Chapter 671: and translation of chapter title

In A City, that year 5

October.

Jiang Family.

Jiang Liangjin sat at the desk in the room, with an opened economics book halfway through in front of him, but his gaze was not focused on the pages.

He raised his hand to open the computer, clicked into a website, and the account marked "shay" just sent a message.

Since he occasionally acted overseas under the identity of You starting from middle school, shay began helping him, sending a bunch of information every few days, plus a few irrelevant flatteries.

Suddenly a phone call popped up; Jiang Liangjin hung up and opened the chat box.

shay: 【Big boss big boss big boss! Are you there? Jianghu emergency! This time it's really a matter of life and death!!】

After that came a string of crying-face and kneeling emojis.

Jiang Liangjin glanced over it, with no intention of responding.

Seeing no reply from shay's side, he sent another: 【Brother! Sister! I'll work like an ox and horse for you; I truly have no choice but to come to you!】

After a moment of silence, the screen popped up You's signature question mark: 【？】

shay: 【!! You finally showed up!! Ancestor!!!】

Then came another long message, incoherently explaining the situation: 【I just got into some trouble; now the other party has come to my door, asking me to use an underground channel to exchange, I can't come up with it, nor can I fill that hole……】

shay: 【If my family finds out, I'm doomed!】

Jiang Liangjin skimmed through it quickly; in short, this person got into trouble and came to him for help.

You: 【Send me your information and location】

shay instantly burst into joy: 【Wuwuwuwu, just having you say that is enough! If you're willing to take a look, I'm already so moved I don't know what to say!】

He didn't have time to guess the other's intent, fearing to miss the sole lifeline, he nonstop sent his information and location over.

Jiang Liangjin quickly finished reading the message and already grasped some details about the other party: shay, twenty years old, Y Guo nationality, residing in M Guo, long involved in the local underground investment circle full of mixed characters.

He wasn't convenient to intervene in M Guo's affairs, but his third uncle Jiang Yuan happened to be there.

You: 【Also send the other party's data】

shay didn't dare delay; after sending it, he immediately added: 【I know handling this is tricky, but I also don't dare ask anyone else; as long as you're willing to step in, name your conditions!】

Jiang Liangjin indeed wanted a favor: 【Let me see if I can handle it】

shay instantly sent back: 【Ancestor, thank you! Thank you! You are my ancestor! I kowtow to you!】

Jiang Liangjin put down his phone, forwarded the data to his third uncle, with a note: 【There's a matter here; if you know someone over there, please lend a hand if convenient】

Third uncle: 【Okay, I'll check】

「……」

Jiang Yuan, far away in M Guo, looked at the information on his phone screen, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Could the person this nephew knows be Shi Yan's younger brother? And did he offend someone from M Guo's underground organization?

At least it's a request from the little nephew; since it's not troublesome, let's help.

Jiang Yuan got up, searched his contacts for a long time, finally found the corresponding number, and dialed.

Half an hour later, Shi Che's phone in M Guo received a brief encrypted message: 【The matter has been settled by our young master; it's safe, come home early】

Shi Che read it over and over, hardly believing his eyes.

He tried contacting that organization, and the response had shifted from previous step-by-step pressure to vague "misunderstanding" and "withdrawn."

Shi Che remained dazed for a long time, slowly collapsing to the ground, covering his thumping heart.

Wuwuwuwu, Grandpa was right—the outside world really isn't as good as he imagined! He almost lost his life……

But, You is still a young master?

After confirming the gender, Shi Che decided not to call You "sister" anymore.

He stood up and replied to You with a string of exclamation marks: 【Big boss, what connections did you use? You resolved it this fast?!】

Jiang Liangjin only replied with a period.

Shi Che promptly sensed the cue and didn't press further, instead sending: 【Brother, are you free today? I'll send you some money? I don't know how to repay you!】

Jiang Liangjin replied: 【Not lacking】

shay: 【Fine fine, I'm on standby anytime! If you need anything, just find me!】

A City.

Sheng Luo Middle School.

After nearly two months, Mu Youyu gradually figured out the basics of Class 1.

Her grades were indeed the best in the grade, but the small cliques in the class outnumber those of the neighboring classes combined.

During breaks, the talk always circles around "which family signed which project" and "who was arranged by family to meet whom this week," that sort of content.

They appear to be merely coping with studies on the surface, but behind the scenes they work harder than anyone; in short, the competition is fierce.

