It had been a day since Ciel left the Belle Estate to visit his mentor. While he was away, Kate and Chloe spent their time studying for Saint Claire Academy's entrance exam under Andrea's tutelage.
Claire didn't need to study because she passed the exam a year ago. She spent her time in the library of the manor reading some of the novels in their collection.
'No good, I'm gonna die at this rate.' Kate frowned. She was looking at the Math textbook in her hand and she felt an approaching headache.
[You're exaggerating. Just look at Chloe.] Stella hinted at the young girl seated beside Kate. [She has difficulty seeing because of her eyes, but she still persists in studying. Why don't you try a little harder?]
'Ugh...'
Kate glanced at Chloe who had a look of concentration on her face. She was trying to solve a math problem that Andrea had given her. Her head was bent low, almost a hand width away from the book. It showed how difficult it was for her to read and write at the same time.
Stella was right. Compared to Chloe, her whining seemed petty in comparison. Kate picked up the Math textbook once again with renewed determination. The numbers and formulas flashed before her eyes making her dizzy.
'God, I hate Math. I give up!'
[Tsk!]
'Stella, you know I'm not a genius. I won't be able to pass the exam at this rate.'
[J-Just try a little harder. Don't you want to spend a happy school life with Ciel and Chloe?]
'I can handle the other subjects, but I'm weak in Math. Looking at these numbers makes me dizzy!'
Kate grumbled to no end leaving Stella no choice but to take over. The two of them switched and Kate decided to take a nap in their shared mindscape, while Stella studied in her place.
"The only things you are good at are eating and sleeping," Stella muttered helplessly. She gazed at the Math problems and started to solve them one by one.
Andrea was paying close attention to Kate. She noticed that the girl was having a hard time solving the Math problems she prepared for her. On the surface she was calm, but deep inside she was very worried. In order to pass the exam, Kate needed to get high marks in all subjects.
If she failed even one of them then she would not be able to enter the Academy. Andrea knew that she was not a qualified teacher. Since Kate was having trouble learning from her, she would just hire a Math Tutor instead.
She was about to leave the room to make a call when she noticed Kate's hand suddenly moved. She was jotting down formulas on her scratch paper and solving the problems on the worksheet.
Stella and Chloe solved their questionnaires in silence. Only the sound of their writing pens resounded in the room. An hour passed and both of them put down their pen at the same time.
Chloe closed her eyes and massaged her temples, while Stella stretched her arms from side to side. Andrea picked up the bell near her desk and shook it. Half a minute later, a maid entered the room.
Andrea asked her to bring the children to the terrace and serve them their afternoon snack. She didn't forget to ask them to pick up Claire from the library so the three girls could take a break together.
After the two children left the room, Andrea started to mark their answer sheets. A quarter of an hour passed as she blankly stared at Kate's answer sheet.
"Eh?" Andrea tilted her head in confusion. "Are you for real?!"
Kate got full marks on her quiz, which made Andrea think that she made a mistake when marking her papers. She double checked and triple checked them to make sure that she didn't made a mistake. A few minutes passed before she finally put the paper down.
She gazed at the ceiling with a complicated expression. "Either she is a math genius, or she has a knack for tests with multiple choices."
When Ciel told her that he was unable to win against Kate in chess, she thought that it was just beginner's luck. However, her son insisted that the two of them played three games in a row and he was unable to win even once.
Looking at Kate's test results, Andrea was starting to believe Ciel's claim.
"It's still too early to come to a conclusion," Andrea said as she massaged her forehead. "These are just simple math problems. Even Chloe got a near perfect score as well. I will have to raise the difficulty for the next set of questions."
If Ciel were to check these "simple Math problems" that his mother prepared for the two girls then he would have a complicated expression on his face.
The test Andrea prepared for Chloe was for "Year 9 Students."
The one she prepared for Kate was for "Year 11 Students."
(A/N: Year 9 is equivalent to the 8th Grade in America, while Year 11 is equivalent to the 10th Grade).
Andrea couldn't be considered a very intelligent person. She just thought that making the girls answer questions way above their "Year Level" would help them handle anything that the examiners threw at them. Still, after seeing the tests results, she deemed it best to hire a professional tutor for the two girls.
-----
"Big Sister, is something wrong?" Chloe asked. "You seemed different compared to your usual self."
"Oh? You're thinking too much, Chloe." Stella replied with a smile. "Make sure you eat a lot. You're still growing so your body needs a lot of nutrients."
"But, If I eat a lot of cake, wouldn't I get fat?"
"Nonsense! There's always room for desserts. Here, have one more slice."
Claire ate unhurriedly beside them. The novel she was reading a while ago was on top of the table. Stella glanced at the title of the book and read it aloud.
"The Webnovel Writer's Chatgroup. Such an interesting title. Is it any good?" Stella asked.
"Well, it's an amusing story," Claire replied with a grin. "It's a story about an amateur writer who started writing for the first time."
"Oh? Is he any good?"
"No. He sucked big time."
"Eh? Then why did you say it was an amusing story?" Stella stopped eating her cake and waited for Claire's answer.
"Because this novel is a true story." Claire giggled. "According to the author, the story is about the everyday lives of authors in an online chatroom."
"Online chat room?"
"Do you know about the internet?"
Stella shook her head. It was the first time she heard the word internet. She was quite curious about what the word meant.
"Do you know about computers?"
"Compu what?"
"Computers," Chloe repeated beside her. "They are like machines where you can play games, type stuff, and talk to people from far away places."
"Is it similar to a telephone?"
"Yes and No," Claire patiently explained. "It is like a telephone because you could communicate with people. However, you communicate through written text."
"Sounds interesting!"
"I believe there's a computer in Grandpa Arthur's study. If we ask him nicely, maybe he'll let us use it."
"Let's ask him when Big Brother comes back."
"Alright, that sounds like a plan."
Claire patted the book gently. "If possible, I want to meet these authors as well and talk with them in the Webnovel Writer's Chatgroup."
-----
Somewhere in a certain writer's chatroom...
"You bastards! How dare you slander the name of this refined, elegant, and charismatic author?" An author using the pen name Ely typed in fury. "Why are you ruining my image?"
"Image? Do you even have one?" An author replied with a ridicule emoji.
"Shut up Fro Fro!" Ely replied in disdain. "Stop procrastinating and write your goddamn story already!"
"Fro Fro! Ely!" An author with the pen name Jhact spammed hug emojis. "Hug please!"
"Refined, elegant, and charismatic author? That's a funny way of spelling the word 'delusional', Ely. xD!" A female author that has the username Nurie joined the conversation.
"SMH! Nunu, who's side are you on?"
(A/N: SMH = Shake my head. )
"Of course, I'm always on my side."
The authors of popular novels were up to their usual antics in the chatroom. Little did they know that they would be meeting a new member soon, and this member would give them the surprise of their lives.

Kate once had it all. Clothes, food, a place to stay, and a loving family. However, it all ended when her parents were murdered by a mysterious organization. Stella, her split personality, was the reason she barely made it out with her life. Living and hiding on the streets was a very difficult thing to do for a nine-year-old, but Stella helped her along the way.

