The next day.

Classroom of Grade 11, Class 7.

Has Wuyue arrived?

"Not yet, I'm afraid they won't dare to come if they haven't done their homework!"

"Strange, where is Wu Yue's schoolbag?"

"I made sure to lock the classroom doors and windows last night. How could she..."

The sound came from the three girls on duty. They had arrived at the classroom early in the morning and were huddled together with ill intentions.

When Wu Yue entered, she saw their faces displaying a mixture of mockery, indifference, and nonchalance, and couldn't help but sigh.

The big boss never likes to get angry, nor does he like to deal with these trivial matters.

However, the big boss always seeks revenge.

"What are you looking for? My schoolbag? It's here."

Wu Yue pointed to the backpack slung halfway over her shoulder and smiled, "It's strange, I saw that the classroom doors and windows were locked yesterday, so I went back. Hey, I didn't expect... when I woke up, I found it was left at my room door."

Could it be—

The girl leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice: "Is there a ghost?"

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Hahahaha

I haven't forgotten how my daughter ran away frantically after seeing a ghost yesterday.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" one of the girls, Xie Fangfang, retorted with a stern face.

Another short-haired girl, Lin Tian, ​​chimed in, "That's right, that's right. We're ghost-agnostics, don't exaggerate."

Qiu Liqi glared at Wu Yue and said righteously, "Wu Yue, don't talk nonsense. We locked the door last night because we thought you had left."

The Witch God smiled but remained silent.

Young man, if you had experienced what happened yesterday, you wouldn't think this way.

[Blatantly lying? ???]

Wu Yue straightened up and smiled meaningfully: "Well, then I wish you good luck."

...

...

Two days later, in the monthly exam, Wu Yue, the dark horse, successfully entered the top ten in the grade.

He was ranked first, tied with Yan Chiyu.

Wu Yue has no intention of hiding her strength, and if anyone questions her, she is not afraid to prove it on the spot.

The teachers did suspect that Wu Yue's rise from the bottom of the grade to the top was due to her own abilities, especially after a student reported her for stealing answers, which further fueled their suspicions.

Nevertheless, with math teacher Mou Lingzhang vouching for her, Wu Yue finally had the opportunity to redo the backup B paper in front of the principal and other subject teachers, proving her abilities.

Before leaving, Teacher Mou Lingzhang said meaningfully that he would transfer her to an honors class.

-

It was Friday evening, a rare moment of leisure. Wu Yue didn't plan to cook; instead, she wanted to go to the city center for hot pot.

Before leaving home, she took off the blue and white school uniform that every student at No. 5 Middle School had to wear three sets of, and changed into a pair of washed denim jeans and a V-neck retro knitted high-waisted top, which accentuated her beautiful figure.

She no longer resembles the innocent and well-behaved student she is during the day; instead, she appears more mature and intellectual.

The deer-shaped ornament transformed into a necklace that adorned her swan-like neck. Her fair skin glowed subtly against the silver, radiating a clear, jade-like luster.

Wu Yue casually picked up a beige fisherman's hat, put it on, and went out.

The wind is refreshing tonight, its gentle whispers like lovers' murmurs, carrying a unique tenderness as it brushes against your face.

Instead of taking a taxi, Wu Yue decided to walk a bit and take a stroll.

The stillness of early spring carries a touch of desolation, but also a hint of belated warmth.

She was holding a large bottle of peach-flavored yogurt.

As they were drinking, several unfamiliar presences suddenly appeared around them.

This aura—is not of my kind.

Wu Yue stopped drinking her yogurt.

...

Meanwhile, a boy with a small blue diamond stud in his left ear was walking towards the villa. His long legs cast extremely long shadows in the dim light, as if cut out of paper.