After Transmigrating, I Became the Most Cowardly Kid (GL) - Chapter 2

On Wednesday morning, Dad Chi drove his daughter to school.

In her old life, Chi Zhihuai’s biological father was the vice principal, but he had never driven her to school—though, she’d never needed him to.

She sighed, picked up her backpack, and got out of the car, saying, “Goodbye, Dad.”

Dad Chi rolled down the window and called out to his daughter, who had already taken a few steps, “Call me if you feel unwell.”

Chi Zhihuai suddenly remembered the first time she got into a fight. The other person had been the one to curse her for not having a mother, but when her dad arrived, he didn’t care about her bleeding head or her wronged expression, only saying she was a disgrace.

She suddenly envied this well-behaved girl and, at the same time, felt a pang of guilt for getting to enjoy all this goodness.

Pausing, Chi Zhihuai turned back and smiled broadly, “Okay! Drive safely, Dad.”

The car drove away, and she continued toward the school gate. Two girls walking together spotted her from afar and waved.

They were her classmates.

Chi Zhihuai walked up to them and softly said, “Good morning.”

After responding to their concerns, she walked with her head down, carrying her backpack. As soon as she got halfway up the stairs, she heard a commotion from the floor above.

“What’s wrong?” The girl next to her craned her neck to look up, her face changing. “Oh no…”

She quickly drew her head back and said to the other girl, “Shang Han is here.”

“What? Didn’t she nearly drop out? Why is she back at school?”

“Who knows? I’m so scared. I really don’t want to be in the same school as someone like her.”

“Didn’t she spend time in a juvenile detention center? That’s where she belongs, right?”

“Yeah, yeah!”

Chi Zhihuai looked up curiously. She did have a person named Shang Han in her memory, but they had never met face-to-face.

First, because Shang Han rarely came to school, and second, because whenever “Chi Zhihuai” heard Shang Han had arrived, she would hide in the classroom.

After all, Shang Han was a legendary, violent student who was said to beat up anyone she didn’t like. For bookworms with thin arms and legs like them, the only option was to hide.

Chi Zhihuai wanted to go upstairs to take a look, but the girls she was with held her back, insisting on waiting until the noise died down.

…It can’t be that bad.

Chi Zhihuai had also been the subject of exaggerated rumors before: single-handedly fighting ten boys, messing around everywhere after school, and forcing some innocent young handsome guy to drink with her, even slapping him if he refused… making her sound like a village tyrant.

But she had enjoyed everyone’s fear back then—as long as people were afraid of her, no one would bully her.

So, would this Shang Han be like her former self?

Chi Zhihuai was incredibly curious. She pretended to glance at her watch, showing a bit of nervousness, “We’ll be late if we don’t go up soon. The warning bell rings in three minutes.”

“I’m scared…”

Chi Zhihuai bit her lower lip and said, “If we run past quickly with our heads down, we should be okay, right?”

“Well… okay then.”

After agreeing, the three lowered their heads and quickly went upstairs. Shang Han was in Class Six, and they were in Class Seven. As they passed Class Six, the other two girls sprinted ahead. Chi Zhihuai, however, quietly slowed down and stole a glance toward the back door of Class Six.

Suddenly, a gaze met hers.

Separated by a pane of glass, she saw sunlight catching the person’s hair. The short, fragmented strands seemed to be split into two halves: one jet-black, the other illuminated by a pale glow.

Dressed in a neutral style with a high nose bridge, she looked like a beautiful girl from afar.

Woah.

If circumstances allowed, Chi Zhihuai would have whistled at her.

Just then, the warning bell rang, and Chi Zhihuai withdrew her gaze and quickly ran into her classroom.

The homeroom teacher asked about her condition with concern. Under the gaze of the entire class, she feigned nervousness and fear, quickly nodded, said “I’m fine,” and then deeply lowered her head, quickly pulling out her textbook.

On her desk was a book stand filled with all sorts of study guides, with a class schedule pasted next to it.