A few years passed as she lived everyday in desperation. Tired, hungry, bitter, and on the verge of collapse, she was saved by a young boy when things took a turn for the worse. His name was Ciel Summers, her future dearest one.

Things were going smoothly until she managed to pass the entrance exam to the prestigious Saint Claire Academy. Hidden schemes played behind the scenes as a serum capable of awakening the latent powers of anyone below the age of 15 was developed.

They set their eyes on the elite students of the academy, and kidnapped Ciel, who became an unwilling test subject. It was the beginning of a series of events, which led Kate to discover the name of the organization that killed her parents and the secrets that were buried deep within her body.




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"Do you think Jake's mad?" Rosie shook her head, she was driving to school with Anna. "Jake probably shake it off pretending he doesn't even remember it is. That's how he is." Rosie sighed, "Which is actually you shouldn't even be interested in a guy like him. He's not worth your time." 

Anna scrunched her eyebrows together, "I wouldn't be wasting my time if my mate would just show up." Rosie hid her smile. "You think your mate's hiding from you?" Anna nodded, "I've been waiting for years for him and not one sign. Nada, nothing, zilch."

Did she just say zilch?, Rosie thought.

Rosie turned into the school parking lot struggling not to laugh at Anna's seriousness. She shut off the car turning to Anna. "Anna finding your mate is not the most important thing in the world. We are still only 16 we still have time. Your mate will present themselves when the time is right."

Anna just scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Yeah Rosie, whatever." Anna opened the car door hopping out and grabbing her bag. She was wearing a jean dress with a red maroon dress and black choker. Rosie got out and walked with her to their school lockers. Their lockers were next to each other courtesy of Rosie's mom who was the school principal.

They grabbed their books saying goodbye as they headed to their own classes planning to meet at lunch.

*************

Rosie was smart, smart enough to actually skip a grade. But she never did, mostly because she wanted to stay closer to Anna. They were both junior's already and had spent every grade together. Rosie didn't want to ruin that cycle.

In each class Rosie always knew the answers, whatever the question was. Everyone at school knew too, whenever they didn't know something they would come to her.

Rosie even thought about charging for answers, by thought against it in the end. She had even tutored some other kids just for the fun of it. Some even said she had it gifts, one for her strength and for her smartness. Rosie never bragged about it though. She always stayed quiet unless she really needed to speak.

Like now, she was in her math class and it was going impossibly slow. This was the class right before lunch and they were serving pizza today. They always ordered form some fancy restaurant and it was to die for.

In her class the teacher had asked a math question and it seemed like no one knew the answer. Everyone was avoiding the teacher's eyes looking every else around the room.

Rosie shook her head sighing. She raised her hand and the teacher's eyes seemed to brighten at her favorite student.

"Yes, Rosie?"

"The answer is 46," Rosie dated hurriedly. She noticed everyone was paying attention now and looking at the front. Well, she thought.

"Correct!", the teacher said just as the bell rang for lunch. All the students ran out the door heading to the cafeteria.

Rosie was the last one out heading to put her books in her locker. Just as she put her books away some called her name.

"Morris?" Rosie knew that voice, Dylan.

She turned looking at her mate standing a few feet away from her. He was wearing a red varsity football jacket with jeans. His brown curls were messy in a nice way. He was carrying a textbook in his hand and there was a pencil behind his ear.

Rosie always noticed that pencil. He always had one there. Her eyes traveled to his eyes shocked. Dylan never talked to her, ever. Well, not since kindergarten, but that was along time ago. 

Dylan was supposed to be a senior but him mom held back a year making him stay at home a while longer. It was common in the wolf community. Mothers always wanted more time with their pups before they sent them off to school. 

"Yes?," Rosie said. 

Dylan was smiling nervously, "Um.....this is embarrassing. God."

Rosie faced him waiting. "So.....I'm failing math and everyone knows you're like a math whiz and the teach said I needed to find a tutor or she'd fail me for my final grade." He paused. "So this is me asking you for help."

"Please," he added.

Rosie was surprised that he was asking her for help even if she was smart. Dylan was average in his smarts but she didn't think he would be failing math of all things. 

Rosie was on the verge if saying no but something stopped her. She suddenly had an urge to say yes. Maybe with the tutoring she could finally get some answers out if him.

Maybe he will finally notice her. Rosie didn't even know he knew she existed before this. This was her chance that she just couldn't miss.

"Yes," Rosie finally answered after being silent for minutes.

Dylan's smile widened into a real one looking happy. "That's great. We could start maybe Wednesday after school." He turned to leave then stopped, "Oh and please don't tell anyone about this. Let's just keep it between us, yeah." He touched Rosie's arm causing thousands of sparks to travel through it.

He left heading to the cafeteria , leaving a frozen Rosie. Rosie heart was beating fast that you could probably hear it for miles. She started walking toward to the cafeteria but changed her mind heading outside to the younger kids playground.

Also the place where she first saw Dylan.

&quot;Today, we will break off into groups and pretend to be a family. You will each take on the role of the mother, father, and younger siblings, and then talk about how that made you feel. Is that clear?&quot;
&quot;Yes, Ms. Kim~&quot;

Though she felt bad for 'Julian,' class was still just class, and everyone had circumstances of their own. Sure, first graders needed as much love and attention as possible, but 'Julian' was only one out of the thirty-two students Hee Yeon had to look after. She couldn't cancel class just for him alone.

She proceeded to divide the students into groups of four or five and gave them time to decide individual roles. Once the roles were clear, and students had chosen who was to be the mom or the dad, or even uncles and grandparents, the family play began with no issues.
&quot;Here,&quot; said one of the students playing the mother role. &quot;Take this money and go buy whatever you wish to eat.&quot;
The student then pretended to give the &quot;son&quot; some money. This likely stemmed from the student's wishes that their own mother would do something similar.

&quot;No, no. Let go. You can't do that. I told you not to do that. Why can't you just listen for once?&quot;
The students who had taken on the mother's role tried their hardest to be harsh and reprimanding, and the other students cheered and clapped their hands at the superb performance.

&quot;Hey,&quot; said one of the students. &quot;Can you give me some money? I want to play games.&quot;
&quot;What role are you playing?&quot; Asked Hee Yeon, approaching one of the groups
&quot;It's my uncle.&quot;
&quot;…&quot;
Hee Yeon couldn't help but give a small, sad smile.