Mu Youyu has little desire to participate in this; she has always been diligent on the surface.

Liu Wanwan was discussing with her what to eat for lunch.

Suddenly, a low-volume excited discussion came from the back rows; Mu Youyu listened for a moment and caught a few keywords.

"Song Yan… have you seen his movie? Wow, does he know martial arts? His moves are too cool!"

"Yeah, especially handsome; he's only seventeen this year? His first film was made together with Lu Yuchu!"

"By the way, could Song Yan and Lu Yuchu be relatives? They look so alike! They're also artists under the same company."

"No way? If they really were, they'd have already announced it to hype things up."

"It's not impossible; their records are both very clean."

"Is it handled by XY Group? Protecting the artists."

「……」

Mu Youyu listened for a moment, the corners of her mouth curling up, and did not join the discussion.

Liu Wanwan lifted her eyelids slightly and casually replied, "Song Yan? He's really hot lately; our Cencen is completely captivated by him."

Upon mentioning her brother, Mu Youyu echoed repeatedly, "Exactly, he's super talented, great everywhere, I like him too!"

If Song Yan heard this, he would surely show off in front of his brothers for a long time.

Liu Wanwan looked slightly surprised: "You still chase stars?"

"Yes."

The discussion didn't last long.

After class, Mu Youyu went to the restroom, and Liu Wanwan accompanied her.

When they came out, they saw Liu Wanwan blocked in the hallway corner by a few girls from other classes.

The leader, eyes red-rimmed and voice trembling, said, "What gives you the right to steal the person I like? Do you know how long I've been pursuing him?"

Liu Wanwan's expression was indifferent: "What thing, what does it have to do with me?"

That person bit their lip: "How can you be so hateful!"

Liu Wanwan shrugged nonchalantly: "Thanks, I know I'm hateful. Move aside, I need to go back to class."

The girl clenched her fists, voice louder: "You're just relying on your family's wealth, aren't you? Besides that, what else do you have?"

Liu Wanwan's tone turned more serious: "Besides being wealthy, I'm also good-looking."

A few onlookers couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Mu Youyu stepped forward: "Wanwan, let's go, class is starting."

"Let's go." Liu Wanwan put her arm around her shoulder and walked toward the classroom.

Mu Youyu glanced sideways at the girl still standing there, biting her lip, and asked, "How many times have you done this this semester?"

"Maybe the fourth?"

Mu Youyu exclaimed, "How are you so popular?"

"Can't help it, natural beauty is hard to resist."

The two walked into the classroom side by side.

Duan Nuo stood at the podium, holding a form, his voice eight degrees higher than usual: "Classmates! Registration for the school Art Competition starts next month; each class must submit at least two programs, spots are limited, first come, first served!"

His words fell, and the classroom instantly erupted in noise.

Duan Nuo's gaze fell on Mu Youyu, he lifted his chin: "Hey, Mu classmate, you're so talented, why not sign up and show off? Bring glory to our Class 1."

As soon as he said that, several classmates chimed in: "Exactly, you're the top of the school, definitely an all-rounder!"

"Mu classmate, go up and show a trick sometime, let us broaden our horizons."

"Yeah, if you go up and perform a program, you'll definitely be much better than those from the neighboring class."

"Winning first place shouldn't go to waste; we need to see your other strengths."

"Exactly, if you win another first, our class will shine again."

Someone interjected with ill intent: "Exactly, you wouldn't be... too scared to try, right?"

"Really? The school's top student doesn't dare to sign up for a program? Could it be you can't do anything at all?"

Mu Youyu kept her head down, finishing the final strokes of a quick sketch, intending not to respond.

She had come to A City just to relax; this kind of school Art Competition that requires being in the spotlight doesn't interest her much.

Moreover, she doesn't even care about bringing glory to the class.

Seeing this, Duan Nuo deliberately turned to the whole class: "Mu classmate, everyone wants to see your charm, so don't disappoint us."

Liu Wanwan clicked her tongue: "If you can't speak, just shut up; no one treats you as mute."

Duan Nuo was pinned to the podium by her remark.

The few girlfriends beside her also dared not speak for a moment, and the classroom fell silent for a few seconds.

Duan Nuo, unwilling to give up, forced an Awkward Smile and replied: "Wan sister, I'm just trying to liven up the class atmosphere..."

"Don't use my friend to liven up the atmosphere." Liu Wanwan's words were cold.

Mu Youyu put down her stylus, glanced at Duan Nuo, then swept over those who had just been making the most noise: "Don't shout, I'm not interested."