Chi Zhihuai, relying on her memory, pulled out the Chinese Language compulsory book 4. Suddenly, the person next to her pushed a stack of papers her way.

Her deskmate was a ponytail girl wearing black-rimmed glasses named Chen Qin. Chi Zhihuai looked at her. The other girl held up her textbook, covering her face, and whispered, “I saved all the homework for the past few days for you. Some of it’s already corrected; you can ask me for the answers after you finish them, and I’ll explain everything to you during the break.”

After speaking, Chen Qin spread open her book, sat up straight, and began looking over the notes she had prepared yesterday.

Chi Zhihuai pushed the stack of papers into her desk with a headache. Just as she opened her book, Chen Qin leaned over again, “Today we’re covering ‘Zui Hua Yin‘ and ‘Sheng Sheng Man‘, page 41.”

“…Thanks.”

Chi Zhihuai flipped to page 41 and saw the line, “How can one word—sorrow—capture all this?” For the first time, she felt a strong resonance with the ancient writer.

The current situation was indeed quite worrying for her.

In this life, she had only genuinely studied for a few years in elementary school. After that, going to school was mostly just coasting by.

But even if she hadn’t eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. There were many hard-working students in her old class. She figured it shouldn’t be a problem to pay attention and take notes like them.

Perhaps because she had rested well yesterday, Chi Zhihuai didn’t feel sleepy in class and even took many useful and not-so-useful notes on her book, mimicking her deskmate.

After class, Chen Qin sighed, “Did you see the discussion questions at the back? Ugh, we have to memorize another text.”

Chi Zhihuai was quite confident in her memory and felt that memorizing texts shouldn’t be too difficult. However, when she took out the papers from her desk and saw the little squares and pulleys on the physics paper, she instantly felt suffocated.

The original owner was a great student, and the related knowledge memories were left to her, but she was only in the second year of high school, and not all subjects were finished. The remaining books would have to be learned by herself.

God, what if she bombed the next exam? Could she say she hit her head too hard?

“Huaihuai, stop spacing out. I’ll explain to you… huh?”

Chen Qin suddenly paused mid-sentence, her eyes fixed on the classroom door. Chi Zhihuai looked over, and her heart went “Woah.”

It was that beautiful girl from Class Six again, and she looked even more stunning up close. Her features looked as if they had been kissed by Venus—exquisite and dazzling.

However, unlike the reactions of students in other schools when they see a beautiful girl, everyone in Class Seven who wanted to leave the classroom froze in their steps. Even the tall, muscular boys hesitated, exchanging glances.

So, this must be the legendary Shang Han.

At the doorway, Shang Han scanned Class Seven and finally found the person she was looking for, fixing her gaze on Chi Zhihuai.

Their eyes met again. Chi Zhihuai’s little heart thumped, actually beating a little faster.

Of course, it wasn’t because she was afraid, but because…

The other person was too drop-dead gorgeous.

She really wanted to flirt with her!

Chi Zhihuai reluctantly averted her gaze, nervously looking down at her test paper. The next second, she suddenly heard her deskmate gasp.

She looked up and saw Shang Han walking toward her.

What was happening? Did their two eye contacts make the other person fall in love with her at first sight?!

The question is, how should a well-behaved and timid girl respond to a confession?

Chi Zhihuai put on her acting hat. She was still contemplating a solution even as Shang Han stopped in front of her.

Her deskmate Chen Qin had already timidly moved away. Chi Zhihuai lowered her head again, pretending to be too scared to look her in the eye, shrinking into a ball.

A shadow fell over her—Shang Han was blocking the light.

Chi Zhihuai gripped the test paper with both hands, controlling herself not to look up and smile at her, lest she break character.

Shang Han stood in front of her desk, stared at the top of her head for a few seconds, raised her hand, hesitated, and then shoved it into her pants pocket.

It was terrifyingly quiet around them. A student slipped out to find the dean of students. Shang Han looked around, sneered, turned, and walked away.