'Julian' and his group were up next. Surprisingly, 'Julian' had taken the role of the father. Three girls played the part of the mother and two daughters. The mother cleaned the house while the older daughter volunteered to help sweep the floor. The younger daughter, on the other hand, grabbed onto the mother to beg for cookies, which made the rest of the class laugh. Indeed, watching the daughter cling to the much shorter mother was enough to make even Hee Yeon chuckle. In the midst of all this, however, 'Julian' behaving quite oddly, swinging an imaginary axe away from the rest of the family. When asked about this, he had simply answered, &quot;I'm cutting a tree to make a chair.&quot;

The other students seemed amazed by this, letting out a collective &quot;wow.&quot; Even Hee Yeon thought it was quite the spectacle. Making a chair? And not even an assembly type, but from scratch, by cutting down a tree? It just was not possible, according to all logic and common sense. After all, in the Republic of Korea, it was illegal for an individual to freely cut down trees. While Hee Yeon was lost in her thoughts, one of the students shouted out. &quot;How can you make a chair? You don't even have a dad. It's all a lie.&quot;

Such a response was to be expected of a child so young. Children, after all, acted maliciously without necessarily meaning any harm and lacked the ability to even distinguish good from bad. On top of that, only having been in the profession for three years, Hee Yeon lacked the proper experience to respond to such provocations in a timely manner. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to take care of this emergency. Just as she regained her composure, an awkward smile plastered on her face in an effort to make things better, the boy spoke.
&quot;There was a forest right behind our house.&quot; He said, as the students all stared at him. &quot;About…thirty minutes into the forest, there were many red cedar trees. You make chairs with them. Red cedars have smaller burls than other trees, so the wood is prettier. It's good for making chairs and tables too, because it's much lighter and harder.&quot;
He spoke calmly, his voice neither too loud nor too quiet, and Hee Yeon let him continue. She had no intention of stopping him now.

&quot;You use a saw to cut the wood down into the appropriate pieces for a chair. It's crucial that you cut along the grain. My father said that if you cut against it, the chair will be too weak and won't last as long.&quot;
The boy stopped speaking for a moment, and silence reigned in the classroom. No one could bring themselves to interrupt.
&quot;Once you have the wood in the adequate size and shape,&quot; the boy continued once again, &quot;you have to sand it down. I can start helping from this point. I smooth out all the edges and corners and then dust it off so that Dad can oil everything. You leave it out to dry, and three days after you sand it and oil it again. If you repeat this process two more times, the wood won't rot so easily, and it becomes a chair warm enough for our family to use. That's what my father said.&quot;

As he spoke, the boy's gaze had gradually dropped lower and lower, and when he had finally finished explaining, he had dropped his entire head to look at the floor beneath him. Looking at him, even the children knew better than to make thoughtless remarks.

****

&quot;Well, maybe he read it in a book?&quot; Asked the librarian after hearing Hee Yeon's story. However, Hee Yeon was wholly unconvinced, and tilted her head to the side skeptically. &quot;You think so? He described it in so much detail, though. It really felt like he was speaking from experience.&quot;
The librarian, Miss Lee, took a sip of the coffee she had been staring at, noticing that the instant coffee mix was much too sweet for her tastes, and began her rebuttal.
&quot;Well, I wasn't there to hear it, so I guess I'll just have to take your word on how &quot;it really felt,&quot; but I'm sure you'll find some books on woodwork in this library, if you look hard enough. To be honest, I think that boy is clever enough to embellish his stories to make them sound true. You know, kind of like that one condition where you believe your own lies. What was it…&quot;

Before Hee Yeon could even think of answering, Miss Lee continued without missing a beat.
&quot;Oh yes, Ripley's syndrome! I'm sure he has some inferiority complex or another, considering all the other children have parents and he doesn't. So he made up a pretty little story about an all-talented father who makes him chairs just like that. I guess that's what he considers to be admirable, the young thing. Who makes chairs by hand anyway? In this day and age? You can buy premade, fully functional chairs nearly anywhere.&quot;

Upon sensing that she had become too engrossed in her own story and Hee Yeon was now noticeably glaring at her, Miss Lee quickly fumbled for an excuse to make up for this mistake. &quot;Of course, I'm not saying the child is bad in any way. I'm also rather fond of him. He's the only one who comes to the library first thing in the morning. He can be a bit shy, but who could ever have anything bad to say about such a diligent, reliable child?&quot;

Wholly disregarding the librarian's feeble attempts to placate her, Hee Yeon felt that it was a very plausible explanation for the boy's behavior, even if she was morally inclined to disagree. Should she notify the institute about this?

The boy in question was reading in the classroom, blissfully ignorant of his teacher's dilemma. Morning classes had already ended, and he was now waiting for the after-school classes held in the afternoon. Today's class was math, which was one of the main reasons he had come to love school so much. The first and most important reason would always be reading. Though elementary level math was nothing too impressive, the boy thought it wondrous, almost like a subject that only mages in fantasy novels would be able to master. No one in the peasant town ever dealt with numbers, and the only example of counting they did was counting piles of wood. The boy had learned, for the first time in his life, that precise numbers could be used in daily life.

For a child so eager to learn everything that he could, curricula had no meaning. As the phrase went, &quot;a word to the wise is enough,&quot; especially when it came to mathematics. If a child, any child, took an interest in numbers, they could easily grasp the idea of three-digit numbers in first grade, even if it's meant to be taught in second grade. From there, the concept of four-digit numbers or greater would hardly be an issue. Moreover, elementary school math focuses on practical applications of numbers, providing various situations in which children must use operations to solve problems, and as such, the boy easily taught himself the basics of the subject simply by reading through the textbook. The after-school classes also had great impact, and while his classmates learned numbers up to fifty and the concept of even and odd numbers, the boy had already mastered the concept of addition, subtraction, and even multiplication, and reviewed this knowledge by solving math problems on his own.

In the classroom, as the boy kept reading through his textbook with the faintest of smiles on his face, a pair of eyes watched him furtively. It was his classmate, Kyung-eun. She was a tall girl, taller than most other classmates, which meant that she sat in the back during morning classes, away from the boy. She had started to take interest in him quite recently. To be more specific, she had started to take interest following the 'incident' a few days ago.

In the beginning of the semester, she had been busy befriending other girls in the class, and after that, she had extended her friendship and interest in boys as well. For example, her main object of interest was Jihoon, who was always being reprimanded by the teachers and yet had an outstanding reputation among his peers. As her interest in boys developed, she was taken aback by the interesting &quot;dad&quot; performance that the boy had shown. Until that point, she had only thought of him as an exotic looking, lonely classmate. After his performance, however, she began to think of him as a &quot;mysterious boy full of secrets.&quot; Still, she was much too shy to talk to him after almost a full semester of not even making eye contact, so all she could do to express her interest was to steal a look at him every so often.

But something was different today. There weren't that many students attending after-school classes, so there were less witnesses to her embarrassment. Thus, she decided to let her curiosity take over.

&quot;Hey…&quot; She began hesitantly, but the boy kept writing numbers down in his notebook. &quot;…Plaster face.&quot;

As soon as the word left her mouth, she knew she had made a terrible mistake. She had seen the other children call him that, and she had used his nickname without really thinking about it. Realizing what she had done, her face burned scarlet, but her initial goal had been met.

The boy turned towards Kyung-eun and looked at her.

