Chapter 146 Picking a Green Plum 1: The Transfer Student

After spending a long life on the Xuankun Continent, everything will eventually return to reality.

The deafening thunder of the lightning strike still seemed to linger in her ears, and Xi Congshuang was still a little unaccustomed to the sudden appearance in the quiet space.

The red apple appeared eagerly: "Congratulations! You have finally collected enough points for resurrection. The mission is now completely over, and you are about to return to reality!"

With a bang, Red Apple set off a cyberpunk firework for Xi Congshuang, sparks landing on the shoulders of the still-dazed person.

"..."

Xi Congshuang looked around and found herself in a pure white virtual space, wearing a familiar hospital gown.

I haven't seen these familiar clothes in a long time, it feels like a lifetime ago, and she can even stand up on her own.

Red Apple: "When you go back this time, you will be free from illness and live a healthy life. Aren't you happy?"

Xi Congshuang: "Happy."

Looking up into the distance, it really wasn't an illusion; blue numbers flashed across the seemingly boundless white space, like a surging stream of data.

The red apple flapped its wings rapidly, overjoyed: "Finally, I have successfully completed all the tasks assigned to me by the God of God!"

It would be perfect if the time could be shortened a bit. Xi Congshuang had already accumulated enough points in her previous lives to return to reality ahead of time.

The rewards for points are high, but the host's extravagant spending habits extend the mission time.

Red Apple was thrilled to have such a great success with her first host: "To tell you the truth, you are my first host after I became a full-fledged host. Your success is a perfect addition to my resume."

Upon hearing this, Xi Congshuang's smile deepened, and she didn't seem surprised.

Red Apple: "As a way of repaying you, is there any wish you can't fulfill in reality? Just tell me if it's something I can do."

I wonder what she wants?

After a moment of silence, Xi Congshuang said, "When I was fifteen, I experienced a kidnapping."

The red apple nodded in agreement. It had already heard about this from its host and had witnessed just how accurate its host's judgment was.

Then what?

Xi Congshuang: "After being rescued, the doctor said that my psychological trauma triggered a protective mechanism, causing my memory to regress to that of a twelve-year-old. I also had to retake my studies to reach the level required to go abroad."

The red apple paused in its flapping of wings; this was outside the scope of its investigation.

Xi Congshuang: "Not only that, when I tried to investigate what happened when I was fifteen, I found that the relevant information and files were deliberately obscured."

It's obvious that the person who did these things didn't want Xi Congshuang to know the truth.

As Xi Congshuang grew older, she became increasingly keen on secretly defying her parents. After seizing power, she began to reinvestigate the events of that year.

This time the progress was much smoother, but it was too late. All the data and files had been completely destroyed, making it impossible to investigate.

The destroyed documents were all made by her parents. When Xi Congshuang asked for their reasons, they replied, "That's a disgrace, there's no need for it to continue existing."

It's not surprising that this arrogant couple viewed their only daughter's kidnapping as a disgrace; keeping the file would only serve to remind them of their mistakes, so they might as well destroy it.

Xi Congshuang's investigation was tantamount to dredging up their old grievances, which offended them and was unacceptable.

They refused to believe that she simply wanted to know what had happened, rather than seizing an opportunity to attack someone.

Xi Congshuang: "Something important must have happened to me at that time, and I wanted to go back and see for myself."

Red Apple: "I can help you go back to fifteen, but you can't change the facts; you can only let things take their natural course."

"Would you accept that?"

"accept."

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When Xi Congshuang opened her eyes again, the scenery in front of her was rushing backward, the space she was in was moving smoothly, and the sunlight outside the window was brilliant.

Xi Congshuang has had a good memory since she was a child. Apart from that one thing she forgot, there are very few things she doesn't remember. She can tell at a glance that she has never been to this place before.

But at fifteen, she was on her way to another destination.

So it's not that she never came here; she really did go back to before the event that caused her memory loss, that is, before the kidnapping happened.

The driver noticed the girl in the back seat looking out the window again and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, miss, there's a bit of traffic on this part, but I can guarantee we'll arrive before the scheduled time."

Xi Congshuang heard her own voice say, "Hmm." Her voice was indifferent.

Compared to the gentler voice that he deliberately disguised himself as an adult, the responding voice is still in its developmental stage, with a higher pitch and a colder timbre.