The classroom erupted in noise again. Chi Zhihuai put down her paper and looked toward the door, pretending to be “shaken.” Chen Qin gently patted her on the back to soothe her: “It’s okay, it’s okay. She’s gone.”

“Huaihuai, did you provoke her?”

“Huaihuai, be careful after school today…”

“Yeah, yeah, have your parents pick you up today.”

…

The surrounding girls started chattering. Chi Zhihuai held her breath, trying hard to flush her face, then looked up and said timidly, “Thank you, I will be careful.”

Just then, the dean of students rushed into the classroom like the wind.

The middle-aged man with a receding hairline frowned, asking loudly, “Where is Shang Han?”

The student at the door answered him, “She went back.”

The dean asked again, “Is the student who was confronted okay?”

Chi Zhihuai rolled her eyes internally. Why wouldn’t she be okay? She met a pretty girl, not a fierce, irrational beast.

She stood up and said softly, “Teacher, I’m fine.”

After speaking, she lowered her eyes, looking like she was terrified of being questioned again.

The dean looked at everyone, gave a few instructions, and then left. Chi Zhihuai sat back down and heard the warning bell ring.

Chen Qin said regretfully, “What a nuisance. Ugh, I’ll explain it to you at noon then.”

“Okay, thank you.” Chi Zhihuai stuffed the papers back into her desk, preparing for the next class.

The break after the third class was for the calisthenics exercises. Since Chi Zhihuai had just been discharged from the hospital, the homeroom teacher gave her a note allowing her to rest in the classroom.

Chi Zhihuai didn’t stay obediently in the classroom. A student was always left behind to clean during the exercises. She took advantage of the brief period when the student went to wash the mop to slip out of the classroom and headed to the wall where the accident happened.

In fact, there had long been a plan to tear this section down and replace it with an iron fence, but the higher-ups had been procrastinating. It wasn’t until a student was hurt that they quickly and resolutely installed the iron fence.

Chi Zhihuai stared at the ground, feeling a sense of injustice for the original “Chi Zhihuai.”

If she hadn’t transmigrated, it would have been a truly serious accident—a matter of life and death. Could the school have afforded the responsibility?

She slowly squatted down, touched the ground with her fingertips, and offered a silent thank you and goodbye to the other soul.

When she stood up, she felt a little dizzy. Chi Zhihuai instinctively reached out to steady herself against the fence, but as she was about to relax, she suddenly touched a warm hand.

Even for someone as bold as her, this gave her a bit of a shock. She gasped and quickly looked behind her.

Ah… it was Shang Han.

Perhaps because they were from the same world, Chi Zhihuai felt a sense of familiarity, even relief, upon seeing her.

Suddenly, the system alarm blared: “Attention, there is a risk of breaking the persona!”

Chi Zhihuai immediately recovered her shocked demeanor, stuttering, “I-I’m leaving now, I’m sorry!”

Shang Han watched her expression shift back and forth, then curled her lips and asked, “Are you truly afraid of me, or are you pretending?”

The girl’s voice was cold and clear, like the water of a stream breaking through ice in early spring, falling with a ding-dong sound and finally splashing on her heart, leaving a patch of cold, wet emotion.

What a pure voice, Chi Zhihuai mused, then bowed haphazardly twice, turned her head, and ran.

The more she said, the more mistakes she would make! She better just shut up!

Shang Han was speechless, watching her sprint into the teaching building, but she didn’t chase after her.

The music from the calisthenics exercises covered her footsteps. Chi Zhihuai returned to the classroom, tidied her messy hair, pulled out the textbook for the next class from the book stand, and pretended to read it.

How strange.

The original “Chi Zhihuai” went to school for a year and never met Shang Han. Why had Shang Han noticed her the moment she transmigrated? In just a few hours, they had met three times.

Chi Zhihuai’s brows furrowed slightly.

Could it be that her charisma could no longer be hidden by her acting?

Oh, this damned, captivating, misplaced charisma of hers was truly giving her a headache.