&lt;The New Semester (2)&gt; End

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

Chapter 1136: Laban ng mga Henyo (7)
Noong pumasok sina Huo Mian, Qin Chu, Gao Ran, at Zhu Lingling, nilagay sila ng principle sa iba't ibang mga klase. Para makuha nila ang kakaibang experience ng pagiging high school student ulit, kailangan sila tratuhin bilang totoong estudyante, tulad lang ng lahat ng iba. 
Sampung successful na alumni ang bumalik para sa event at ang grupo nila at ang iba ay nilagay din sa iba't ibang mga klase. 
Nilagay si Huo Mian sa eight class sa grade eleven, isa itong gifted class na puno ng model students.
Sina Qin Chu at Gao Ran ay nilagay sa fifth at ninth class ng Grade twelve, respectively.
Si Zhu Lingling naman, minalas. Nilagay siya sa second class sa grade ten, at kasama niya ang mga freshmen na wala pang isang semester nasa Second High.
Ang apat ay nagtapos sa high school pitong taon ang nakaraan, kaya kakaiba talaga ang experience na bumalik nang ganoon.
Mga trentang mausisang mata ang tumingin sa harap pagkapasok ng homeroom teacher kasama si Huo Mian.
Medyo nag-atubili si Huo Mian na ipakita kung sino siya, kaya ginawa niya ang ginagawa ng lahat sa sitwasyon na tulad na ito - nagsuot siya ng black-rimmed glasses.
"Good morning, ang kasama ko ay estudyante mula sa ibang school. Nandito siya ngayong araw para mag-aral kasama tayong lahat. Everyone, please give her a warm welcome."
"Hi ganda, saang school ka nanggaling?" tanong ng isang lalaki, maloko ang ngiti niya.
Ngumiti si Huo Mian pero hindi siya sumagot.
"Okay, keep it down and study. Meron taong mock exam sa math mamaya." Nagbuntong-hininga ang lahat pagkatapos magsalita ng homeroom teacher.
Dama ng lahat sa high school life na parang mga robot lang sila na nag-eexam.
Merong quiz every three days at test every five days. Dagdag pa doon, meron ding weekly, monthly, midterm, at final exams. Mapipilitan talaga ang lahat na mag-aral nang mabuti. Walang oras gumawa ng kahit anong iba, at siguradong walang panahon para sa romansa. 
Nakaupo si Huo Mian sa third row, katabi ang matabang binata na nakasalamin.
Ang "Back to Seventeen" event ay secretive. Walang nakakaalam dito bukod sa mga kasali at sa school employees. Sa huli, akala talaga ng mga estudyante na estudyante rin sina Huo Mian at ang iba.
Hindi tulad ng mga active members ng society, ang mga bata ay hindi masyadong naka-focus sa kung sino ang president ng GK at Imperial Star Entertainment. Abala sila at binibigay ang buong pokus sa school, sa pag-aaral, at siyempre, sa mga isip nila at sa pakiramdam ng pagiging teenager. 
Tumingin si Huo Mian sa paligid niya, kumikinang ang mga mata niya.
"Hi, baguhan. Saang school ka nanggaling?"
"Um… Xin Hua High," sabi ni Huo Mian. Sinabi niya ang unang high school na pumasok sa isip niya.
"Xin Hua High? May pinsan ako na nag-aaral doon, anong class mo?" tanong ng matabang bata.
Nilagay ni Huo Mian ang hintuturo niya sa labi niya at pinatahimik niya ito.
"Mag-aral ka na! Dadating na yung teacher soon."
"Ah. Okay." Tumango ang matabang bata at tahimik niyang binasa ang textbook niya.
"Bakit siya pumunta sa class natin? 'Di ba niya alam na gifted class 'to? Lahat tayo magkakaroon ng nineties sa test natin mamaya, 'di ba siya mahihiya kung sixty yung score niya?" bulong ng isang babae sa kaibigan niya. Mayroong superiority complex ang mga babae sa gifted class, kaya masama ang pakikitungo nila kay Huo Mian, kung sino ay tagalabas.
"Malalaman niya kung paano mapahiya pag nakabalik na yung test results," sagot ng isa pang babae.
Nanahimik lang si Huo Mian at nagkunwaring nagbabasa ng textbook. Tapos nilabas niya ang phone niya at nag-send siya ng WeChat message kay Qin Chu sa ilalim ng mesa.
"Hey hey, Mr. Qin, may nangyayari ba diyan? May test ako mamaya." 
Hindi niya alam na walang oras si Qin Chu para sumagot. Nagkagulo agad ang klase niya pagkapasok niya. Kumalat ang tsismis na may hottie na na-transfer sa klase sa araw na iyon, at pagkaupo nila, pinalibutan agad siya ng mga babae.
"Sobrang gwapo mo! Saang school ka nanggaling?"


Seven years ago, after their breakup, he disappeared without a trace. 
Now, he reappeared on the eve of her wedding, sparing no means in forcing her to marry him… 
With a certificate of marriage, he bound her mercilessly to his side. 
From there, this “Cinderella” began her journey as a wife to the heir of a business empire... 
Mrs Huo - composed, sharp-tongued, and freakishly smart. 
Mr Qin - wife-spoiler to no end and a complete “slave” to their daughter. 
Quality love story, one on one. You are welcome to get hooked on this story with us. 

