Bai Yan exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear, I'm sorry, I forgot to turn on mute."

"Ding, 500 yuan has been deposited into your Alipay account."

After a broadcast sounded, Bai Yan immediately muted her phone.

Few students in the private school are short of money. Bai Yan is the undisputed number one, so what's wrong with buying her study materials?

Song Sisi turned her head, her expression gradually turning grim.

——

At first, only a few students came to ask about Bai Yan's tutoring workbooks, and the money she earned was barely enough for her daily expenses at school.

But soon the first joint entrance exam in G City arrived, and Bai Yan firmly secured first place with a score thirteen points higher than the second-place finisher. This wasn't a class ranking, nor a school ranking, but first place in the joint entrance exam; her strength spoke for itself.

Especially those students who bought her workbooks before, their grades improved by more than half. They're all in their senior year of high school now, even the worst students probably want to give it a shot, right?

When school let out in the afternoon, the boy named Song Sisi, the goddess, secretly lured Bai Yan to the corridor: "Can you sell me those study materials?" He was afraid that because he was close to Wang Feifei, Bai Yan wouldn't sell them to him.

"Of course I'll sell." Making money doesn't discriminate based on the customer.

After receiving it, the boy asked, "Did you buy Liu Jingru?"

Liu Jingru is the girl who said she would never buy the booklet.

Bai Yan said, "She bought it. She just paid for it."

"Damn it!" the boy cursed. "I knew she cheated on the test; she just wanted to score higher than me!"

Then he asked Bai Yan, "Is this booklet really useful? Will you publish more in the future?"

Bai Yan smiled and said, "You'll know if it's useful in the next exam. Regular customers get a 20% discount."

The boy lowered his head contentedly, holding the booklet, and was about to leave when he turned around and saw the goddess Song Sisi standing at the end of the corridor. She looked fragile, like a white lotus flower swaying in the wind and rain.

The boy never expected that he would see Song Sisi while he was running to the corridor to buy something.

He gave an awkward laugh: "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. Everyone else is sneaking in the money, he can't just openly do it, can he?"

Just like when people post pictures of clothes they bought online, or when they post their results after buying a booklet, more people are willing to buy from them. And these are all their customers who have paid money to ask for advice, so Bai Yan doesn't refuse anyone.

Including Fang Heming, he paid money, and he was a big customer, spending several thousand yuan.

Over time, Bai Yan's seat became surrounded by people every time get out of class ended... while the area around the campus goddess Song Sisi seemed empty.

Fang Heming, in particular, used to be all around Song Sisi and Wang Feifei, but now he's always trying to find ways to go find Bai Yan.

Wang Feifei was furious: "Fang Heming, what do you mean? You're not actually falling for that country bumpkin, are you?"

"Aren't you ashamed? You can't catch Sisi, so you go to her? Don't you know how Bai Yan bullies Sisi?"

Fang Heming wasn't actually trying to pursue anyone. He bought study materials, intending to secretly study them... After all, he was in his final year of high school, and if he didn't do well on the exams, he would have to go abroad. Who wants to go to a place where they don't know anyone?

He was just trying it out, but the information turned out to be quite useful.

But he didn't want to tell the truth: "So what? I just want to pursue Bai Yan, so what? What do you mean Bai Yan bullied Song Sisi? Didn't you always tell us to stand up for Song Sisi?"

"Besides, it's only right that their biological daughter comes back. She's just an adopted daughter..." Fang Heming realized something halfway through his sentence.

He felt like he was being used as a pawn. He had no grudge against Bai Yan, but Song Sisi...

Moreover, ever since the video incident, he has been labeled a scumbag and a poor student, and has even been reprimanded by his parents, while she has lost nothing.

He then gave Song Sisi a meaningful look.

Song Sisi felt a sudden panic, and her face turned pale... Some bubbles burst easily, and those who hadn't understood before suddenly understood after Fang Heming called out to them.

Girls are more sensitive, so they unconsciously kept their distance from Song Sisi.

Song Sisi naturally noticed that her classmates seemed to be gradually distancing themselves from her.

She lowered her head and bit her lip.

This shouldn't be the case. All the classmates should like her; Bai Yan should be the one being isolated!

——

By selling courses, Bai Yan had saved up nearly 10,000 yuan. When the weekend came, she asked Shen Mubai to treat her uncle to a meal.

Uncle Shen originally intended to pay himself, but upon learning that Bai Yan had made quite a bit of money selling exercise books recently, he immediately pulled out a wad of cash. "Little Yan, you have to think of your uncle for this kind of good thing! Give Mu Bai a stack!"

Shen Mubai: ...

Bai Yan smiled and said, "Uncle, don't worry, I saved him a condensed version." She then pushed the money back, saying, "Uncle, it's too much of a formality for you to give me money."

Uncle Shen laughed heartily and put away the money. "Well then, since that's the case, I can't let you have the money today since you're a guest." He then called over a waiter. "You two can order whatever you want. It's on me."

The three of them ate hot pot. Shen Mubai didn't talk much at the table, but Shen's uncle and Bai Yan kept talking.

Caught off guard, Bai Yan chewed on a piece of chili pepper and immediately asked for water, which Shen Mubai naturally handed over.

Uncle Shen chuckled, clutching his stomach, "Little Yan is such a serious child. She's only acting like a child now."

Shen Mubai saw Bai Yan wiping away tears from the spiciness, "Wait, let me wipe your hands, it'll sting if you put it in your eyes—"

...

Song Sisi was preparing to go home when she turned to the side and saw this scene.

Inside the glass window, Shen Mubai's golden hair shone brightly. His handsome face no longer held its former arrogant expression as he patiently held the girl's palm and wiped it with a handkerchief.

Song Sisi gritted her teeth, and it was Bai Yan again.

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