Xi Congshuang tried to move, but her body did not respond, because the fifteen-year-old did not move.

"Buzzing—"

Suddenly, a notification sound came from the backpack in the back seat.

The urgent ringing of the bell instinctively annoyed the girl in the back seat, causing her to frown slightly.

If it were Xi Congshuang as an adult, she would choose to ignore it, and even if someone came to her door, she would just smile and give them a perfunctory response.

But she is now fifteen-year-old Xi Congshuang, and even she can't stop herself from taking out her phone.

As Red Apple said, she could only observe from the perspective of the main character and could not change anything.

[Mother]: I hope you can truly understand your mistakes after this school transfer.

Transferring schools?

She remembers studying at home after being discharged from the hospital, then going abroad to study, and returning to China to join her family's company after completing her studies. It turns out she had also transferred schools.

The car window reflected the puffed-up cheeks of the girl, who slowly typed a reply: "Okay, Mom."

Xi Congshuang understood long ago that arguing with her parents was pointless, and that pointless resistance would only lead to more severe punishment.

Perhaps this transfer is the result of yet another act of defiance.

But a young person's spirit should be at its most unrestrained and exuberant, and it's hard for them to keep suppressing their emotions forever.

So she went through a cycle of resistance, punishment, forbearance, and resistance until she fully understood that only by seizing power could she truly grasp freedom.

Xi Congshuang realized this not too late, and regained her freedom at the age of twenty-five.

My phone vibrated again; it was a message from the same person.

Xi Congshuang looked down.

[Mother]: You haven't even arrived at school yet, why are you looking at my messages? Don't you know that looking at your phone on the bus will damage your eyes?

"..."

I almost forgot, all the electronic products I use have tracking chips that can transmit her whereabouts to my parents' phones in real time, so they can check her location at any time.

Having gotten used to a life of freedom, we've forgotten what life used to be like.

The girl put down her phone in annoyance, her youthful, angry eyes reflected in the rearview mirror.

She decided not to go back.

The driver was quiet and attentive throughout, but he was a complete stranger; it was obvious he had been fired after the kidnapping.

Not only the driver, but her parents also dismissed everyone involved. Trying to find those who knew about it back then under such deliberate concealment is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The vehicle drove silently to its destination.

The driver gently pressed the brake: "We're here, miss."

Xi Congshuang picked up the backpack next to her seat, opened the door and got out of the car, looking up at it.

Tall gate pillars support the school gate, with the words "Yude No. 3 Middle School" written on it. Looking down, through the electric sliding gate at the school gate, there is a tree-lined path with kapok trees, and at the end of the path is a statue of Confucius.

The security guard, who was dozing off in the security room, suddenly woke up when he saw the car parked at the school gate and got up to look.

On her first day at the new school, when her parents should have accompanied her to complete the formalities and help her adjust to the new school, she appeared at the school gate alone.

Teachers were already waiting at the door.

"Hello, classmate, are you Xi?"

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Yude No. 3 Middle School, Grade 11 Class 2.

The long math class ended, and the students perked up the moment they heard the bell. Some rushed to the toilet, while others chatted with their classmates.

Some people get hungry before mealtime and start eating the bread left over from the morning.

After the teacher left, the girl wearing a loose-fitting blue-collar white school uniform got up to tidy up the desk.

Instead of tidying up the desk, she opened up her half-finished workbook, which still bore traces of her scribbles and neat handwriting that filled most of the pages.

Next to the exercise book was a piece of scrap paper with writing on it. It was left over from doing exercises in class yesterday. She didn't throw it away and kept it to continue to make use of waste.

After doing all this, she also unscrewed the glass and put the lid aside, creating the impression that she had just left suddenly but would be back soon.

After thinking for a moment, she took out the eye drops from the desk drawer and put in a wad of damp, crumpled tissue.

The disguise was perfect; it looked like they'd be back in five minutes.

Seeing her posture, the girl at the table in front of her laughed: "Orange, where are you planning to go again?"

"Something came up at home, I'm going back to check on things." Su Cheng smiled, her fair face brightening. "If the teacher asks, please tell her I had to go to the toilet and will be back soon."

The girl in front of me raised her hand and gave me an OK sign. She was the class monitor, so her words carried some weight with the teacher.

