly refined.

The onlookers gasped again. She was clearly fierce, but why was her smile still so cute! Officer, someone here is committing a crime with their beauty! I’m reporting it!

“Ziyu, Ziyu.”

“Brother Shu! Brother Shu!”

Shu Ziyu had only one sensation right now—PAIN.

It felt like his jaw was about to fall off. Dammit. She looked so thin and small; how did her punch hurt so much? To suddenly jump up and hit someone—was she insane? Seeking death?

In Jianghan’s voice was like a thousand flies buzzing in his ear. He reached out and shoved her away, then walked up to the girl. Looming over her, he asked furiously, “Are you looking for death?”

Yu Xinyue continued to look out the window, remaining as steady as a mountain. But if Shu Ziyu tried anything, he would soon find out exactly who was “looking for death.” The sweat she had shed learning combat techniques in her previous life was no joke.

Actually, the reason she had worked so hard at combat had a lot to do with Shu Ziyu. During her time in middle school, she had been bullied by this small group of school tyrants; being pushed to the ground was a daily occurrence. These people would stand by and laugh, never caring if the fall hurt her. Who cares about the victim of bullying?

Later, she had spent countless hours tightening her grip and striking sandbags. Just like many years ago, when she was curled on the ground being bullied, she had silently balled her fists. She had vowed to become strong.

The sunlight was brilliant on the leaves. Yu Xinyue thought: Trees don’t move, they don’t talk, but they also don’t hurt anyone. That’s good enough—better than many people here.

Shu Ziyu rolled up his sleeves, cursing as he prepared to make a move.

Jin Xue couldn’t help but speak up. “Brother Shu, wait…” He really couldn’t bear to see his goddess get hit, but meeting Shu Ziyu’s violent gaze, he immediately lost his nerve. “No… nothing.”

Fortunately, “Old Hou” appeared just in time with a stack of exam papers, preventing the situation from escalating further.

Hou Cheng was their homeroom teacher. He taught English and usually wore glasses. He looked refined and weak, but his personality was harsh and strict to the point of being inhuman. Even Shu Ziyu was a bit afraid of him.

SLAM!

Old Hou slammed the exam papers onto the desk with a deafening thud. His voice was booming, like a gong. “What are you all doing?!”

Shu Ziyu naturally wouldn’t tell the truth. To admit he was punched by a little girl was too embarrassing; did he want his reputation to survive? Even if the dozen or so people present had seen it. He glared at the girl. “I’ll spare your life for now.”

Yu Xinyue casually massaged her knuckles. This person still didn’t understand exactly whose life was being spared.

“The noise! I could hear you from miles away! Is this how students act? If the teacher isn’t here, don’t you know how to read your books? Discipline! Be disciplined! How many times have I told you!”

Old Hou scolded them as he handed out the papers. “Today is a test. I told you in advance. Everyone, take it seriously!”

Walking down the aisle by the window to the very last seat, his footsteps suddenly faltered. A young girl sat there with her head slightly lowered, her posture very obedient.

Old Hou adjusted his glasses. The problem was, there were only a dozen or so students in this class, and none of them matched this girl. Did she walk into the wrong room, or did the higher-ups shove someone else in?

Siyuan was the best middle school in the city. Their class was the Siyuan Math Olympiad class; there were always powerful parents trying to use connections to squeeze their children in. Hou Cheng disliked this trend. “Classmate, who are you?”

“Yu Xinyue.”

Old Hou stood there dumbfounded. He stared at the girl for a long time before putting the paper down. “Now this is how a student should look.”

He really couldn’t fathom why this child used to scribble all over her face. Now she was clean and fresh; it was much better.

Yu Xinyue looked down at the paper. When she was in middle school, her English had always been poor. She hadn’t encountered the language before the age of ten, and after coming to the new school, she clearly couldn’t keep up. Studying was a struggle. Combined with the fact that her heart was set on music, she had no interest in studying, so her grades were lackluster.

But that was the past. Having spent so much time on Wall Street dealing with gangs of financial hooligans, her English proficiency was now equivalent to a native speaker’s. She could fill out this paper with her eyes closed.

However, if she suddenly got a perfect score in her worst subject, she would definitely be suspected of cheating. Even if she could prove her innocence, she would still have to endure rumors.

