Chapter 329: Campus Scholar System (1)

At the entrance of Deya International High School.

A few high school seniors with hair dyed in currently trendy colors caught up to a slender girl walking leisurely out of the campus.

"Sister Yang, are you really transferring to First High School? Why?"

The boy in the lead, sporting a shock of dazzling purple bangs, looked completely bewildered, with the words "why would you be so self-destructive" clearly written all over his face.

How great is International High School!

No grade requirements, no pressure from the College Entrance Examination, go to class if you want, skip class if you want; coming and going through the school gate is as free as entering your own home.

Anyway, none of their families are short on money; they just drift through to get a high school diploma, go abroad, and then drift through an overseas university degree before coming back to inherit the family business.

Who would be so self-destructive as to go compete with a bunch of bookworms in the domestic College Entrance Examination? And at First High School, which is strictly managed and known as the "King of Involution," no less?

As it turns out, their big sister, Sister Yang, is the one being self-destructive; she was having a perfectly good time and suddenly proposed transferring to First High School.

And it was only proposed this morning; after eating lunch, she said it was all settled. I heard her father donated a Shiyan Lou to First High School, so she can transfer whenever she wants.

This is just too sudden and too fast.

Is there some treasure at First High School that their big sister absolutely must go get?

Xie Yang swept a glance at these academic underachievers and rich kids who hung around the original owner.

Looking at the hair colors on their heads that looked exactly like pheasant feathers and the messy array of studs in their ears, then touching her own bangs with a streak of granny-gray dye and the row of four diamond studs along the edge of her ear, she couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

"Dye your hair less in the future."

She paused: "And don't get random ear piercings either."

Before transferring, she gave this group of underlings some heartfelt advice:

"Some chemicals in hair dye can lead to cell mutations and increase the risk of cancer; if ear piercings are done carelessly, they can damage the ears and affect hearing."

"..."

The underlings looked at each other in confusion.

What's wrong with Sister Yang? Was she triggered by something?

Or is she possessed by the late Great-Aunt of the Xie Family? Why is she only saying health tips that elders would nag about?

What happened to the promise of limited youth and reckless abandon?

Xie Yang glanced at the limited-edition Patek Philippe rose gold diamond-encrusted watch on her wrist: "Alright, that's enough, you can stop here! Go back to class, we'll hang out again when there's time."

She waved at the group with nonchalance and strode toward the luxury car her family had sent to pick her up for the transfer.

Behind her, the crowd of underachieving underlings stood dumbfounded.

What did Sister Yang just say?

Let them go back to class?

She doesn't have a fever, does she?

Xie Yang sat into the extremely spacious rear seat of the Range Rover long-wheelbase version and signaled to the driver: "Song Shu, go to First High School."

"Alright, Miss."

The car pulled away steadily from Deya International High School, passed through the unobstructed afternoon traffic, and drove toward Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School ten kilometers away.

Xie Yang leaned against the leather seat and feigned sleep, sorting through the task details for this plane.

Her identity this time is the only daughter of Xie Wenteng, the biggest nouveau riche in Jiangcheng.

The Xie Family only made their fortune in the last thirty years; thirty years ago, they were still a destitute family as poor as church mice, and Xie Wenteng was still a street hoodlum who spent his time cockfighting, dog-racing, and causing trouble.

Don't look at his name, which sounds full of scholarly air; in reality, he wasn't cut out for studying. Scoring twenty or thirty points was a common occurrence, and he dropped out before finishing middle school, drifting around with a group of social thugs he met outside of school.

By chance, he came into contact with the coal industry, and with his natural businessman's brain, he seized the "Golden Decade" of the coal boom, becoming the country's premier coal boss, thereby allowing the Xie Family, a family of mud-legged peasants, to transform and achieve a leap in social class.

When the original owner was born, the Xie Family had already moved the whole family to Jiangcheng.

A nouveau riche cannot hide their wealth once they have it.

Especially since Xie Wenteng is someone who particularly loves to show off; having made it big, of course, he wants everyone to see it.