Furthermore, Su Cheng entered the school with the highest score in the entire grade, and she also achieved the highest score in the last monthly exam, so the teachers are more willing to indulge her.

Su Cheng didn't take her schoolbag; instead, she stuffed the small tag tucked from her shirt pocket into her pants pocket and prepared to leave.

The student sitting in front of me turned around and asked, "Is it because your boss is offering you extra money to go back and help out again?"

As everyone knows, Su Cheng's circumstances are not good, and the scholarships she receives from the school are not enough to cover her expenses. She occasionally does odd jobs to earn some money.

Sometimes I play games or boost accounts for others, sometimes I go to buy milk tea, and occasionally I help my neighbor at the internet cafe reception. I do all sorts of things.

Fortunately, she was smart enough that her mischief didn't affect her grades, and the teachers turned a blind eye as long as it wasn't too outrageous.

Su Cheng: "No, that's not true. I'll be right back after the next two self-study periods."

As she stepped over the empty table next to her, she took off the hair tie from her wrist and tied her hair up.

Her hair was longer than shoulder-length, with the ends resembling long brown hair tied up and pulled back, styled into a low ponytail perfect for running, ensuring that not a single strand of hair would hinder her from climbing over walls.

"I'll be back before class this afternoon."

The girl in the blue-collar white school uniform tossed her hair and disappeared through the classroom door. She walked down the corridor, avoiding the stairs that the teachers often used.

Stepping out of the teaching building, the midday sun shone on me, and in the distance, I saw several people walking towards me.

Su Cheng looked closely and thought, "Oh no, I've run into my teacher before I even got started." She quickly dodged behind a pillar, her slender figure perfectly concealed.

Fortunately, the teacher was focused on the girl next to her and did not notice the figure at the end of the corridor.

Xi Congshuang, carrying her schoolbag, listened listlessly to the teacher beside her; the driver did not come in.

The teacher didn't see the lurking figure, but she did, and quietly looked up.

Fifteen-year-old Xi Congshuang didn't know who the other person was, but as an adult, Xi Congshuang felt inexplicably familiar with her.

I didn't even get a clear look at her face, I only caught a fleeting glimpse of her evasive profile.

"The formalities are all done. I'll take you to your classroom now. From now on, I'll be your homeroom teacher and physics teacher. You can just call me Teacher Wang."

Xi Congshuang snapped out of her daze: "Thank you, Teacher Wang."

Teacher Wang: "The atmosphere in the class is great, you'll adapt to it quickly."

Xi Congshuang replied in a flat, emotionless voice, "Okay, Teacher Wang."

Her answer surprised Teacher Wang quite a bit, unexpectedly... well-behaved?

After a moment's thought, Teacher Wang, who had taught many students, realized that she could sense the distance beneath the politeness. She temporarily interpreted it as the student's discomfort.

Before receiving the student, Ms. Wang had a bit of a headache. Her transfer procedures were handled entirely by her family's assistant, who was polite and arrogant. Before this, she had only seen the student's three-inch photo with a blue background.

She was a cool and beautiful girl with straight shoulders and her eyes, which were indifferent to her emotions, stared directly at the camera. She seemed to be the kind of girl from a well-off family.

Looking at her profile again, I was right.

Actually, Teacher Wang was also puzzled. This girl had skipped grades since she was a child and had already completed her high school studies. She was about to go abroad to continue her studies.

But for some reason, she went back to high school and transferred to a school far from her home.

Teacher Wang reminded her again, "Have you collected all the new textbooks?"

Xi Congshuang: "My mother sent my assistant to deliver it to me."

As Xi Congshuang walked towards the teaching building into the sunlight, unaware of her teacher's thoughts, she glanced curiously at the end of the corridor before going upstairs.

Just then, the girl behind the pillar also curiously peeked out and met his gaze.

"..."

They both paused for a moment, and it was Xi Congshuang who shifted her gaze first.

She needed to watch her step when she reached the stairwell.

At the same time, she thought to herself that she must know the other person and that the other person occupied an important place in her lost memories.

"A transfer student?" Su Cheng wondered to herself, "School has been over for so long, why is he only arriving now?"

Young and impetuous yet aloof, she looked down on everyone and you could tell she was incredibly arrogant even without getting close to her.

She was like that before her family fell on hard times; she was smart and rich, so who wouldn't be a little confident?

Add a little more, and she'll be quite pretty.

