Chapter 4 Love of Learning

Jingyun has always been known among many junior and senior high school students for his wealth and extravagance.

Even the student council has a five-story building, with each department having its own separate office, and some school-approved clubs also located there.

In the third conference room on the second floor, men and women dressed in school uniforms sat casually in their seats.

It wasn't until the girl who was sent to invite Meng Er pushed open the door that some people looked up with a hint of interest, while most people continued to talk amongst themselves or focus on what they were doing.

"Wu Jingjing, why did you come alone?"

"Could it be that you spoke too harshly and made people so angry that they refused to come?"

They were all people who knew each other to some extent, and they started making jokes as soon as they opened their mouths.

Wu Jingjing rolled her eyes, picked up an orange from the table, peeled it, and said, "Am I the kind of person who doesn't have a brain? The girl can't come because she has something to do. Besides, if I were her, I wouldn't come either. This invitation sounds like a trap."

"I told you we should find another opportunity to get to know each other. Why make such a big fuss?"

"A student representative who was parachuted in, of course he has to be given a grand welcome, right?"

"Wu Jingjing, don't you want to think about this carefully? Is it really not because you've been too arrogant?"

The last boy to speak grinned and skillfully dodged the orange peel that Wu Jingjing threw at him.

"alright."

The girl sitting near the front, with her suit jacket buttoned up to the top except for one button undone, calmly said, "I had Wu Jingjing invite her because she's very patient with good-looking people, you don't need to question that."

"puff……"

“That’s true,” another boy clicked his tongue. “The competition for student representative in our year is fierce. What makes her think she’s an outsider? Those honors aren’t uncommon, are they?”

"Hey, don't target her," Wu Jingjing said, chewing on an orange. "I think this girl has a lot of... well, presence. Besides, it's not you guys who are being outshone. And even if it weren't her, this doesn't apply to you."

Someone laughed, "That's not right. How can you say it's targeted?"

"That's right. As students, we should develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and practically. It's reasonable for classmates to communicate with each other."

"This student Meng doesn't have time to guide us, so we'll take the initiative to ask him for help. Is that not allowed?"

A boy suddenly grinned and said, "I remember the enrichment class the day after tomorrow is shooting?"

"Seriously? That's so low-class." The other boy's serious expression lasted less than two seconds before he crossed his legs and said, "You have to have class. It's more interesting to compete in someone's area of ​​expertise, like a debate—"

Wu Jingjing looked at them speechlessly, "You guys are really, the word 'despicable' is written all over your bodies."

“I said, since you’re a student representative, you should be able to convince us in every way.”

At this moment, a boy in the corner spoke up, "Everyone, find an area that interests you and ask her for advice. Just don't cause any conflicts. Surely we can ask her for advice too?"

The boy with his legs crossed sensed something was wrong and asked suspiciously, "Why is it all the guys talking? Don't any of the girls have any opinions to share?"

"Oh."

“We are not like you, who wear the words ‘belligerent’ on your faces.”

"I really liked her calm demeanor when she spoke."

"Sorry, I'm shallow. I just like her because she's pretty."

"And why do you think that someone who is completely unknown can be appointed as a student representative out of nowhere?"

Several girls responded to his question with either light laughter or cold faces, almost explicitly expressing their disdain for the excitement they were displaying.

The boy touched his nose and clicked his tongue.

"Who knows what you guys are saying behind her back? If she makes a fool of herself, it's best if you're not the ones who criticize her the most."

…

Even after leaving the computer room, the incandid sound seemed to still linger in Meng Er's head.

When the band's drunken members learned that she was officially leaving, they were completely drunk and irrational. Some even wanted to take off their clothes, write "Don't leave" in Chinese characters all over their bodies, and then run naked in the street.

Fortunately, Chinese characters are difficult to learn, and this drunkard fell asleep before he even finished learning the first one.

Before leaving, Meng Er edited the email and sent it to Delia's office email address.

With her teacher Portney's letter of recommendation, her emails would naturally be forwarded to Delia herself, and perhaps out of respect for her teacher, the other party would agree to her request.

After all, even disregarding his personal relationship with Portney, he would likely be attracted by the band's commercial value.

After completing this part of the schedule, Meng Er still didn't return to the classroom. Instead, she went to Jingyun Library, retrieved her backpack which she had left there, found a corner, put on her headphones, and took out the practice papers from her backpack to start working on the problems.

Being a top student... isn't so easy.

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Lian Yi shook her head. Every time Xiao Hao entered a state of focus, she was inevitably affected to some extent.

This is absolutely terrifying. It's one thing to lose a ticket, but how can it affect the precious time spent on a main account?