The midterm exam was in half a month. Half a month—not too long, not too short—was enough for her to build a “comeback” narrative. Yu Xinyue thought for a moment and slowly began doodling on the paper, intentionally filling in a few wrong answers. But she filled every section to the brim.

When she reached the essay question, she couldn’t help but scratch her head, her brows furrowed. How am I supposed to write a middle schooler’s essay?

In Jianghan finished her last word, let out a long breath, and checked her watch. Five minutes left. Good, enough to check the multiple-choice questions again. This test was much harder than usual; she didn’t know what Old Hou was thinking, making it so difficult.

She finished it with a struggle and couldn’t help but glance at the girl by the window. Yu Xinyue’s beautiful face was crumpled in frustration, and the essay page was a giant blank space.

In Jianghan almost laughed out loud. Five minutes left—there was no way she could finish it. She guessed Xinyue had guessed on the front part too; English was her weakness, and even In Jianghan found this paper difficult.

In Jianghan really couldn’t understand why the normally quiet girl would suddenly hit someone and say it was for her. Wasn’t that an obvious attempt to drive a wedge between her and Ziyu? She planned to explain to Ziyu after class. Thinking that Xinyue would suffer for offending him, she couldn’t help but smile again. Shu Ziyu was the tyrant of Siyuan; anyone who dared provoke him either dropped out or transferred. No one survived at Siyuan.

SLAM!

A desk was slammed hard. In Jianghan jumped in fright, looking up to meet a pair of cold, frosty glasses.

“Laugh, laugh, laugh! Is your face having a seizure?!” Old Hou roared.

Damn. In Jianghan lowered her head, her face burning with shame as she gripped her pen tightly.

When time was up, Hou Cheng collected the papers. He noticed Xinyue’s essay was blank. Thinking her English was consistently poor and the test was hard, he only said, “At the very least, fill in a few words to get some participation points. Is it that hard?”

Yu Xinyue rubbed her nose. Actually, it kind of is.

The test ended, and the room was filled with mourning. A group of people was wailing.

“I didn’t understand a single word of the reading comprehension! Waaaah! I didn’t understand a word of the listening part! Waaah!”

“So hard. I feel like life has lost all hope.”

“Quick, let’s compare answers! What did you get for the first one?”

“A!”

“B, definitely B!”

“I got C.”

“D…”

“…At least one of you is right.”

Yu Xinyue listened silently, twirling her pen. Was it really that hard?

The reading comprehension was a paragraph taken from The Economist, and the listening was from the BBC. She felt it was as simple as a primary school textbook, but thinking carefully, for a middle schooler, the difficulty might have been a bit high. Fortunately, she had managed the accuracy rate well. Out of 100 points, getting a score just above passing shouldn’t attract any attention.

Old Hou stayed at the back of the classroom to grade the papers. This prevented Shu Ziyu from finding a chance for revenge for the time being, so he could only glare resentfully at the girl’s small figure. Even his own father hadn’t hit him; how did Yu Xinyue dare? Dammit, it hurts! Is her fist made of iron?

In Jianghan acted submissive. “Ziyu… I’ll go buy you some medicine.” Her expression was concerned. The boy’s jaw was swollen and heavily bruised, appearing slightly crooked. One could imagine how hard that hit was. It won’t stay crooked forever, will it? In Jianghan suddenly worried.

Shu Ziyu was furious. He tried to wave her away like a mosquito. “Stop acting kind. Stop fluttering around in front of me.” Moving his mouth tugged at the wound, making him grimace in pain again. Ow, ow, ow! Damn, this is the first time in years I’ve taken this kind of crap! I’m going to ruin Yu Xinyue!

Everyone was looking at the girl by the window with gazes of either admiration or pity. Yu Xinyue was looking down at her book, appearing to be stuck on a difficult problem. She frowned slightly and pursed her red lips, completely indifferent to her surroundings. The early morning sun was pale, and there was a faint floral scent in the air. She was bathed in golden light, illuminating her cold, jade-like skin. It was a peak of lush beauty; one look was enough to feel refreshed.

There weren’t many papers for a class of a dozen people, so Old Hou finished grading quickly. He frowned deeply, stood on the podium, and let out a deep sigh. “You guys are no good. Only one person passed this time, and…”

Yu Xinyue looked up suddenly, meeting the teacher’s confused gaze. She was also confused. Did I… still try too hard?