Su Cheng likes good-looking people; she's purely a looks-obsessed person.

A casual glance from him made Su Cheng instantly abandon her plan to skip school. She took out her phone, typed a few words, and sent them out.

"I'm not going, not even if you pay more."

Su Cheng thought to herself that shaking milk tea was nothing compared to watching a transfer student, so she turned around, stuffed her phone back into her pocket, and walked back.

She moved with light steps, like a cat, taking two or three steps up the stairs and quickly returning to her classroom on the third floor.

The class bell had already rung, and the class monitor, who was supervising self-study, sat on the podium to maintain discipline.

During self-study periods, students are not restricted from discussing things in hushed tones. Many students whisper to each other and exchange draft papers to discuss problems.

Su Cheng slipped in through the back door of the classroom. The class monitor looked up at her, a little surprised, but didn't ask anything and continued writing the questions in his hands.

The class monitor copied a workbook, pretending to discuss a problem with her, then turned around and said, "I just went to the office to deliver something, and the homeroom teacher said that our class needs to have a transfer student to make up the odd number of students in our class."

Su Cheng: "I know." She recalled the person she had just seen.

It's summer, yet they're still wearing long sleeves and pants, their skin as white as snow, making it seem like they might melt in the sun at any moment.

Class monitor: "You're the only desk in our class that's empty, so you're going to end your fun... you know that?"

Su Cheng chuckled, a hint of smugness in her eyes: "Not only do I know, I also saw her."

The class monitor hurriedly asked, "Did you see it? Was it a boy or a girl?"

Su Cheng: "She's a girl, she doesn't seem to talk much, but she's quite polite."

She responded to everything the teacher said, which showed she was very polite.

The class monitor immediately pictured a quiet, shy, and probably bespectacled well-behaved student in his mind.

Until the transfer student was brought into the classroom by Teacher Wang, and she stood on the podium to introduce herself in a calm and even voice, the class monitor had only one thought in her mind.

—I was scammed.

The girl who was led to the podium by the teacher was about the same age as everyone else. She was slender and upright, and her every move was unhurried, giving people a very special feeling.

A breath of fresh air emerged from the group of students in the class who were overwhelmed by the weight of their studies.

On the platform, Xi Congshuang looked at the chalk on the table, hesitated for a moment, picked up a new piece of chalk that hadn't been broken, and wrote her name on the blackboard.

"Xi Congshuang, that's my name."

She wasn't used to writing on a blackboard with chalk, and this was the first time she had ever done so. She tried her best to control the strokes and wrote the ugliest words of her life.

Sure enough, she was more suited to whiteboard teaching—Xi Congshuang felt that she must have thought that way when she was fifteen, because she could feel the intensity of her furrowed brow.

But the moment he turned around, his furrowed brows immediately relaxed, and he returned to a blank expression.

Her parents required her not to always show her true feelings, but to be polite and elegant.

The atmosphere seemed to cool down as a result, and Xi Congshuang endured until the self-introduction ended.

Teacher Wang walked up to the podium: "Welcome, new students! Let's give them a round of applause."

When the applause rang out, Xi Congshuang saw a familiar face at the end of the class. It was the girl she had just met behind the pillar. However, fifteen-year-old Xi Congshuang did not see her. Her gaze missed the girl and fell on the slightly faded blackboard at the back of the classroom.

How can I describe this feeling...?

The class monitor stroked his chin and thought for a long time before finally figuring out how to describe the feeling: "She looks like she's good at playing the piano or dancing ballet."

Su Cheng: "I vote for the piano."

Class monitor: "Then I'll do ballet... Wait, why should I vote?"

Teacher Wang scanned the classroom and said, "Su Cheng, I remember there's no one at the table next to you. The new student is sitting next to you."

Su Cheng, who was secretly chuckling, was called upon and instinctively stood up: "Here."

Then he met Xi Congshuang's gaze.

"Oh, okay."

It wasn't obvious when she was sitting, but it was very obvious when she stood up. She was one of the taller students in the class, and she often chose to sit in the last one or two rows to make it easier to skip class.

Su Cheng, so that's her name.

This was definitely not the first time she had heard this name, otherwise her soul wouldn't have been so stirred upon hearing it.

Xi Congshuang stepped down from the podium, walked through the students to the last row, and stood in front of the other person.