English was the first class after their morning self-study.
Qin Guan took out his textbook. “Merlin had tried different ways to make himself roll. Finally, he decided to put two wheels under each of his shoes.” 
As Qin Guan read, he gradually started feeling sleepy. 
“What am I going to do?”
As a science geek who had worked on the machine manufacturing industry for more than ten years, Qin Guan had always felt extremely distressed during English class.
While he read the words on the textbook again, he thought that every single one of them sounded familiar, yet he could not remember their meaning. Qin Guan recognized his carelessness in not using English for so many years.
For a science student, the five compulsory subjects in the College Entrance Examination included Math, Physics, Chemistry, English and Chinese. Qin Guan was quite confident in his Math, Physics and Chemistry.
However, Chinese and English were a big pain for him. It had been ten years, and he had forgotten almost everything that he had ever learned. Apparently, in the next few months Qin Guan would have to focus on Chinese and English in order to learn fast.
Looking at the number 122 on the blackboard, which stood for the days to go before the College Entrance Examination, and watching his classmates work so hard, Qin Guan thought that he should feel really sorry for himself if he did not take advantage of this second opportunity to get admitted into a prestigious university in the capital.
Picking up his book, he started from the first page and began to recite very hard.
English, Chinese, English. No matter what the class was this morning, these two subjects were what he would study on his own. At the end of the day, when he looked up from his desk dizzily, he was amazed.
Just in one morning, he had read eight English texts and recited around 250 words. Thinking back, he found that he had already memorized 230 of them. As for the four ancient Chinese pieces of prose, he was able to recite every word of them. Was this a stroke of luck brought by his rebirth that would always help him along? Qin Guan was thrilled. That was fantastic!
The morning classes were over around noon time. Students in Grade 3 didn’t get any breaks. They only got an hour and a half off for lunch. Qin Guan did not want to waste it. He turned his head back, kicked the leg of Zhou Jing’s desk and said, “Do you want to ask Fatty Li for handmade noodles?”
Both Zhou Jing and Li Jian, who had just come over, paused. 
Was Toy Boy Qin Guan really talking to them?
Other students moving around in the classroom had paused, too. A 5’9’’ guy with dark skin, a 5’2’’plump one, and a tall thin guy like a stick. They made quite the picture.
Qin Guan did not seem to be aware that he was a looker. He dragged along Li Jian, whose body consisted mostly of fat, and told Zhou Jing, “Old Zhao Ramen. My treat.”
They passed by all the girls of the class, who were glaring at them as if wanting to say, “These two dare get invited for ramen by the Prince Charming? How I envy them! I want to go with too. What’s so special about them and they got so lucky?”
The two boys followed Qin Guan and walked off the campus.
Old Zhao Ramen was a small noodle restaurant by the high school’s side entrance. It was known among the students for its affordable and delicious noodles.
As their noodles were getting served, Qin Guan could not wait to pick them up with his chopsticks and suck them into his mouth. Broth, white noodles and red chili oil. Yes, that was heaven.
Watching Qin Guan eat his noodles unrestrainedly, the two boys, who were sitting across from Qin Guan and shoveling noodles into their mouths, gave him inscrutable looks. As they watched him lift one of his legs onto the rung of the chair and suck his noodles, they could no longer help but be persuaded.
“Qin Guan, we all know that you are upset, but you can’t give up on yourself just because you got rejected. It’s fine if you want to hang out with us, but how could you not care about your image anymore? It’s the only thing you ever talked about.” 
Raising his head from his noodle bowl, Qin Guan looked at a loss while he asked, “What rejection? I have not given up on myself.”
His words confirmed Zhou Jing and Li Jian’s suspicions. They both said compassionately, “You told the monitor yesterday that you had fallen for her, but she turned you down.” 
Qin Guan spat out his noodles.
“What? I told the monitor that I had fallen for her?” 
Zhou Jing and Li Jian nodded sympathetically. Sniffling his nose, Qin Guan thought of their monitor. Her hair was usually pulled into a neat ponytail and her big eyes were always twinkling. Suddenly, he felt very upset.
The one thing that he’d wanted the most, but had not dared do in his last life, he had done in this one and he had failed. Damn! He could not get over it.
For someone as careless as Qin Guan, this second chance at life was not a big deal, neither were the changes in his appearance. That girl with the big eyes, though, was like a dream for him.
Who didn’t have one or two friends that they’d had a crush on when they were young? It was fine. He had said it, and he’d gotten rejected.
Looking at the empty bowl in front of him and turning to his two best friends who obviously cared about him, Qin Guan felt moved. He pretended not to care and said, “Crap! How is it even possible to be devastated over a little girl that’s still in her puberty? I forgot about it already.”
Feeling proud of his words, Qin Guan watched Li Jian wink at him. Qin Guan felt happy. “Such a good friend. Always entertaining me.” 
Qin Guan got up, pinched Li Jian’s cheek and said, “You agree with my theory, too, right? Good boy.”
Zhou Jing sighed. Sometimes he worried about Qin Guan’s EQ. He poked at him with his finger and pointed behind Qin Guan’s back.
Qin Guan twisted his head back. Oh, no… It was the little girl. The monitor was standing right behind him, holding a tray of fried noodles with beef in her hand, her eyes twinkling and looking adorable.
Before Qin Guan could feel good about himself, a tray of fried noodles had landed on his head. The monitor gave him a smile and asked the owner for one more tray of fried noodles. “Who’s a little girl now?”
The owner popped his head out of the window and shouted, “One more tray of fried noodles with beef!” 
The patrons in this small noodle restaurant were all students from their high school. They had all witnessed the scene between the Prince Charming and the straight-A girl, and were not planning on keeping it a secret.
Qin Guan was not mad, despite the fact that a mass of noodles hung right on his face. He held it up to his mouth and sucked it in. He had not expected the gentle monitor to turn out to have such a hot temper. He had to have her. He just had to.
Ignoring the noodles on his head, Qin Guan grinned at her. She had such beautiful sparkling eyes. 
“I like you more now. What am I going to do?”
Seeing this extremely silly side of Qin Guan, the young monitor thought that he was very down-to-earth after all. Nothing like the hypocrite she’d always thought he was." For some reason, she blushed.
Flipping her ponytail, she ignored him and went to get her noodles.
Qin Guan felt happy. He had a chance with her. He would handle the College Entrance Examination first, and then he would handle the prettiest girl in class.
He meant what he had said. 
The rest of the months flew by, with Qin Guan giggling towards the monitor from time to time over his books. When he had nothing to do, he would tuck himself into bed, close his eyes and recall bits and pieces of his day.
He was very happy. It felt good to be back in high school. To start his life over and chase after the girl of his dreams… If he won Cong Nianwei’s heart, he would not have lived his life in vain. 


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

"She left long ago. You're lucky that you met her. She's a responsible young lady. She accompanied you for forty minutes in the hot afternoon." Principal Cao saw his tie and knew that he hurried over from work. "Come in and have a seat to cool down. I'll arrange for a car. Let's go out to have lunch."
"What plans do you have in the afternoon? If you have nothing, you can rest in your hotel. You can go out and play too but you must bring people along with you."
Qin Xiu retracted his gaze and started chatting with his uncle. "I'll take notice of it. I want to walk around your school in the afternoon. Your school is a hundred-year-old school. I can rest if I get tired. As long as I don't go out of the school, you don't have to worry about me."
Besides his sense of direction, Principal Cao wasn't worried about anything else. "Okay. The school just opened today so I have many things to settle. You can take a look around the school. When is your flight? Are you going back to the capital?"
"The day after tomorrow. I won't be going back to the capital city. I'll go to Germany with the representative team for work." As a worker of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Qin Xiu didn't spend much time in China. Most of the time, he was on a plane or he was overseas.
Ye Jian pushed the door and entered the teachers' office. The cold air inside cooled her down.
"Have a seat here. This is Mrs. Zhu's office table." Mrs. Tong waved at her and asked her to take a seat at the desk beside her. She pointed to the file and then looked at the time. She smiled kindly. "The list is here. Take a look at it yourself. I have some things to settle so we'll go to the cafeteria at 12.30 pm. Is that okay?"
Ye Jian smiled and nodded. "Okay. Please continue with your work. There's no need to worry about me."
Teachers were often busy on the first day of school. Only Mrs. Tong didn't leave for lunch in the entire office. Ye Jian took the file from the pile of documents and looked at it carefully.
The first few papers were from the outstanding students. When she flipped to the 15th page, Ye Ying's picture entered her eyes.
Not bad. She got fairer and her words had become prettier.
She looked at Ye Ying's specialty. Dance, English… Ye Jian smiled.
It looked like Ye Ying had spent much effort on her English.
She wasn't shocked. In her past life, Ye Ying was good in English too after she came back from studying overseas.
She didn't know if Ye Ying knew English when she was in senior high. After all, she never studied after she graduated from junior high.
She sat at Mrs. Zhu's desk and flipped through the file. She scanned through the names and the pictures. Within ten minutes, she finished looking through the file and had remembered all the names of the 60 students.
As expected of a hundred-year-old school. Class One was filled with elite students.
However, some students' didn't have extremely good results. This was reasonable. The school couldn't let all the good students in the second year of senior high be in one class. Class One just had better results overall.
After Mrs. Tong finished all her matters, she looked up and saw Ye Jian reading through the math textbook.
She looked at the file that was in its original spot. She looked at the quiet student who was looking at the math textbook and smiled. "Why are you looking at the textbook? Have you seen the students' list? There are photos inside. You can get to know your classmates first."
She thought that Ye Jian didn't look at the list.
"I've finished looking at the list. You were busy with work so I didn't want to interrupt you. I took Mrs. Zhu's textbook to take a look." Ye Ying closed the textbook in her hand. She didn't tell Mrs. Tong about her relationship with Ye Ying.