But thinking about how Xiao Hao was publicly and domineeringly pinned against the wall, Lian Yi couldn't help but chuckle as she walked along the pebble path away from the garden. To be honest, this kind of experience was very novel for her, whether she was a big or small baby.

Unfortunately, although the boy was handsome, he became rather bland after being compared to someone with Xie Ling's level of beauty.

Thinking of Xie Ling, Lian Yi paused slightly, took out her phone, and dialed a number in her contact list.

"Hello? Uncle Wu, do you have a moment?"

"Yes, the school atmosphere is great."

"I'm calling you today because I need your help with something. I'd like to transfer to class A5."

After a few seconds of silence and breathing on the other end of the phone, a few gentle words of advice finally came through.

Lian Yi smiled and said, "Of course, the learning atmosphere in Class A1 is also very good, and I have no complaints. However, I think I might be more suited to Class A5. What do you think, Uncle Wu?"

"Let's transfer tomorrow. I can't wait to meet my new classmates."

"By the way, Uncle Wu, could you please ask the homeroom teacher to arrange for me to sit next to Xie Ling? I think sitting next to a top student would be a great help to my grades."

Wanghai Middle School divides classes according to AC and 1-6. The numbers 1-5 are not rankings, but only distinguish between arts and sciences.

Lian Yi, who was originally in the humanities class, suddenly decided to transfer to the science class as the first semester of her senior year was about to end. When Vice Principal Wu received the call, his lips twitched slightly. It really was in line with the usual willful behavior of the little princess of the Lian family.

He said in a deep voice, "That's not a problem."

"But Lian Yi..."

"Uncle Wu, please speak." Lian Yi's eyes crinkled into crescents, and her voice was incredibly sweet and charming.

"The school is quite strict about early romantic relationships."

Lian Yi's round eyes widened slightly, and she blinked with amusement. "Uncle Wu, what are you saying? I just heard that Xie has always had excellent grades, and I wanted to ask him for advice on his study methods."

"Don't worry, I know he's Wang Hai's golden prospect, I definitely won't date him too early."

Although Wanghai was originally a secondary school with a well-known college entrance rate, it was a private school after all, and it was inevitable that there would be quite a few troublemakers.

But ever since Lian Yi enrolled, it seems like she's the only troublemaker left in the school.

Fortunately, although Lian Yi has always had a bad reputation, she never disrupts classroom discipline.

Strictly speaking, she often skipped classes, and her grades were among the worst, but she never missed a single assignment.

In short, she wanted to change classes, and there was no room for her grades to drop. After receiving this assurance, Vice Principal Wu thought for a moment and then dialed the number to arrange the matter.

After hanging up the phone, Lian Yi didn't put her phone away, but instead dialed another number.

Of course, she wouldn't date a rich girl's fishpond. If the readers of this story misunderstand that she's slept with one of the male lead's potential partners, and give her a -2 rating, the author might get so angry that he'd revise the outline overnight and pull her out of the ending where she's homeless and kill her off.

Isn't this just asking for trouble?

She had already clearly laid out the script for Xie Ling, this unattainable beauty.

"When the domineering heiress's attempt to seize her fails, the once stubborn and impoverished young man makes a powerful comeback, coldly observing the heiress's fallen state."

“Miss, Xie Qingde’s attending physician told me that he informed Xie Qingde’s family yesterday that they had been placed on the waiting list, but Xie Qingde’s family could not raise the medical expenses and seemed to be considering giving up.”

Lian Yi was not surprised at all.

In the original storyline, Xie Ling was still fired from the club. He endured the humiliation from the boys in Class C5, but he insisted on calling the police. In the end, he took the girl away, preventing her from being assaulted.

As a result, he was resented by a group of scum led by Cai Dongming. After learning about his family situation, they originally planned to ruin Xie Ling's father's chance to get a kidney transplant.

But the fake heiress found out and stopped them.

The fake heiress, now an eighteen-year-old adult, clearly understands how much her kindness and influence will help her reputation.

Lian Yi's lips curled slightly. "Okay, I understand."

"In my name, contact the Lian family's private hospital and have them connect with that attending physician about this matter. I remember there's an honorary professor at the hospital who was his teacher, right?"

"Surgery fees?" Lian Yi chuckled. "Of course not, just put it in my account, including any fees he needs to pay."

The person on the other end of the phone responded in a low voice.

"Let's get started now. Don't ask for my opinion on the rest. Just cure him and consider it an act of charity."

As the sun grew stronger, walking on the road without any shade, Lian Yi put away her slightly warm phone. The sweltering weather couldn't dampen her good mood.

I really look forward to seeing Xie's complicated and conflicted expression when he finds out about this.

Lian Yi strolled upstairs, passing through classrooms so quiet that only the sound of teachers lecturing could be heard. The slight commotion caused by her passing by subsided after a few taps on the lectern.