"I've read the original English version of this book, and the translation of the title isn't quite accurate. I think Pride and Prejudice would be a better name."

The girl's eyes suddenly opened wide, and she gave Huang Wanzhen a thumbs up. "I didn't think anything of it until you said it, but now that you've said it, it's like I've been enlightened."

"I've made the right choice to come to Beiman Girls' High School. It's truly a place full of hidden talents!"

Huang Wanzhen was ashamed. She had actually taken advantage of her past life. No matter how rich her heart was, Huang Wanzhen remained calm on the surface. She smiled and extended her hand, "Meet me, my name is Huang Wanzhen."

The girl with wide eyes almost popped her eyes out when she heard her name. "Hello, hello, I've heard a lot about you. You are this year's top female scorer. I am Song Wenyin, ranked 37th in the second class this year."

Huang Wanzhen was completely confused. "What do you mean by top scorer? What do you mean by second place? What did you say?"

"Didn't you go to the bulletin board to check your grades?" Song Wenyin asked, blinking her big, bright eyes.

Huang Wanzhen shook her head, "No."

Song Wenyin quickly turned sideways, approached Huang Wanzhen, and asked seriously, "You don't know that you are the first in this year's entrance examination, right?"

Huang Wanzhen waved her hand. "I know. I know that. The letter the school sent me said I was ranked first and that I could enroll free of tuition. Instructor Chloe even let me stay in a double dormitory for free."

Song Wenyin said nonchalantly, "How much is that worth? Your status as the top scholar is valuable. All the rich and powerful families in China want to send their daughters here, but this school is run by the Christian Congregational Church and is not under the jurisdiction of the Chinese Education Bureau. If you want to get in here, you need money alone, you need real ability, and you are the one with real ability..."

Song Wenyin gave Huang Wanzhen another thumbs-up. "Even if you don't graduate, you can still find a decent job in Beijing. If you're willing to be a tutor for failed students, you can just open your mouth and ask for your monthly salary."

Huang Wanzhen looked at Song Wenyin, who had been introverted and shy just now and suddenly became a chatterbox, and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at? Everything I said is true!" Song Wenyin said unconvinced.

Huang Wanzhen quickly comforted him, "I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing at my grades. I didn't expect them to be so valuable."

Song Wenyin also laughed, "Haha, seeing you today, I can see that you are truly extraordinary. You even read novels, and they are original English versions. You are truly amazing. What other novels have you read? Introduce them to me."

Huang Wanzhen felt so comfortable being praised that she couldn't help but raise her head proudly, "That's a lot. I've read a lot of history in novels, and I'm older than you."

Song Wenyin opened her mouth wide, looking at Huang Wanzhen in surprise, "Are you bragging? We look about the same age. Did you start seeing me while I was in your mother's womb?"

"Ahem—" Huang Wanzhen, carried away by her own pride, hadn't even thought twice before recounting her past life experiences as her present life. "Well, that's an exaggeration. I was exaggerating. I've read at least a few hundred novels."

Song Wenyin patted her back affectionately and said, "The number one scholar is indeed the number one scholar. He has read so many books."

Huang Wanzhen quickly changed the subject, "You haven't told me what's going on with the top two candidates."

Song Wenyin looked at her with pride and said, "Well, I never thought that one day the top scholar would ask me questions."

Huang Wanzhen smiled and patted her shoulder. "Hurry up and tell me, hurry up and tell me. There's a prize."

"Think about it. During the previous dynasty's Spring Examination, the number of candidates selected was generally around 200 to 300. Our Beiman Girls' High School only admits around a hundred students each year, which is even harder than the Spring Examination. Those who took the exam all compared it to the Spring Examination. The top three were ranked first, the fourth to fortieth were ranked second, and the rest were ranked third." Song Wenyin shook her head and narrated slowly. "Hey! You just mentioned there were prizes. What kind of prizes?"

Huang Wanzhen took out a lipstick from her handbag and handed it to her, "Here, I made it myself."

"Hey! Lipstick, I used my sister's lipstick secretly, thank you."

Huang Wanzhen smiled and shook her head, "You're welcome, as long as you like it."

The two chatted for a while, and then a sexy woman with chestnut hair and blue eyes walked in from the door. She spoke in English, "Hello everyone, I am your homeroom teacher. I will teach you English from now on. You can call me Miss Green."

Huang Wanzhen was like a fish in water in Beiman Girls' High School. The title of top scholar was very useful. No matter what era, "academic masters" were always rare. Of course, there were some exceptions, such as Ye Mengyu, whose "nose was not a nose, and eyes were not eyes" every time she met him.

Huang Wanzhen ignored her and treated her as air.

That day, during class, Huang Wanzhen was surrounded by a group of classmates chattering. Su Jingyi came over and asked, "Deputy monitor, can you help me alter my uniform?"

Yes, Huang Wanzhen is now the deputy monitor of Class 1. Initially, Ge Lin suggested she become monitor, but Huang Wanzhen, thinking of the shop, declined with a smile, saying she wasn't capable enough and could help the monitor by being the deputy monitor. The monitor position then fell to Lü Bijun, who ranked fourth in the grade and second in the class.

"Of course, Furongju is just at the end of the street. You can just take the time to deliver the school uniform over there." Huang Wanzhen kept smiling, revealing her standard eight teeth.

"Okay, thank you." The caution on Su Jingyi's face immediately turned into excitement. If it weren't for maintaining her ladylike image, she would have wanted to jump up.

Although this school uniform is a combination of Chinese and Western styles, it is too big and does not look good when worn. Huang Wanzhen changed the uniform the next day when she went to school. It showed off her waist and made her look much better. The classmates in the class came to ask about it.

It turned out that it was her family who had altered it. Song Wenyin was most familiar with Huang Wanzhen, and within two days, she was wearing the improved version of the school uniform. All the classmates were jealous, and after asking about it, they secretly sent it to Furongju for alterations.

Now, only Su Jingyi and Ye Mengyu were left in the class, and they were still wearing oversized school uniforms. Su Jingyi was too embarrassed to ask the tailor at home to make alterations, fearing her parents would find out and scold her. She was also hesitant to go to a tailor shop outside, wondering what if the alterations were ruined. After much deliberation, she decided that Furongju was the safest choice.

After finishing her Chinese class at four o'clock in the afternoon, Huang Wanzhen quickly packed her schoolbag and trotted to Furongju at the end of Dengshikou Street.

Sure enough, not long after, a group of female students came in and asked, "Which is better, the osmanthus soap or the rose soap?"

"They are both very useful. You can buy both and use them alternately," Huang Wanzhen suggested.

"Hey! Vice-class monitor, this is my school uniform. Where should I put it?" Su Jingyi's voice came. Huang Wanzhen didn't even turn her head and directly held out her hand. "Give it to me. I'll come pick it up at the same time tomorrow. Thirty cents."