Through years of abuse and death threats, Ye Jian is not so ready to bid adieu to this world just yet! Fortunately, destiny has granted her another shot at life. Only this time, she is determined to become the master of her own fate and retaliate her oppressors from her previous life. It's payback time.
 
Although reborn with beauty and youth, Ye Jian obviously holds higher pursuits. In this life, she is determined to become an extraordinary commando. No, she does not need love, family, or any affection! 
 
He is born in a powerful family; and step-by-step, he becomes the youngest Major General through his own merits. He is drawn to her every move, despite her repeatedly shunning him.
 
"What you need is love, my little fox," he whispers.
"Get lost! I need bullets!" She steps away.
 
Behold. Let this novel take you through the warm, happy, loyal, and passionate story of the aggressive military couple.

Ning Ke said and looked at Pu Guoqing expressionlessly, coldly asking, "That's all. Can we return to our seats?"
Pu Guoqing was about to speak, when Ning Ke suddenly said, "Mr. Pu, you're wasting our time. I hope I can do more exercise in the morning self-study time instead of listening to your useless words." Then he looked at Pu Guoqing and pursed his lips as he asked, "Where is my seat?"
Pu Guoqing was stupefied and then pointed at the the front desk on the left. Ning Ke was not satisfied with this seat, but without saying anything, he went straight to the seat and sat down. His deskmate was a little girl who blushed and said to him in a low voice, "Hello, I'm Qiu Wei."
Ning Ke grunted, took out his exercise book and began to do exercise.
Tang Xi also looked at Pu Guoqing with a smile. The latter pointed to an empty seat on the third row in the middle line. "That is your seat."
Tang Xi was very satisfied with this seat, because her deskmate was a girl. Then at least she didn't have to worry her deskmate might woo her like Ning Ke. Tang Xi walked over, said hello to her deskmate, and sat down on the seat. However, her deskmate looked cold, and just ignored her. She shrugged, took out an exercise book, and began to solve the problems on the blackboard. It only took her about five minutes to finish solving all these problems…
She suddenly found that she seemed to be faster at solving math problems. Was it because of the system that she became more sensitive to math? The ability that the system gifted her?
The girl sitting beside her was still attentively solving the problem, then she suddenly saw Tang Xi bending over the desk in a daze. She frowned, gave a disdainful look to Tang Xi and continued to solve the problem. Tang Xi took out her textbook, and began to preview the contents of the first class as she wondered how to ask Pu Guoqing for leave to attend the Fashion Week… She had thought this Pu Guoqing was as nice as Mr. He, but obviously he was not. He was totally a fuddy-duddy! If she dared ask for a week's leave, Pu Guoqing must think she was challenging him!
"Alas!" Tang xi felt vexed. If only Mr. He was still her chief teacher! If only the old monitor was still her monitor!
Seeing Tang Xi was sighing resting her chin on her hand, Pu Guoqing walked up to her and asked, "You've sighed for several time just in ten minutes. Are these problems so hard for you?"
"It's hard!" Tang Xi blurted out. It was too hard! It was really hard to ask for leave form you! 
Hearing this, her deskmate gave a contemptuous smile. Now you know the senior-grade courses are difficult? Do you really think you're a genius? You're just a country bumpkin who knows nothing! You won't be able to handle the senior-grade courses, even though you managed to skip grades! Don't you know some senior-year students even leaped to their own death because they couldn't bear the pressure of schoolwork?
Seeing many students were looking at them, Pu Guoqing took a look at Tang Xi and asked, "Which problem you can't solve? Let me explain to you."
"Ah?" Tang Xi looked at Pu Guoqing in puzzle. Which problem she couldn't solve…"Oh!" Tang Xi smiled awkwardly. "I didn't mean…"
Before she finished, Pu Guoqing had picked up her exercise book. He took a look at it and widened his eyes. He then took a look at Tang Xi again with a frown, then looked at the other students, and asked in astonishment, "Have you finished solving the problems?"
Wailing sounds rang incessantly in the classroom. "Mr. Pu, it's only been twenty minutes! There are five problems. Each of them will take at least eight minutes to solve, so we need at least forty minutes!"
At this time, Tang Xi's deskmate looked at her own exercise book and frowned. She had only solved three problems. Pu Guoqing snorted, glared at the students, and then turned to ask Tang Xi. "How long did it take you to solve these problems?" 
His words immediately aroused Tang Xi's deskmate's attention. She looked up at Pu Guoqing as if not believing what he said. Pu Guoqing put Tang Xi's exercise book to her desk and repeated, "How long did it take you to solve these problems?" 
Tang Xi pursed her lips and answered, "About five minutes."
Come on, she was graduated from the Empire University, and she was also one of the top students in the Empire High school that was one of the best high schools in China, so solving these problems was as easy as pie for her. Besides, she had solved these problems when she was in the Empire High School, so it only took her five minutes to solve them again. 
And it was strange that as soon as she saw these problems, the answers popped up in her mind. She just needed to take them down in her exercise book, which wouldn't take her much time…
"Five minutes!" Pu Guoqing almost vomited blood. He took Tang Xi's exercise book and walked up to the platform. He then lifted the book, looked at the other students who were still thinking hard how to solve these problems, and said coldly, "Look! You only solved two or three problems in twenty minutes, and even the best of you only solved four! But Tang Xi who just skipped from Grade One and was late for ten minutes had solved all of the problems within five minutes! And her answers are all correct! Don't you feel ashamed??"
Tang Xi's deskmate looked at her in surprise and then a cold and dark gleam flickered across her eyes. But soon she calmed down and stared at Tang Xi, asking provocatively, "Did you solve the problems yourself?"
She saw Tang Xi just casually drew something on the exercise book. Was she really solving the problems? And a draft book was needed to solved these maths problems!
Tang Xi could tell she was hostile to her. She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "What do you think?"
That girl snorted, stood up and said to Pu Guoqing. "Mr. Pu, I'm sitting beside her. I didn't see her solve the problems! She didn't solve these problems!"
Someone immediately echoed, "Yes, Mr. Pu, even a genius will need some time to solve these problems! How could she solve all of them just in five minutes? She must have copied the answers!"
Pu Guoqing looked at Tang Xi with a frown. To be honest, he didn't believe Tang Xi either!
"Haha." Just then, someone sneered. Ning Ke stood up, looked around at the students and said disdainfully, "You can't solve the problems so quickly, so no one else can solve them so quickly, right? What a good show! These are my new classmates! You can't do it, so you won't admit anyone else can do it? That's ridiculous!"
Tang Xi raised her eyebrows, when her deskmate suddenly said, "Mr. Pu, give several more problems to her. If she can solve them, we'll admit she didn't cheat!"


