Fan Jian frowned, "Sister Nine, why do I feel like this method will get my dad to beat me up?"

"I have already told you the method. Whether you believe it or not is up to you." Lin Jiu said and walked into the teaching office.

Fan Jian is a notorious gangster in No. 2 Middle School and the nemesis of the dean of studies. However, he didn't want to see the dean of studies either, so he had to turn around and leave with his little brothers.

The Dean of Studies solemnly opened Lin Jiu's transfer notice and asked, "You're nineteen years old and still in your third year of high school?"

"People living in slums start school later," Lin Jiu explained.

A layer of disdain instantly appeared on the Dean's face. "No. 2 Middle School is an elite aristocratic school. Not everyone can come if they want to. Go back. This semester has already started for a month. You missed the registration deadline. Come back next year."

It would be better if she didn't go to school. If Lin Hong hadn't wanted to impress Tang Shi and send her to an aristocratic school, she wouldn't have wanted to come to No. 2 Middle School.

She's not a middle school student.

Lin Jiu turned and left, reaching out to push open the door of the teaching office.

"Wait a minute!" the dean shouted.

Lin Jiu turned his head.

The dean, who had a serious face just now, now had a rosy face and a sweet smile.

"Excuse me, Miss Lin Jiu, who is Chairman Lin Hong to you?" The dean rubbed his hands unconsciously.

"My dad." Lin Jiu said, and walked out of the teaching office.

"Ms. Lin, please wait." The director chased after her without even taking off his reading glasses. "Ms. Lin, you can go straight to class today. I'll arrange for a teacher to take you to the classroom."

At this time, a boy with a backpack on his back came running over, sweating profusely.

Even if this person turned into ashes, Lin Jiu would be able to recognize him.

She seemed to still feel the coldness of the dagger piercing her lower back.

Wu Yiyang, enemies often meet on a narrow road!

I regarded you as my best friend in the slums, but you teamed up with Lin Yao to stab me.

"It's you again. You're late for so long. You won't get your financial aid this month!" The dean looked at Wu Yiyang with a cold face.

When he looked at Lin Jiu again, he put on a big smile and said, "Ms. Lin, wait a moment. The teacher who will take you to the classroom will be here soon."

"Ms. Lin?" Wu Yiyang looked at Lin Jiu with his eyes shining. "Lin Jiu, long time no see. I wonder you're here at No. 2 Middle School too."

The dean raised his eyebrows slightly. Could it be that this poor student knew Lin Jiu?

"Ms. Lin, do you know each other?" the dean asked tentatively.

"I'm not familiar with him." Lin Jiu didn't even look at Wu Yiyang, and followed the teacher to the classroom.

Leaving Wu Yiyang standing there in a daze.

The dean of studies was even more angry. He was almost deceived by this poor student. He thought he was very familiar with the Lin family. "You, this month's poverty allowance is gone."

"Dean, dean, can you give me another chance?" Wu Yiyang begged the dean.

The dean of studies ruthlessly shook off his hand, pushed him out of the teaching office, and slammed the door shut.

Wu Yiyang, standing outside the teaching office, clenched his fists and stared fiercely at Lin Jiu's retreating figure. "Lin Jiu, you upstart think you're so great! Just wait!"