Chapter 10

Mu Youyu took leave to return to Jingxi Villa and changed into a light pink hoodie, her hair still brown.

She finished a small cupcake, checked the time; it's now just before the third period ends.

Mu Youyu got in the car, planning to return to Lan Lin.

After getting out of the car, she tidied her necklace and hair, pulling up the hood of her hoodie.

Upon reaching the first floor of the first-year section at Lan Lin, the dismissal bell just rang, and her best friend Lin Ning's call came in.

Lin Ning had known a few days earlier that she had returned to C Shi, was especially excited, and the two sisters had met in person.

From the other end of the phone came Lin Ning's clear voice: "Youbao, I just woke up, planning to go to school! Are you at Lan Lin now? I'll sneak in to find you and hang out!"

Lin Ning is the young miss of the Lin family, ranked second among the wealthy clans of West City; she grew up with her, and their bond is like that of sisters.

However, she studies at the neighboring school, while Mu Youyu came to Lan Lin to avoid someone, so they are not at the same school.

Mu Youyu narrowed her eyes while walking and said: "Ningning, I'm currently at Lan Lin, but I still have fifteen minutes before class starts."

While speaking, she had already reached the door of Class A, Grade 1, and glanced inside through the glass window.

There was no teacher in the classroom, and many students had left their seats and were moving about.

As soon as she finished speaking, a shrill scream came from the other end of the phone: "Ahhh, I remembered that my senior invited me to lunch today, Youbao, I'm hanging up first—I need to get ready and head to Nan Feng!"

Without waiting for her reply, Lin Ning hastily hung up the phone.

Mu Youyu gave a helpless smile; the senior is from the second year at Nan Feng, and is Lin Ning's...

... person she admires.

Back when she was in A City, she had heard Lin Ning say many good things about this senior.

When encountering matters related to the senior, her emotions inevitably become excited—normal.

Mu Youyu put away her phone, about to push the door to enter class, when her heart suddenly stirred inexplicably.

As if pulled by some invisible force, she subconsciously turned her head to glance toward the school gate.

She saw three people walking boldly toward the school gate; among them, a boy with wine-red hair was particularly noticeable.

Though she couldn't see his appearance clearly, only a silhouette, it made Mu Youyu's heart skip inexplicably, giving rise to a strange sense of familiarity.

After staring for a few seconds, she withdrew her gaze, entered Class A, and took off the hood from her hoodie.

She lifted her eyes, discovered her desk had been moved to the back, and walked speechlessly to Bai Yun's side.

"Who moved my seat?"

Bai Yun heard the question and softly explained: "It was your previous desk mate; he doesn't like having a desk mate."

After hearing that, Mu Youyu said thanks to her.

Then she realized, anyway her current lessons were done; sitting anywhere made little difference to listening, so she didn't ask further.

It's as if nobody wants a desk mate!

Mu Youyu walked to her seat and straightened her slightly askew desk.

In front of her, two rows had books but no one occupying the seats.

Mu Youyu withdrew her gaze, wearily slumped over the desk to tidy some messy books; shortly, the last morning class would begin.

It was math class; a young, beautiful female teacher walked into the classroom.

The math teacher tightly held a stack of test papers.

She stepped onto the podium, scanned the students below, and said in a light tone: "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! The test papers have been graded; overall scores are excellent. Now let's go over the details!"

She took the top paper from the stack and said: "I want to congratulate our class math representative, Xia Chao-yi! First place, 129 points!"

The students below the podium let out exclamations.

"This test was quite difficult; he became the only person at Lan Lin to score over 120, which is fantastic! Ladies and gentlemen, give him some face—applause to encourage him." The teacher lavished praise without reservation.

"Low-key, low-key." Xia Chao-yi gave a light cough and walked up onto the stage.

The Class A students obliged, starting to clap.

"Awesome, it's gotta be Brother Xia!"

"Brother Xia is badass!"

As Xia Chao-yi's desk mate, Bai Yun's eyes flickered, and she deliberately praised: "Wow, Chao-yi brother~ you're amazing! I couldn't even break 120."

After saying that, she softly sighed, looking ashamed of her inferiority.

Hearing the tone of his childhood friend, Xia Chao-yi gave a light smile and mimicked: "Little Yun sister, overpraised, overpraised~ Brother just got lucky~"

Bai Yun: "……"

"Don't be so asking for a beating, okay?"

Mu Youyu also clapped lightly, her expression calm, not overly surprised.

The teacher had Xia Chao-yi hand out the test papers.

Mu Youyu is a transfer student; he thoughtfully gave her a new test paper to look at.

When the Class A students received their test papers, they immediately let out a burst of exclamations.

"I only got 106 points—ahhh!"

"Ahhh, was the last question actually done by a person?"

"Damn, the test was so hard, speechless."

"Who set the questions?"

"……"

The teacher raised a hand: "Ladies and gentlemen, please quiet down."

The Class A students cooperated fully and fell silent.

The teacher continued: "Ladies and gentlemen, you performed excellently this time; the excellence rate and average total score remain first! Give yourselves a round of applause!"

She started clapping first.

After the noise died down, the class fell silent and the teacher began explaining the problem.

She first explained the last major question; she liked to call on students to answer, to gauge their problem‑solving approach.

No student in the whole school got this question right……

The teacher's gaze swept over the students in Class A and finally settled on Mu Youyu.

The vice principal arranged for her to come in, and having won many awards, this transfer student was that unfamiliar classmate, right?

「The student with brown hair, are you a transfer student? 」

Mu Youyu blinked, realizing she was being called.