Xiao Rou, a girl growing up in a poor countryside family, found that she was actually the daughter of a wealthy couple, and her mother mistook another girl as her when she gave birth to her in hospital. She thought she would change from an ugly duckling to a noble swan and lived happily ever after with her real family, but the reality gave her a heavy blow. The girl, Xiao Jinning, who took her family, her fiancé and everything else from her, used every possible means to frame her up. She returned to her biological parents only to find her parents despised her but doted on Xiao Jinning. She was framed as a thief and expelled out of home. And then, she was hit by a car and stomped to death by Xiao Jinning. her tragic life was ended.
Tang Xi, a real princess, the heiress of the powerful Empire Group, was murdered by her greedy relatives. When she opened her eyes again, she found she was in another girl’s body. She became Xiao Rou and had a magic system—008 in her body! With the help of 008, she began her journey of revenge. She would avenge poor Xiao Rou, punish the murderers of her, become the most popular star, and….make up with her true love---Qiao Liang. 

Chapter 18
 
Hyoyoung's heart fell when Mikyung mentioned The M. Recently, whenever she heard the group's name, her heart started to beat nervously.
"Huh? Why? What happened?"
"Hyoyoung… I noticed that you haven't been paying much attention to our group. You must be really busy lately. They announced the date of their comeback, it's going to be three months from now! It will be right after our SAT, which is perfect. I am so glad! We will be able to enjoy the group and the music without worrying about the SAT!"
"Oh, really? I see. So their comeback date has been decided."
"Yup. And starting tomorrow, the agency will release behind the scenes footage of the group working on their album. Soon, they will also do a live show of them practicing their new songs. The M promised that they will continue to communicate with the fans. Oh, and their main comeback song will be decided by the fans! We'll get to vote. How nice of them! I am so happy that we'll get to see our oppas more."
"Oh, my… this is gonna be very bad for me."
"Hmm? Why would this be bad for you? Oh, is it because you won't be able to focus on your studies? Hey, don't worry. You won't have to waste time following the group around because the paparazzi will do it for us and provide all the information and photos."
"Paparazzi…?"
"Of course. And they are especially excited about trying to find out who this girl is that Purple M loves."
"Oh… right."
"I'm sure that girl will be found very soon at this rate."
"Oh… I… see… Right…"
"Hey, why are you looking all worried? All we have to do is wait for all the information to be released. The media will do all the work."
"…"
Mikyung was making Hyoyoung more and more nervous.
Hyoyoung felt a chill just thinking about Mikyung and her friends finding out the truth. The fact that she was the recipient of Purple M's love… It would be a disaster.
The best thing would have been for her to not get involved at all, but now, she had to work as the group's temporary stylist and manager. Hyoyoung's head started to pound.
Mikyung clearly wanted to chat more, but Hyoyoung made up an excuse. After hanging up, she sat on her desk and opened her textbook. She thought that if she focused on something like studying, perhaps she could forget about what was happening in her life.
But her mind remained restless and she couldn't concentrate on her books at all.
"DARNNNNNITTTTTTT!"
She screamed in frustration and suddenly, Jiwoo burst into her room.
"What happened!"
"Pardon? What?"
Hyoyoung turned around in surprise and Jiwoo explained, "You screamed, so I was worried. What's wrong, Hyoyoung?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I was just studying, and I was having some difficulty understanding something. It's too hard."
"Oh. Don't get too stressed! Screaming doesn't solve anything. What you need is some help learning. Come out here! Come on!"
"What? Oh, I'm fine. I can do it by myself…"
"No way! You helped us, so it's time for us to help you. Come on!"
Hyoyoung had no choice but to grab her books and walk out to the living room where the members were working on their own things.
Jiwoo announced loudly, "Hey everybody! Listen carefully!"
He pulled Hyoyoung closer to him and continued, "Our Hyoyoung is in grade 12 and she has lost a lot of her study time because of us. If she doesn't get good grades and fails to get into a good university, it will be our fault! So we need to help her study! Hyoyoung, I can help you with English. How about you guys?"
Kiwook raised his hand quietly.
"I can help with literature."
Hyojun quickly followed.
"I can help with math."
Hyunsuk shrugged his shoulders and answered, "Well, I guess that leaves science and history… sure, I can help you with those."
It happened so suddenly and quickly that Hyoyoung started to look panicked. She tried to refuse their help.
"No, thank you. I'm fine on my own. I prefer to study by myself. Studying is best done alone. I will do it on my own. Please…"
Hyojun walked up to her and insisted, "Just shut up. Alone? You clearly need help, so come to my room right now. We should start with math. Solving equations will help you loosen up your brain. We'll begin with math for an hour."
"Umm, Oppa. I really don't feel like studying math today…"
"What you feel like doesn't matter. You study because you have to. Come in right now!"
Hyojun had no sympathy for her. He dragged her into his bedroom and the tutoring began. From time to time, his yelling could be heard from outside. He was a strict and scary teacher.
"Oh my… I hope he doesn't make Hyoyoung cry."
"I know. Maybe we should've started with literature first."
"No, it wouldn't have mattered. Hyojun would've insisted on starting with whatever subject he chose to tutor anyway."
Hyunsuk listened to Jiwoo and Kiwook's conversation and shook his head. He said to them bluntly, "How obvious of Hyojun to act like that. It's like he is marking his possession. So unnecessary and immature."
Kiwook flinched in surprise and turned to Hyunsuk, who shrugged his shoulders and continued, "Why are you surprised? Isn't it obvious? I can clearly see that Hyojun is determined. At this rate, you are going to lose, Kiwook. If you don't step up, you aren't going to win. And Hyoyoung doesn't seem like she will be easy to win over either."
Kiwook grinned and replied, "You always seem so quiet, but you still see and hear everything. I just don't get you, Hyunsuk Lee. You are a mystery."
"Haha, I'm no mystery. I am just like everyone, there's nothing special about me. I have to do something, so I will be in my room. I need some privacy, so leave me alone for a while, okay?"
Hyunsuk took his laptop and left, leaving just Kiwook and Jiwoo.
Jiwoo asked Kiwook, "Hey, I have a question for you."
"Don't ask me. I have enough questions I need answers to. I have no time to answer you."
"Come on! Answering other people's questions will help you answer your own."
"Grr… Alright, ask."
"Did you know who Hyojun was from the very beginning?"
"No."
"What? But Hyojun said that he recognized you immediately, right?"
"Yeah, but I didn't recognize him. I only found out later by coincidence when I saw him walking with Hyoyoung one day."
"So you had no idea until then?"
"Well, I had a vague suspicion, but I couldn't tell for sure. To be honest, Hyoyoung is a painful memory for me. It's hard to explain, but my memories of her used to be crystal clear and yet vague at the same time. Then, when I saw her again, things came back to me. Both my memories and my feelings for her."
"And all this time… your feelings haven't changed?"
"Actually, it has gotten worse."
"Why?"
"An emotion is supposed to change as it gets expressed and dealt with, but for me, I had no way of doing that. I kept it hidden inside me and it just kept growing and growing. Hyoyoung had no idea of my existence, and I couldn't give her or show her how I feel. So all the feelings I had remained with me and I felt like I was going to explode. It was overwhelming."
"Your feelings for Hyoyoung…"
"Yeah. At first, I thought it was just sympathy. Just love for my lost little sister. But I quickly realized that it wasn't that. I want her to always be by my side. I want to protect her and love her always. She is so very precious to me. Hyoyoung's existence means the world to me."

