Chapter 166: Volume 1 Chapter 166 Study Well, Make Progress Every Day (10)

After the middle-school exam, another two years passed. On the day Jiang Zhi came of age, Xi Ye held a grand birthday banquet, inviting many bigwigs from the business world, proudly showing off his precious daughter.

The venture-capital industry called Xi Ye the most ruthless and heartless big shot; he announced his marriage and joyfully gained a beloved daughter, shaking the entire business world.

Jiang Zhi returned home exhausted, lying in bed so tired she didn't even want to move a finger.

In the past two days, too many things happened—her parents got married, and before she could rest a few days, they began arranging her birthday banquet.

Only now does she have time to rest; in her previous world, her parents were either dead or lay unconscious in bed from a car accident, unable to move.

This should be the first time her parents are alive and well, yet they managed to stir up so much trouble.

Since two years after that middle-school exam, she hadn't encountered any villains and focused solely on completing her academic mission.

This year she is in her third year of high school, the final year; study time is tight, homework piles up, and over the past two days it has accumulated, so she can only drag herself out of bed, reluctantly, to do her homework.

"Ding."

The phone lying on the table rang; it was a text message from her only friend at school, Wu Wan.

She had always maintained a cool, aloof persona, silent and taciturn, sometimes even seeming unapproachable. But unable to resist her strong charm, Wu Wan seemed to see through her exterior straight to her heart, determined to be her friend.

(Wan Wu: Xiao Zhizhi! You've taken leave these two days and haven't come to school; I'll tell you a huge piece of news—our class has a new transfer student, incredibly handsome, a mixed-race hottie, with a superb personality! You'll definitely like him!)

(Attached photo)

Jiang Zhi opened that photo; it was a candid shot showing a striking head of gold short hair, his face turned to block the light spilling from the window beside him, making his skin look as white as snow, his features somewhat mixed-race, faintly revealing those typical Eastern fox eyes, slightly narrowed, a smile playing on his lips, able to easily soften others' hearts, making one unconsciously want to draw near.

The instant she saw that face clearly, all the plot information about the villain transmitted into her mind.

The world's villain, Li Wen Nian, as an illegitimate son, was taken back home by his father.

His father operates overseas the largest-scale, most extensive black empire, with an extremely deep scheming nature and quite the playboy, surrounded by countless women and many illegitimate sons, using a gu‑like method to make his biological sons slaughter each other.

Li Wen Nian is one of the few sons who survived among more than ten, possessing methods even more ruthless than his father's and a madman's personality; from childhood he fought to the death in underground arenas, yet derived pleasure from it, enjoying slaughter.

As such a pervert, what is his purpose in returning from abroad?

His biological father feared he would become a monster unable to inherit the estate, so he sent him to study at a domestic school to properly 'cure' his illness and turn him into a normal person.

Jiang Zhi's fingers holding the phone trembled slightly; she pressed her pale lips and said, 'Brother Seven, how can this world's villain be so frightening?'

777 wholeheartedly agreed with the Host's words: 'Come on! You can definitely do it.'

Jiang Zhi spent the most peaceful three years, almost forgetting she still had a mission.

The villain has appeared—that means the mission officially begins.

She earnestly looked at the photo on her phone, incredulous: 'He's clearly so cute—why is he a pervert?'

The boy in the photo is very cute; when he smiles he looks like an angel, nothing like the terrifying figure described in the plot.

One cannot judge a person by appearance.

The more twisted such a pervert's psychology, the more he likes to disguise himself, confusing enemies with a harmless image.

Jiang Zhi quickly put down her phone and went to focus on her homework.

The next morning.

She had caught a cold; over the past two days she had been rushing about, her body couldn't keep up, and upon waking she felt icy all over, with a blocked nose and a dry, sore throat.

Xi Ye and Jiang Mu went on their honeymoon, and it's unknown when they'll return; Xi Father's health is poor, so he's recuperating in the hospital, while Xi Mother naturally went to look after him.

The whole household now has only Jiang Zhi left—no, there are also some servants and Steward Xu.

After finishing breakfast, Jiang Zhi took two cold pills and sat drowsily in the back seat of the car.

"Xiao Zhi? Xiao Zhi?"

In a daze she heard the call; Jiang Zhi opened her eyes, rubbed them, and asked, 'Have we arrived?'

Steward Xu saw she was unwell and worriedly asked, 'What's wrong? Why not take the day off today and come to school tomorrow?'

Jiang Zhi shook her head and said, 'I'm fine, Uncle Xu—I'm going to class, goodbye.'

Having said that, she got out of the car.

The sunlight falling on her dispelled some of the chill; Jiang Zhi made her way to the classroom, where a figure came running toward her—her good friend Wu Wan.

"Xiao Zhizhi, you've finally come to school—I've missed you so much!"

Jiang Zhi almost lost her balance, stepping back with her right foot, barely supporting her weak body, and said, 'Get up first.'

Wu Wan noticed her abnormal condition and hurriedly asked, 'What's wrong? Are you sick? Your complexion looks so bad.'

Jiang Zhi coughed lightly against her lips and said, 'Just a bit of a cold.'

Back-row seat.

"Wen Nian, hurry and look—that's our class belle and school belle, pretty, right?" Gong Ge, sitting behind, jabbed his elbow into the boy reading beside him and said with a grin.

He didn't notice the boy's expression, as cold and deep as an abyss, bursting forth with terrifying killing intent.

When Li Wen Nian lifted his gaze, his expression returned to normal, his deep-sea-like eyes unblinkingly fixed on the person standing at the classroom door.

The same stiff blue‑white uniform, when worn by her, gave a different feeling—her black hair bound behind her, her complexion slightly pallid, yet her brows and eyes were lovely as a vivid rose, especially those peach‑blossom eyes that should be full of emotion, now icy to the extreme, as if nothing could enter her gaze.

A flash of light appeared in Li Wen Nian's pupils; unable to restrain himself, he walked over, stopped before her, and slightly curled his lips, saying, 'Hello, I've just transferred here; my name is Li Wen Nian.'

He was quite the chatterbox, yet his voice was as enchanting as a siren's: 'Li of dawn, Wen of gentleness, Nian of years.'

Jiang Zhi stared at the boy who suddenly appeared before her, her gaze fixed on his eyes, and she lost herself for a few seconds.

Unlike the photo, seeing his face up close revealed a more exquisite, dazzling countenance—clear, pure azure irises, a face smaller than any girl's yet he stood much taller than her, his features sculpted to perfection, gold short hair falling over his brow like an angel in an oil painting, or like the most beautiful youth Adonis from ancient Greek myth.

She almost averted her gaze the moment she came to, her lips tensed, revealing a hint of unapproachable coldness.

"Hmm."

Having said that, unwilling to linger another moment, she lifted her foot and stepped past him toward her seat.

The boy didn't give up on talking to him, his perfect smile bright and lively, asking, 'What's your name? You haven't told me yet.'

Jiang Zhi stopped her steps and replied, 'Jiang Zhi.'

When he opened his mouth to ask which Jiang and which Zhi, Jiang Zhi finished writing, tore off the paper, and handed it to him.

On the white paper were written the two characters 'Jiang Zhi', in regular script, neat and tidy, as if copied.

Li Wen Nian glanced at the characters, silently reading them once.

From Jiang Zhi it became... Zhizhi.

I like to call you Zhizhi, can I?