The clamor didn't stop because of that; instead, it intensified.

"What? Are you scared? Afraid of being exposed?"

"Aren't you good at grades? You don't even dare to join a small activity?"

"If you can't, you can't; stop pretending, stop putting on airs."

"If I were the school's top student, I would have gone up to show off long ago."

"……"

Liu Wanwan stood up: "Instead of picking on others, you'd better think about whether you want to sign up for the competition. If you don't dare to go on stage, then questioning your cowardliness, mocking your pretentiousness, and using others' excellence to morally blackmail them—"

"That's really low-class, ladies and gentlemen." The final sentence was wrapped in undisguised mockery.

The troublemakers fell silent, many gazes turning to Liu Wanwan... and to Mu Youyu beside her, waiting for her response.

Mu Youyu's eyes dimmed slightly, she slapped the desk with a "bang" and stood up.

"Great, you're trying to use the provocation tactic to draw my attention, aren't you?" She lifted her chin, her clear eyes scanning the whole class, "Congratulations, you succeeded."

Duan Nuo's lips moved, but he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

……Is the provocation tactic really that effective?

Mu Youyu walked forward, directly took the registration form from her hand, and filled in her name in the first blank.

She put the form back on the podium, turned back to her seat, and as she passed Duan Nuo, her steps paused for a moment: "See you at the Art Competition hall next month."

"Since you're all so eager, if I don't go to the competition venue to show off and win another prize, wouldn't I be letting down your efforts?"

Duan Nuo's face froze for a few seconds: "You..."

The words stopped just in time; Duan Nuo gritted her teeth, and she also sneered a bit. Mu Youyu really dares to sign up? Once this person gets on stage, they'll definitely outshine her!

Mu Youyu had already walked back to her seat and sat down, lowering her head again to do a quick sketch.

Liu Wanwan took her seat, gave her a thumbs-up, and lowered her voice: 'Little Youyou, cool.'

'Necessary.' Mu Youyu curled her lips and added, 'Aren't you supposed to sign me up? Then I'll prepare properly.'

Liu Wanwan patted her shoulder, 'If you need help, just say it, sis—I also know a bit about art… Forget it, I'll sign up too.'

Having said that, she waved at Duan Nuo, signaling her to come over.

After Duan Nuo obediently came over, Liu Wanwan wrote her name below Mu Youyu's.

In the back rows, the few who had just been the loudest in stirring things up exchanged glances, Expression varied.

Someone muttered quietly, 'She really dares to take it on, isn't she afraid of embarrassing herself later?'

The sisters who were close friends with Liu Wanwan couldn't stand it anymore: 'Don't say that, participation prizes are prizes too—what if she turns out to be pretty and talented?'

'Oh please, just because luck got you first place doesn't mean you're all‑talented.'

'Yeah, we were just joking, but she actually fell for it—hahahaha…'

'Shh, keep it down, Liu Wanwan is looking this way.'

Those few voices gradually faded away.

After composing herself, Duan Nuo gathered the forms, looked at Mu Youyu, and said with a smile, 'Good luck—don't embarrass our class, and hopefully get first place.'

Mu Youyu ignored her.

Over the next month, Mu Youyu began preparing for the competition.

Feng Cen heard that she had voluntarily signed up for the campus arts and literature Art Competition and was quite surprised: 'You usually don't bother with these activities—what made you change your mind?'

Feng Cen and several of Liu Wanwan's sister‑friends also wondered, 'Yeah, junior, this kind of thing is a hassle—why did you sign up together with Wanwan?'

'Wouldn't it be better to be an excellent salted fish like us?'

The sister‑friends don't like participating in such activities and dislike being criticized.

Mu Youyu propped her chin on one hand and said, 'Because someone provoked me with a goading tactic.'

Feng Cen raised an eyebrow and asked, 'Then you took the bait?'

'Took the bait?' Mu Youyu wagged her index finger, 'I just wanted to show them what it means not to casually use a goading tactic on me.'

Liu Wanwan chimed in from the side, 'She's already decided what she'll perform—guess what.'

Feng Cen said, 'Are you going to perform your forte, drawing?'

Mu Youyu hadn't even thought of the Art School aspect, 'Can you even perform live drawing on stage?'

'Why not? It's basically an entertainment activity—just for fun.'

The sister‑friends got excited, 'You really want to draw on stage? I've never seen that before!'

'Exactly, junior, good luck.'