2nd year of High School, Yoona. Her mother had left the world early and left her and her father by themselves. She relieves her stress caused by her troublesome father and schoolwork through watching Idols. But one day, her father announces that he will be getting remarried! And her new stepmother has a son?
Yoona suddenly gets a new brother...

The mathematics teacher didn't dare to think about the ranking, but he hoped that Qian Shuishui could pass the first round and break through the encirclement.
Qian Shuishui took the mathematics textbook and casually flipped through the knowledge in the mathematics textbook.
A note was thrown in front of Shui Shui from behind. Shui Shui Shui opened the note and looked at it. "Come on, if you accidentally get the ranking, there will be a prize money. "
Shui Shui quickly replied and threw it back
"What prize money? How much? " Shui Shui asked simply.
Mu Zilin took out his phone and checked. When he found it, he wrote, "the first prize is 3,000 yuan, the second prize is 1,500 yuan, the third prize is 1,000 yuan, and the outstanding prize is 500 yuan. That's it. "
Shui Shui looked at it and said, "right, do you know how much the school's scholarship is? "
Mu Zilin smiled. He knew this "The first prize is 5,000 yuan, the second prize is 3,000 yuan, and the third prize is 1,000 yuan. However, the requirements are very high. You have to maintain the first place both during the semester and at the end of the semester. If you get first place once and second place once, then we'll see who gets the highest score based on the average score. Didn't you not care about these things Why are you asking so many questions today?"
"It's okay, I got it. " Shui Shui threw back the note and held her Chin as she thought. There were quite a lot of scholarships in this school. She had thought of getting this scholarship, but the good students in the school were not to be trifled with. Let's see, she wanted to learn 9 lessons. She was naturally confident in science, but arts made her a little conflicted.
If there was a prize in the competition, she would go all out. She was underage, so she could not think of more ways to earn money, so she could only rely on some accumulation. Underage was bound to do anything, but she had to start collecting her money through other means. She wanted to prepare for her 18th birthday, so she hoped that she could save some money before she turned 18.
She had never told anyone about this. It was just her little secret.
Shui Shui was absent-minded during the math class. When the math teacher noticed it, she asked Shui Shui to go up to the podium and write down the solution to the problem.
Shui Shui, who was called by her name, was a little stunned. However, she still went up to the podium and wrote down the problem with chalk. This problem was not difficult, but the process was complicated. Shui Shui Shui wrote down the problem in detail and returned to her seat after writing it down.
The math teacher was very satisfied. "En, it's written very well. The process is very clear and neat. Everyone, write down the solution to the problem. Who doesn't understand? "
No one raised their hands. Everyone was taking notes.
Everyone could clearly feel that the mathematics teacher who was teaching them was very lenient towards Qian Shuishui. The other science teachers were the same. However, Shui Shui had the ability. Every time she was called to complete a problem, she would be able to solve it and let the teacher praise her. These were problems of learning ability, so there was nothing they could do even if they were jealous. She was just that strong.
Sometimes, Mu Zilin would play with his phone or do other things in class. However, when it was time to listen to the class, he would restrain himself and listen to the class. If he didn't understand, he would ask Qian Shuishui.
After the math class ended, Shui Shui was called to the math teacher's office. She said that she wanted to give her some math information related to the competition.
Shui Shui and the science teacher had a good relationship and would take the initiative to talk to each other.
"Shui Shui, you're going to participate in the math competition. You have to work hard. " The chemistry teacher gave Shui Shui a supportive smile.
"Thank you, teacher He. I haven't participated in any competitions. Actually, I'm a little confused myself. " Shui Shui said modestly.
"It's okay. This is an experience. There will be many competitions in the future. When the time comes, you have to sign up more. The prerequisite is that you have to maintain your current level. " The chemistry teacher encouraged the students to participate in the competitions. Although all the competitions in the past.. All of the previous competitions had been taken care of by the key classes. However, this was not necessarily the case. There was still a chance for them to work hard.
The mathematics teacher nodded "That's right. If you keep working hard, there will definitely be a return. ". "Come, I have a few copies of the questions and answers from the previous competitions. Take them back and study them yourself. If you have any questions that you don't understand, you can ask the teacher. Relax and don't be nervous. "It doesn't matter if you pass or not. At least you have worked hard. "
Shui Shui was not nervous at all. She took the questions and thanked the teacher before rushing back to class. Sometimes, in front of the teacher, she would be quiet and quiet. The teacher would think that she was nervous and shy. Perhaps it was because of her first impression.
After getting the set of questions and returning to class, Mu Qing went forward, wanting to see what the questions were like.
"It's so difficult. I didn't understand a single one. What's going on? " Mu Qing said in disbelief.
Mu Zilin could not help but mock, "you're funny. Do you want to understand the competition questions? I can't be bothered to talk about you. Shui Shui, how do you feel? "
"See, these questions tend to be of medium difficulty. Some of them even involve calculus, the knowledge of science students in the late third year of high school. " Shui Shui could not give a definite answer. After all, this matter was hard to say. There were many geniuses, but she seemed to have cheated She had lived a few more years than them in her previous life, and she had learned more. She could not underestimate anyone, nor would she overestimate herself. She would do her best.
"Anyway, you don't have much pressure. Just come and get as many points as you can. " Mu Zilin comforted her. There was no need to be too concerned about a competition.
"Yeah, I don't have any pressure either. That's all. " Shui Shui put the question away.
At this moment, the bell rang. The students who were lingering outside the classroom all returned to their seats in the classroom. This class was Chinese class, so they began to open their Chinese textbooks and opened the new text of classical Chinese.
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She was a combination of a high iq scholar and a black-bellied prince charming. She was a one-on-one, two-on-one, two-on-one, absolutely refreshing, and she was welcome to jump into the pit.
She was a young and famous physicist from a future world.
He was the eldest son of a modern wealthy family.
When she was in a plane crash and became a modern-day second-generation girl, she was proficient in drinking. She was also ranked last in her studies. At home, her elder sister did not love her, her younger brother hated her, and her parents did not care.
In the circle of Friends of the rich second generation, they also looked down on this idiot.
He was noble and elegant, the idol of all women.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad student, and her mind was empty every day.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, playing with boys'emotions
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, and she was good at eating, drinking, and playing.
Then please tell me, who is this woman in front of me, leisurely drinking coffee, and reading the physics report in a foreign language with great interest?

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