She really wanted to talk to the other person, but fifteen-year-old Xi Congshuang wasn't in the mood. If she could, she would turn around and leave.

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Fifteen-year-old Snowflake: I hate it here (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

After a while, Snowflake said: It smells so good.

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"The Tool-like Female Supporting Character, Me? [Quick Transmigration]"

The female supporting character is someone who is infatuated with the protagonist and even bangs her head against a wall for her, but ultimately suffers a crushing defeat and watches the protagonist live happily ever after while she herself has nothing.

Some are exceptionally talented but go astray.

Some, having suffered greatly, become cynical and world-weary.

Some are gentle and refined, yet are actually scoundrels.

Some people give everything only to receive a simple "I only treated her like a younger sister" in return...

Shenyin plays this kind of role.

In addition, she also has to cause trouble for the female lead, and playing the role of a vicious female supporting character backfires, causing the protagonist and the female lead to get together, and becoming a stumbling block between the protagonist and the female lead.

Shenyin: Hehe, I won't be a simp :)

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My childhood sweetheart ran away because of my inferiority complex.

She transmigrated into the body of a spoiled young lady who, after making a mistake, was banished to a small town under the pretense of training her willpower, and would be brought back once she had learned her lesson.

According to the plot, Shenyin will fall in love with the protagonist next door at first sight, becoming obsessed and infatuated. After being unable to win his love, she goes crazy and drives a car into people, but ends up killing herself and dying young, leaving all her assets to the protagonist who can't have her.

Shenyin said that being a CEO is worse than being in a relationship, and those who can't have someone should stay away from her.

When it was time to leave, Qingmei, who should have been self-conscious and weak, said with a determined look, "Wait for me, I will definitely come to where you are to find you."

Shenyin: "..."

#No need to wait, I'll take it now#

The protagonist, who was just waiting for a simp to take him out of town: "?"

The protagonist, who turns around to find that his childhood sweetheart, whom he felt inferior about, is no longer there: "??"

The official couple and their devoted admirer formed a bicycle that ran away on its own!

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My cute junior sister ran away.

Everyone knows that Immortal Venerable Linzhou has a pure and unblemished appearance, flawless white hair, and unfathomable cultivation. He spends most of his time in seclusion in his cave, detached from worldly affairs.

According to the plot, Lin Zhou, who had been in seclusion for many years, discovered the protagonist who looked exactly like his beloved when he emerged from seclusion. His calm heart was instantly rekindled, and he decided to take him as his disciple.

Selfless dedication, asking for nothing in return, exhausting one's energy and effort?

Shenyin said that being in a relationship is not as good as ascending to heaven, and that the sea of ​​hatred and the sky of love should stay away from her.

The junior sister, who should have been deeply in love with the elder, was chasing after the cold and aloof white-haired elder every day.

The junior sister exclaimed excitedly, "Is Elder going to become a demon? Let's go together!"

Finding the righteous path uninteresting and preparing to unify the demon realm, Shenyin: "?"

At first, Shenyin thought it was quite fun for the female lead to stumble and fall along with her, but later she thought it wouldn't hurt to have a relationship.

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His wife ran away when he was down on his luck

The noblewoman from Longyang is wealthy and stunningly beautiful. It is rumored that she will marry a rising warlord, forming a perfect union.

According to the plot, Shenyin will marry a powerful and ambitious man, offering up all her troops and wealth in order to obtain the position of empress. Later, the emperor discovers her vicious true nature, accuses her of scheming, and abandons her from the harem.

Sacrifice everything, only to end up with nothing?

Shenyin said, "If everyone can rebel, why can't I?"

He rolled up his sleeves and got to work, and he also encountered his true love, his wife from his humble beginnings. The noblewoman was deposed because her belongings exposed the true face of the empress.

The female lead, who was supposed to rescue the wounded warlord, was incredibly enthusiastic: "Are you planning a rebellion? Let's do it together!"

Shenyin: "..."

Oh well, we're already here.

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The stepmother ran back home after she was taken.

Because of a childhood crush he couldn't forget, he agreed to adopt his old friend's daughter and raised her with great care, promising her that she would inherit everything in the future. He then discovered that his adopted daughter had been hoping for his death so she could inherit his fortune and marry the woman he had arranged to have with good luck.

They all killed the irritable seme x the sweet uke who brought me along