Nanzhi decided to pick up her major again. She went to class on time every day and even tried to sit in the front row.

"Nanzhi seems to have changed a lot recently."

"She has been paying close attention in class lately, and the professor often calls on her to answer questions."

"Hey, look! Li Weiwei went to find Nanzhi."

Nanzhi was oblivious to the gossip about her and the woman walking towards her.

He was looking down, taking notes that the teacher had left on the blackboard.

This is all the best stuff, much more refined than what she learned at her original school. No wonder it's a prestigious school.

With a "bang," the table shook, Nanzhi's hand trembled, and the pen drew a very heavy mark on the notebook.

Nan Zhi was taken aback, and raised her head expressionlessly. A woman with dyed yellow hair, big waves, and bright red lips crossed her arms.

They were staring down at him from above.

"Hey, Nanzhi, what are you pretending to be a good student for? Everyone knows you love going to nightclubs and chasing after men."

Nanzhi: "..."

"You think you can compete with Senior Lian just by suddenly pretending to be a good student? Dream on."

The other party was clearly up to no good, and their words were extremely malicious.

Nan Zhi raised an eyebrow. "Senior Sister Lian," could it be Lian Chuchu? She should be a junior now.

But Namzhi really didn't know who this person was.

She never wrote about Nan Zhi's campus life; she only emphasized her love for the male protagonist and highlighted the female protagonist's kindness.

"Who are you?" Nanzhi retorted rudely.

The other person was clearly stunned, then angrily pointed at her with their index finger, "You...you don't recognize me? Nanzhi, I think you're tired of living."

"Nanzhi, you haven't been to class for so long that you don't even recognize Li Weiwei anymore. You two have been at odds since freshman year."

The class monitor, who was not far away, smiled and explained something to her.

Nan Zhi frowned. Li Weiwei? In the original book, she was Lian Chuchu's simp.

It has significantly more screen time than the original owner.

Li Weiwei comes from a good family, but she's a die-hard fan of Lian Chuchu.

Many of the gang leaders used Lian Chuchu to boost other people's favorability.

He glanced at Li Weiwei indifferently, then immediately looked away, his tone even colder:

"Oh, sorry, I forget about unimportant people in the blink of an eye."

Li Weiwei was furious, and her voice became much sharper. She stomped her foot.

"Nanzhi, don't you like Senior Lin Feifan? Let me tell you, he only likes Senior Lian, so don't even dream about it."

Also, the senior already knows about your scheme against the senior student; you're just waiting to be in trouble.

After saying that, she turned around angrily and walked out of the classroom.

Nan Zhi raised her hand and touched her chin. Lin Feifan was already a senior in college.

He was already in charge of important matters at his family's company when he was a junior in college.

As the male protagonist, he is naturally a legendary figure at school, with many female admirers.

Lin Feifan and Lian Chuchu also met in college, were attracted to each other, and got together.

Nan Zhi didn't care that Lin Feifan, at such a young age, had actually plotted to kill someone for Lian Chuchu.

Whatever tricks he has up his sleeve, let him use them. We'll deal with whatever comes our way. Besides, we have an angelic talisman to protect us.

Nan Zhi firmly believed in what Miao Miao Ji said.

The class monitor walked over discreetly and gave Nanzhi a thumbs up.

"Nanzhi, you've improved a lot in just a few days."

The class monitor is a sunny, chubby guy. All the classmates like him and want to be his friend.

Nanzhi tilted her head, feigning a joke: "Who are you?"

The class monitor: "..." He couldn't help but scratch his head. "Nanzhi, how can you not care about your classmates?"

However, he wasn't surprised, as Nanzhi often skipped classes and no girl shared a dorm room with her.

Maybe I just don't think they're important.

"I am the class monitor."

Nanzhi really likes this class monitor; she gives off a warm feeling, and she was just explaining things to her.

With a genuine smile, Nanzhi reached out and patted the class monitor on the shoulder.

"Squad leader, you are such a good person."

Class monitor: "..."