Transmigrated as the Villain's Fiancée Who Seeks Death (GL) - Chapter 4

The dreadful news of school starting gave Xia Rushui an unspeakable feeling of suffocation.

Like countless students who deeply detest school, attending classes was, to her, a torturous journey.

Especially for Xia Rushui, who had already experienced the college entrance exam once, attending school was something she refused a thousand times over.

Just thinking about that demonic process made her feel like she was having a myocardial infarction and couldn’t cope.

And the even more terrifying thing was suddenly transforming from a science student into a liberal arts student.

Xia Rushui was resistant, but that didn’t mean the original owner felt the same way.

This was quite bizarre. The original owner, a bona fide, bottom-ranking academic slacker, actually loved going to school.

She had enormous enthusiasm for the matter of education.

As is generally known, only academic overachievers love school. It was strange that the original owner, a slacker, was so eager for school. The degree of this oddity could temporarily be classified as one of Xia Rushui’s unsolved mysteries of the world.

Jiang Xingzhi finally did something human. After being fed by Xia Rushui for so many days, her conscience finally kicked in. Before Xia Rushui started school, she hired a cooking auntie and two maids to take care of Xia Rushui’s daily life, so Xia Rushui wouldn’t have to cook for herself after school.

Though that had been the norm in her previous life.

In her past life, she had to work odd jobs after school and would only get home at midnight to quickly eat some leftover takeout. If she was too tired, she’d just make a bowl of instant noodles for dinner.

The people Jiang Xingzhi hired were very reliable. The two maids were quick, efficient, cautious, and meticulous—they didn’t look like newcomers at all.

After breakfast, the driver who had been waiting patiently took Xia Rushui to school.

The school the original owner attended was Yuncheng’s famous aristocratic academy—St. Lan Academy.

St. Lan Academy had a long history and deep pockets. Its students were either rich or powerful, but it was known for one prominent characteristic: the students’ academic performance was severely polarized.

Despite St. Lan’s strong faculty, it was helpless against this situation.

Therefore, every year the academy would recruit a few top-tier academic gods, poached by the principal with extremely generous benefits, just to keep up appearances.

The academy’s architecture was magnificent, the landscaping was unique, and all the facilities were top-notch. It had even been selected as one of the Top 5 Most Beautiful Campuses; however, the other four schools were universities, and St. Lan Academy was the only high school selected.

The entire academy was divided into a primary school, a junior high, and a high school division, all fully equipped. The three major divisions were strictly separated and did not interfere with each other.

It was a tradition at St. Lan Academy that every time a new grade started, there would be a diagnostic test to assess the students’ level.

To prevent cheating, the examination room information would typically only be announced to students at 7:00 AM, the time school started.

Xia Rushui was almost swallowed up by the throng of students searching for their exam rooms. She finally managed to find her exam room and seat number on the large list, clutching her phone as she frantically searched for the room.

This diagnostic test for the twelfth grade was especially important, as it related to the students’ actual academic performance and future direction. The school highly valued it and was determined to stamp out all instances of cheating.

This time, the diagnostic test was a total upheaval. The academy abandoned the previously regulated testing model, specifically scrambling the exam rooms and rankings, even mixing liberal arts and science students together.

There were forty students in each classroom. Liberal arts and science students were interspersed, sitting in alternating rows, and the seating information was only released on the morning of the exam. Many students were bewildered to see more than half the faces in their exam room were unfamiliar.

It was rumored that this genius idea came from the bald-headed Dean of Students, who was frantic about their academic performance. Just scrambling the students and re-arranging the exam seating, interspersed with students of different scores from the liberal arts and science classes, took up the entire one-week holiday of all the research group teachers.

Xia Rushui wasn’t the original owner. This was her first time at St. Lan, and coupled with her poor sense of direction, she couldn’t find the mythical Exam Room 1, where the most severe teacher in the whole school was supposedly invigilating.

While she was lost, Xia Rushui vaguely felt someone tugging on her shirt corner.

Specifically—she moved for a while but stayed in the same spot, just walking in place.

Turning her head, she saw a boy in a faded school uniform, with a clean look and black-rimmed glasses, staring at her with dead fish eyes.

Seeing that she finally noticed him, the boy pushed up his glasses with his middle finger and said disrespectfully, “Gang Leader, we’re not in the same exam room this time, so I won’t be passing you the answers.”

Xia Rushui: “…” What the heck is a Gang Leader?? Is this some kind of cult organization???

The boy saw she hadn’t spoken for a while and spoke to himself, “Okay, I’m leaving now. See you at the school gate after the exam.”

“Hey… wait a minute. Where… where is Exam Room 1?” Xia Rushui adopted the posture of a cult “Gang Leader,” mimicking the boy’s dead fish eyes, and asked with a feigned air of indifference.

The dead fish eyes shifted. The boy’s expression changed to an even more punchable one.

He started looking at Xia Rushui as if she were mentally disabled, tilted his chin up, and gestured behind Xia Rushui, “See? Isn’t that Exam Room 1 right behind you? You need to go see an eye doctor. Should I lend you my glasses?”

Hey! Aren’t you a little too arrogant?! I’m the Gang Leader, you know! Don’t I have any dignity?!