Besides wearing several thick, gaudy gold necklaces around his neck, gold rings with emerald jade settings on his fingers, and traveling in luxury cars and wearing fine clothes to flaunt his status, he also waved his hand and circled a piece of residential land on the banks of the Siming River, where land is worth its weight in gold, and built a cluster of villas that could definitely be called magnificent and luxurious at the time.

The "King of Buildings" is for the Xie Family to live in themselves, while some of the other villas were sold and some were kept. The ones kept were naturally for his daughter's dowry in the future.

Anyone who knows Xie Wenteng's background envies his financial luck.

Even he himself feels that dropping out of school thirty years ago to join society and running to the coal mining area with his sworn social brothers was the wisest decision of his life.

And if one were to ask about his greatest regret in this life—

"President Xie has everything, now he just lacks a son to inherit the family business."

"President Xie is only forty-five this year, right? He's well-maintained, look at that thick head of hair; if he went out and said he was thirty, people would believe it. If President Xie's wife can't give birth to a son, how many women outside would be willing to bear him one."

"Exactly, nowadays a thirty-five-year-old who isn't married isn't called an 'old leftover man,' they're called a 'diamond bachelor.' With President Xie's net worth, even if he went to the entertainment industry to pick a few eighteen or nineteen-year-old beauties to bear him a son, it would just be a matter of a single word."

"Could it be that President Xie's wife is stopping him from looking outside?"

"That's for sure! If President Xie's wife didn't stop him by threatening to kill herself, would President Xie still not have a son?"

Outsiders all think that Xie Wenteng's greatest regret must be that he only has one daughter, Xie Yang, and no son.

In the future, the vast family business will likely go to his daughter and son-in-law.

Actually, that's not the case.

Xie Wenteng has been rebellious since he was a child; the more the older generation nagged, the more he resented it.

All that talk of "continuing the bloodline," "carrying on the family name," "daughters are raised for others, sons are raised for one's own family"...

Bah!

If you count nine generations up the Xie Family line, not a single generation lacked a son, but which generation ever amounted to anything?

Especially in his grandfather's generation, the brothers of several branches were almost wiped out by the successive wars and famine years.

If it weren't for his grandfather's good luck in meeting his kind-hearted grandmother, could there have been his father and his brothers later?

His grandfather could barely save his own life, yet he was expected to continue the bloodline and carry on the family name?

Bullshit!

Just look at those living examples around us:

Zhao Zong has many sons, right? And they were born to him by different women.

He felt his legally wedded wife was uncultured and too vulgar, couldn't be brought out in public, and wasn't a match for him after he became successful; of course, the most critical point was that she couldn't bear him a son, so he kept three mistresses on the side, and each mistress bore him a son.

And the result? Those three sons schemed and plotted against each other to fight for the family fortune, and in the end, they all suffered, with one dead, one crippled, and one in prison.

Tsk tsk!

Was the bloodline continued? It seems it was.

Is there a next generation? Not necessarily!

The one who was crippled reportedly damaged his reproductive organs.

The one who went to prison was sentenced to life imprisonment.

Even if he gets a sentence reduction for good behavior later, he'll be sixty or seventy years old when he gets out; can he still carry on the Zhao family line? Even if he still has the vitality, the quality won't be any good.

So, this thing called a son is just the icing on the cake if you have one, and it's no big deal if you don't.

On the contrary, children being safe, healthy, and doing well in their studies is the foundation for a family to continue.

Therefore, a son is simply not Xie Wenteng's greatest regret.

His only current regret is: his daughter's academic grades are too poor.

Of course, this point cannot be blamed on the child's mother; if anyone is to be blamed, it should be him.

Who told him to be a bottom-of-the-class slacker back in school; his daughter not loving studies but loving to fight now can be considered inheriting her father's career.

"Achoo!"

Xie Yang sneezed out of the blue.

"Miss, is the air conditioning set too cold?"

Xie Yang waved her hand: "It's just right."

Isn't it just playing the part of a wealthy family's slacker daughter?

She just played it in the last plane, the experience is still fresh, it's a piece of cake.