Suddenly remembering something, Jiang Yanli narrowed her eyes.

Forced by Jiang Yanli's infamous reputation, the entire class, including the homeroom teacher, remained silent. He slammed the back door shut, coughed lightly, and stood awkwardly in place.

"Class has already started? Our teacher is here so early today."

"Haha... Just started, cough, everyone please sit back down and let's begin class."

The homeroom teacher replied with an awkward smile that the Jiang family had donated so much to the school that sometimes the teachers would just turn a blind eye to Jiang Yanli's behavior.

Zi Xi continued to move towards her location.

Since she was already in her final year of high school, there were very few transfer students. She was assigned to the last empty seat in the middle row.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the desk one seat away to her right. The boy quickly stood up and moved the desk and chair away. Just then, Jiang Yanli, who was originally by the window, moved her own desk and chair over.

It was hard for Zi Xi to avoid paying attention, because the noise from moving the tables and chairs around was quite loud. In addition, the extra seat in the back was originally only for her, but Jiang Yanli insisted on moving the table next to her and becoming her deskmate.

Jiang Yanli disliked the crowding around her, so she moved to the sides, leaving the area on either side of them quite empty.

But no one in the classroom paid any attention; the homeroom teacher, as usual, continued lecturing on the day's lessons from the podium.

"Hey deskmate... what's your name?"

Zi Xi was listening attentively to the lecture, taking notes diligently. A large ray of sunlight shone through the glass window onto her, making her skin appear almost translucent.

Her eyelashes were slightly lowered, and her expression was focused, as if all the noise in the classroom had nothing to do with her.

But when the male lead asked her a question in a high-pitched voice, Zi Xi replied in a flat tone: "My name is Zi Xi."

Jiang Yanli propped her head up and stared straight at her, as if she could see right through her, but Zi Xi still didn't react.

Answering him is one thing, but not taking the initiative to approach him is another.

She needs to love Jiang Yanli, but not at this immature time.

"No surname?"

Jiang Yanli spoke, her voice low and hoarse, as if carrying a hint of impatience.

But this impatience stemmed from his own lack of communication skills; he was chatting with this special transfer student as if he were conducting a census.

But he doesn't usually like to spend time with others, so he really doesn't know how to have a conversation.

Chu Zixi didn't even look up, her pen still writing smoothly on the paper, but she still answered Jiang Yanli's questions in a low voice while multitasking.

"My ID card says my surname is Chu, but my biological parents, who have passed away, actually have the surname Bai."

Jiang Yanli narrowed her eyes, and like a cat, she reached out and slapped her palm down on her notebook: "Oh, so what are you writing, deskmate?"

He dragged out his words, his tone carrying a vague sense of rudeness and irritation. His good mood had been ruined by her attitude, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Shouldn't you look at the person you're talking to?!

This transfer student, either Chu Zixi or Bai Zixi, kept her eyes glued to the blackboard and notebook, not even glancing at him properly. Isn't that a bit too arrogant?!

Zi Xi finally turned to look at him, but her eyes were still very cold, as if she wanted to end the conversation immediately: "I'm taking notes to review after class."

"Hey, aren't you in class?"

What Jiang Yanli heard was that he, the academically challenged student, was told not to bother her, the good student, even if she didn't attend class!

Zi Xi had no such thoughts at all. She was just diligently adhering to the original owner's persona at all times. Even though her inner thoughts were very active, she kept telling herself that she was the god of ancient Greece who governed the aloof and academic genius persona. She could do it, she could do it!

If all else fails, try reciting Buddhist scriptures silently.