Special Excellence Class.

The students in the class were all incredibly excited to hear about the new transfer student.

The daughter of a top aristocratic family in Country M, a genius girl with an IQ of 160+!

These were once unattainable figures who could only be seen on television, but now they were transferring to their high school.

"Teacher, will Miss Mellon be transferring to our class?"

Someone couldn't wait to ask Wu Ming, the homeroom teacher, who was standing on the podium.

“Of course,” Wu Ming said, raising his chin with a disdainful look, “besides our top-performing class, which other class is worthy of that young lady’s status?”

Jiang Nian left, then Chi Lin and Han Xu followed, and later even Tang Qiuyue left. The top students and the richest students in the class all transferred to Class 36.

The only remaining student, Song Wenjing, was confined by the Song family and missed two weeks of school. Meanwhile, Jiang Ranran, the supposedly excellent and wealthy princess, was actually inferior to Jiang Nian in every way, and was also scheming, malicious, and secretly plotting against others; she has now been taken to the police station.

Nowadays, the top-performing classes have nothing to brag about except for their average grades.

However, being first in the class is enough.

Could it be that the noble lady would forgo the top-performing class and go to a regular class instead?

Wu Ming was thrilled just thinking about how many resources this young lady would bring to his class.

Ironically, no sooner had Wu Ming finished speaking than a student rushed in to deliver a message: "Teacher, I heard from the dean's office that Miss Mellon went to Class 36!"

What?

Wu Ming jumped up, and everyone in the class stared in shock, unable to believe it.

Class 36?

It's Class 36 again?!

What's so magical about Class 36?! Everyone else is one thing, but why is even a rich girl from abroad eager to join this bottom-of-the-barrel class?!

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At this moment, Class 36.

Jiang Nian was looking out the window, somewhat lost in thought, while her deskmate Lin Ruru was muttering to herself.

"Niannian, have you heard that the Mellon family's daughter is coming to our school? I wonder which class she'll be in."

Wang Qing chimed in, "Who cares which class she goes to? There's no way she'll come to our class."

Another boy said, "Many people on the forum are saying that whichever class this young lady goes to, that class will definitely have all the resources in all aspects, so many people are asking their homeroom teachers to try to get her in."

Wang Qing curled his lip upon hearing this: "They only see the benefits. They don't even consider that those pampered aristocratic young ladies might have all sorts of princess syndromes and be difficult to get along with. We don't need them."

Some sycophants looked at Jiang Nian with pride, saying, "Having Sister Nian in our class is enough to make them envious!"

Jiang Nian was still lost in thought.

Lin Ruru couldn't help but reach out and wave her hand in front of Jiang Nian's eyes.

"Niannian, what's wrong with you today? Is something on your mind?"

Jiang Nian then turned her head and replied, "No."

But Jiang Nian did have something on her mind.

Today is the anniversary of Anne's death.

On this day last year, Anne was shot and killed in front of her.

After the incident, Lu Zhaokun had her kept under guard. When she was later able to move freely, she didn't even know how Annie's body was disposed of.

Anne grew up in the slums with her mother, and after her mother died, she had no relatives left. She also had no other friends.

Naturally, no one would prepare a funeral for her.

A vibrant young life was lost without a trace. It's as if no one remembered her, no one cared.

Just then, the homeroom teacher, Zhou Sen, entered the classroom with light and excited steps.

Standing on the podium: "Classmates, we have a new student transferring to our class today!"

Zhou Sen had no idea what kind of incredible luck he had this semester. It seemed like every student with a prestigious family background and top grades was transferring into his class, one after another.

A transfer student?

A wave of surprise swept through the classroom.

Could it be that person...?

Then Zhou Sen enthusiastically called out to the classroom door, "Joey, come in and say hello to your classmates."

The next second, a petite figure appeared in front of everyone.

The moment their eyes met the newcomer, everyone in the class gasped.

—What a beautiful girl!

She looks just like a foreign doll.

Her meticulously styled golden curls reached her waist, each strand radiating a smooth shine, making her face appear smaller.

Her skin appeared untouched by rain or sun, as white and delicate as milk. Her eyelashes were curled and thick, and her deep, bright green eyes were as lively and beautiful as amber. Her features were also extremely exquisite.

She wore the same school uniform as everyone else, yet it seemed tailor-made for her, exuding an aristocratic air. But her eyes were innocent and pure, making people feel close to her at first glance.

The girl stood on the podium, looking around the classroom. Her gaze settled on a certain corner, and a glint of excitement ignited in her eyes.

Unfortunately, the person she was looking at wasn't looking at her; instead, he was asleep on the table, seemingly uninterested in her at all.

It doesn't matter.

This is just the beginning.

The girl looked away, a sweet smile on her face, and began to introduce herself.

"Hello everyone, my real name is Joyce Mellon, I am sixteen years old, you can call me Joy."

It really was that young lady from the Mellon family.

Everyone was surprised that a foreigner could speak Mandarin so well.

Moreover, this young lady was nothing like they had imagined; she had no aristocratic airs at all, and was both adorable and approachable.

Some people couldn't help but applaud in welcome.

A round of applause immediately erupted in the classroom.

"Joey, there's an empty seat here, you can sit here." Zhou Sen pointed to an empty seat in the front row against the wall.

The girl next to him looked delighted. Was she going to be the deskmate of this highly regarded noble lady?

Unexpectedly, Joey only glanced in that direction before looking away. A gentle, docile smile remained on her lips, her expression sweet: "Teacher, I don't want to sit in that seat."

"Hmm? Where would you like to sit?"

I want to sit next to that classmate—

As she spoke, Joey stretched out her fair and slender arm and pointed towards the corner of the last row of the classroom by the window.