Yang Qingheng frowned, sighed, and turned around: "Excuse me, how do I get to the teachers' office?"

The woman's features were so clean, her eyes so clear and pure, Cheng Kai was taken aback, and subconsciously avoided her gaze. The cigarette in his mouth felt strangely hot: "Go straight ahead to the third floor."

"Thank you." Yang Qingheng nodded and quickly left.

"Brother, didn't we say we were going out to buy tickets?" Xu Linsen reminded him.

Cheng Kai stubbed out his cigarette, suddenly feeling it was pointless. He waved his hand and walked towards the classroom: "I'm not going, it's pointless."

The group was left staring wide-eyed, completely bewildered.

Yang Qingheng went up to the third floor and searched around before finally finding the office at the very edge. The door was wide open, and several young teachers were sitting inside. At the very back was an old man in his sixties, who should be the principal they were talking about.

She knocked gently on the door and politely said, "Hello, Principal, may I bother you for a few minutes?"

Lin Jingchuan looked up, put on his glasses, and said with a smile, "Come in and chat, don't be too reserved."

"Thank you," Yang Qingheng said, sitting down in the chair opposite him. "I'd like to ask if your school is still accepting students?"

"You're accepted. What grade do you want to be in?" Lin Jingchuan poured her a glass of water.

Yang Qingheng: "Principal, I want to study in the senior year of high school."

As soon as he said this, several teachers around him looked up.

The principal said tactfully, "Young man, it's already April, and the college entrance examination is just a few months away. Even if you enroll today, it will be too late. If you really want to take the college entrance examination, I suggest you study with the second-year students for a few months and take it next year."

"Principal, I still want to take this year's college entrance examination." Yang Qingheng shook her head, her eyes resolute.

The principal sighed and turned to look at the group of teachers: "Whose class still has empty seats?"

A male teacher next to her quickly shook his head: "Our class is already full, we can't squeeze her in. Let her go to Teacher Du's class, I remember there are still a few seats left in her class."

What a joke! He's only just started studying. What kind of results can he expect after three months of review? Don't let him drag down the class average.

He's also hoping to get promoted again next year.

Ms. Du, who was mentioned, was somewhat displeased and glared at the man who spoke with annoyance.

He's quick to snatch up the good students, but now that he has a hot potato, he's throwing it into her hands. How shameless!

"Then, Xiao Du, shall we let this young comrade go to your class first?" Lin Jingchuan asked.

The other teachers breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Teacher Du as if they were watching a good show.

Du Ling was displeased, but since the principal had spoken, she couldn't refuse. She could only nod resignedly and wave to Yang Qingheng: "Little comrade, come and register first, then pay your tuition. I'll have a classmate help you find a seat. Just come to class on time tomorrow."

"Thank you for your help, teacher." Yang Qingheng smiled apologetically.

Looking at her sincere face, Du Ling immediately lost all her temper.

The enrollment procedures were not complicated. Yang Qingheng came out of the office just over an hour later. It was lunchtime, and the students were walking in groups toward the canteen.

Yang Qingheng's eyes subconsciously searched through the crowd, and sure enough, she spotted Song Hengjue. Her face lit up with joy, and she waved vigorously at him before quickly walking towards him.

Unexpectedly, Song Hengjue only glanced at her indifferently and walked away like a stranger, which infuriated Yang Qingheng.

"Do you know that woman?" Fang Nan glanced back at the direction Yang Qingheng had left in.

This is so beautiful!

Song Hengjue's gaze was indifferent: "I don't know him."

"Oh," Fang Nan said with great interest, "I wonder which class she's from. I wish I could get to know her."

Although the girl probably wouldn't be interested in him, what if she accidentally falls for him?

Looking at his friend who was so excited he wanted to chase after her right then and there, Song Hengjue frowned and said, "You're getting all worked up about someone without even asking if they have a boyfriend or if they're married. You'll be the one who gets hurt later."

Yang Qingheng is no peaceful woman. If Fang Nan really likes her, he'll suffer sooner or later.

Fang Nan suddenly realized what was happening, slapped his forehead, and said with undiminished enthusiasm, "I'll go and find out this afternoon."

Song Hengjue hesitated, remembering that he had just said he didn't know her, and bringing it up now would only make things awkward for both of them. He sighed helplessly and decided to find someone to tell him that Yang Qingheng was already married tomorrow.

Yang Qingheng had just left the school gate, her belly full of anger with nowhere to vent, when some clueless person just had to bump into her and seek attention.

Li Jiaoyan had just unlocked her bicycle when she saw Yang Qingheng coming out of the school. Her expression changed, and she rushed over to block her way: "Stop! What are you doing here?"

"Did your family build this school? What business is it of yours where I go?" Yang Qingheng said coldly.

Li Jiaoyan crossed her arms and glanced at the books in Yang Qingheng's hands, her eyes mocking: "Yang Qingheng, you didn't come here today to enroll, did you? Senior year books? With a brain that only knows how to seduce men, you actually want to go to university? I advise you to dress yourself up properly. In case you catch a rich husband someday, you won't have to do all this useless work here."

"So you know you don't need to dress up your ugly face, huh?" Yang Qingheng wasn't annoyed by her; instead, she laughed, practically writing "ugly people are always making trouble" on her face.

Li Jiaoyan's face turned ashen.

Yang Qingheng leaned closer for a look and added disdainfully, "Tsk, it looks even worse this way."

After saying that, he felt much of the anger in his heart had been released, and he left with a clear face, leaving Li Jiaoyan so angry that her vision blurred, but she still had to try her best to maintain her expression.

"Jiaoyan, who was that woman just now?" her friend asked.

Li Jiaoyan was furious: "That wicked woman who's been clinging to Song Hengjue."

The classmate slapped his forehead and remembered, indignantly exclaiming, "Is this the one you pointed out to me outside the supply and marketing cooperative last time? How can she be so shameless, chasing me all the way to school?" She's clearly a mistress, and she dares to be so arrogant.

Li Jiaoyan gritted her teeth: "She's shameless."

"Everyone should kill that slut!" The classmate gritted his teeth in anger, then turned and saw Li Jiaoyan walking into the school. "Where are you going?"

Li Jiaoyan didn't answer and walked inside on her own. She soon arrived at the entrance of Class 3.

Xu Linsen was taken aback when he saw her, and quickly stepped aside to let her into the classroom: "Sister Cheng, what brings you here? Please come in."

Li Jiaoyan frowned, took a step back to distance herself from him, and felt extremely disgusted by the nonchalant manner of these people.

If these guys weren't still somewhat useful, she would rather die than associate with such thugs; they're all a bunch of trash.

"Hey, Cheng Kai, I need you to do something for me." She walked straight in and knocked on Cheng Kai's desk.

Cheng Kai raised his head from the table with a dark face, his eyes still blurry with sleep. He only relaxed a little when he saw that it was her in front of him: "What is it?"

"Help me teach someone a lesson..." Li Jiaoyan whispered.