Xia Rushui decided not to thank this person. She silently stood on her toes, and with the help of the academy’s platform shoes and raised heels, she was barely the same height as the boy.

Xia Rushui lifted her head, scorned the boy with her nostrils, and then turned to enter Exam Room 1 with a hmpf.

Her seat was by the window. Next to her was a relatively androgynous-looking girl who was surprisingly pretty. As a face-lover, Xia Rushui momentarily forgot about her own eyes and looked at her a couple of extra times.

The first subject was Mathematics. This was easy for her. In her previous life, Xia Rushui was a genuine science student. Her Math and minor science subject scores were excellent, and she rarely made mistakes unless she was careless.

Later, under the supervision of her former homeroom teacher, Xia Rushui gradually shed her careless and restless habits.

Her wrist moved deftly, her pen flew across the paper, and her answering speed was extremely fast. She finished the entire medium-difficulty math test in about half an hour.

She didn’t know the specifics of this world, but in her previous life, two large problems and one multiple-choice question on this paper would have been beyond the curriculum.

With the liberal arts and science classes mixed up, the difficulty of the test papers in this room was also different. Xia Rushui estimated that she had received the easier version.

She was quite interested in trying the science paper.

Xia Rushui quickly dealt with the math paper and casually observed the other students in the exam room.

Everyone was writing furiously, each with a tense, battle-ready expression. Only she was idle.

She decided to sleep.

Shen Yishu’s seat was next to Xia Rushui. Today’s math test had two especially difficult long problems. She glanced at Xia Rushui, who had been writing non-stop since the papers were handed out.

The girl next to her was already asleep.

The bright sunlight shone on her, adding a softness to her whole person.

The girl had a beautiful face and fair skin that practically reflected the light under the sun.

She noticed that Xia Rushui seemed to have changed.

She no longer wore the garish, exaggerated makeup. Now, her entire little face was clean and makeup-free. Her wine-red long hair was tied up with a plain black elastic band, revealing a smooth, full forehead.

St. Lan Academy did not restrict students’ makeup or hairstyles; it didn’t object to individual expression. The only requirement was that they had to wear the school uniform.

Girls at this age were naturally youthful and delicate, and the girls at St. Lan Academy were even more so. They came from affluent families and had been cultivated as ladies and socialites since childhood—well-mannered, skilled in all the arts, with gentle and mild temperaments.

But Xia Rushui was an anomaly.

With naturally magnetic peach blossom eyes and thick, curled eyelashes like little brushes, even with that ugly makeup, Xia Rushui possessed a unique charm.

Her beauty was extroverted, carrying a strong aggressiveness.

Now, she seemed to have toned it down a lot, as if that brazen demeanor had been hidden away.

Thinking about what Xia Rushui had done to her in the past, Shen Yishu snapped out of her thoughts, frowned in distaste, and returned to her expressionless state.

Her face seemed even colder than before.

The pleasant math exam soon ended. The next subject was Xia Rushui’s most distressing one—Chinese Literature.

Sitting in the exam room, Xia Rushui was hesitant, making a constipated face at the Chinese paper.

After a long period of contemplation, she suddenly realized something!

Wait a minute! My current way of thinking is seriously flawed! And it’s a very serious problem!

She was not just an ordinary high school student!

She was the full name: Rushui Ice Crystal? Butterfly’s Love? Wounded Snow? Cherry Dream Purple? Rich Woman? Xia, with a nine-figure deposit and countless movable and immovable properties under her name—a future super rich woman!!!

Shouldn’t the purpose of a rich woman be to eat, drink, and squander her fortune?!

Did she need to care about a small thing like the college entrance exam?!

Did she?

Absolutely! Not! Needed!

A person like her, who possessed an endless amount of damn money, should be extravagantly indulgent and should not suffer the pain of liberal arts and the college entrance exam!

Hahahahahahaha!

Having figured out this key point, Xia Rushui instantly fell into degeneracy.

Degeneracy, this emotion, is born from a momentary desire for self-destruction, but the suffering it entails is often permanent.

Xia Rushui was not yet aware of this.

Her mind was currently entirely obscured by the vast nine figures.

She only knew: Degenerate for a moment, feel good for a moment. Degenerate all the time, feel good all the time!

Nine figures! The purpose of heaven making her transmigrate and inherit so much wealth was so she wouldn’t have to suffer the torment of the college entrance exam again!

Thinking this, Xia Rushui picked up her pen and quickly filled in the blank spaces for the classical poetry questions—the section she had always loathed the most.

If the Flying General of Dragon City were still alive, I’d be happy writing nonsense alone.

Do you know, do you know, it should be a pork knuckle.

After diarrhea, going to the toilet, is like a river of spring water flowing east.

Looking up to the sky and laughing, I walk out the door, tonight I’m eating crayfish.

In the heavens, let us be like winged birds, on Earth, let us be pigs with joined tails.

If my Luoyang friends ask about me, put less chili and more vinegar.

I ask, how much sorrow can one have, you don’t even have a significant other!

Finished, Xia Rushui blew on the answer sheet, gazing at her classical poetry answers with satisfaction. She gave herself a mental rainbow compliment: I am a damn genius.

Author’s Note:

Hahaha, self-destruction comes at a price!

Teacher: This test paper requires a parent’s signature.

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