Chapter 1: From the First to the Last, a sharp sound came from the fingertips...
A sharp pain came from the fingertips, like a needle pricking a nerve.
Lin Xicai suddenly opened her eyes. She was breathing rapidly, and as her chest rose and fell, her body seemed to carry both the lightness of being reborn after years of illness and the fatigue of recovering from a serious illness.
What she saw was an unmarked test paper, and in her hand was a black gel pen with a needle-shaped tip. The black ink seeped out bit by bit, staining the slender white fingertips that held the pen tip.
The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that it was a little eerie. Lin Xicai looked over hesitantly and saw that everyone around her was lowering their heads to answer questions.
They answered the questions seriously and no one seemed to notice anything unusual on her side.
There were two unfamiliar teachers standing on the podium, seemingly talking in whispers.
Is this an examination room?
Lin Xicai broke out in a cold sweat and was a little confused about the situation.
Her last memory was of her lying in the operating room, the doctor gently asking her questions after the anesthetic was finished, and then the drug took effect, and she quickly lost consciousness. So, what is happening now?
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and Lin Xicai reached out and gently grabbed the iron pencil case beside her.
Then, in the reflection at the bottom of the dark green pencil case, she saw a pure and beautiful unfamiliar face.
Lin Xicai stared at the face, her heart suddenly tightened, and a chill spread along her spine to her whole body.
The test paper on the table was blown by the wind, revealing an unfamiliar name: Zhong Fei.
She had no idea how all this absurdity had happened, but what was certain was that this body and this identity were not hers. She seemed to have... become another person.
Lin Xicai tried to recall, tried to mobilize the memory of this body, but found that apart from her own original memories, she knew nothing about this person.
Is this a time travel, or an illusion caused by a failed operation?
"Don't be distracted, concentrate on answering the questions."
The invigilator had walked over to her side without her noticing, and a clear hint came to her ear.
After all, she had been a student for more than ten years. Although she didn't go to school very often because of her heart condition, the fear and awe of teachers were engraved in her bones. Lin Xicai almost subconsciously forced herself to shift her gaze to the test paper.
Then, the cold sweat broke out even more.
The paper was filled with words so densely packed that it almost gave her a headache.
I won’t do it…
I can’t do a single question…
Lin Xicai has a congenital heart disease. After graduating from junior high school, he was bedridden and had barely attended high school for a few days. Occasionally, when he felt better, he would go back to attend classes for a few days just to relax. He had never taken an exam.
Her family members were concerned about her health and worried that she would be tired. Compared to her health, they did not attach so much importance to her studies. They kept comforting her by saying that after the operation was over and she felt better, they would hire a tutor for her and she would definitely catch up.
——To the extent that, although Lin Xicai has studied in high school for two years, his high school knowledge level is still at the level where he has just understood exponential logarithms, and his knowledge reserves are almost zero.
Lin Xicai was holding the test paper in her hand, feeling very uneasy. Every second felt like an eternity, and she was sweating both coldly and hotly.
Wasn't this really a nightmare? She'd had trouble sleeping for a while, and she'd always have nightmares of being thrown into the exam room. That realistic sense of tension and the panic she'd never experienced before had become a reality, slowly chipping away at her barely-maintained composure and rationality.
Lin Xicai's face turned pale and red as she stared at a hideous math paper for two hours. When she was about to hand in the paper, she hurriedly filled in the multiple-choice questions with a relieved mentality of "finally dead" and handed in the paper carelessly.
When the invigilator collected the test papers, he seemed to glance at her with an ambiguous meaning.
After handing in her exam paper, Lin Xicai was about to grab her bag and head out when she was stopped at the door by three or two female classmates. They seemed familiar with her, took her arm affectionately, and began asking her for answers to certain questions.
Lin Xicai was surrounded by them, and faced with such an eager attitude to answer, her smile was awkward and forced.
Under their earnest gazes, Lin Xicai opened her mouth and uttered three words miserably, "...I didn't write it."
The girls were stunned for a moment, looking at each other, and then they let go of her without saying a word, their expressions becoming unhappy.
"You must be joking." One of the girls with high ponytails glanced at her and then spoke with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, "That's right, how can a small fry like us compare answers with the top student in the class?"
The other two girls didn't seem to want to make the atmosphere so awkward. They tugged at the sleeves of the girl with the high ponytail and gave her a soothing look.
Lin Xicai no longer cared about their little emotions at this moment, and her mind exploded again: Year, grade, first?
Lin Xicai's throat tightened, and she pressed on, "She...are my grades really that good?"
The girl with the high ponytail seemed to roll her eyes when she heard this, and said in a cold tone, "Is Versailles interesting?"
The girls left in a group, leaving Lin Xicai standing in the hallway, her body icy cold. She'd gone from first to last. How would she explain it when the results came out? Would she be thrown into a pig cage like a monster?
Besides math, the next few subjects were no less challenging, one torture after another. By the time Lin Xicai finished the last subject and left school in the afternoon, she was practically half dead.
But the test of this world is obviously far from over for her. For example, at this moment, she stood at the railing and looked down, seeing the strange world and strange people, and she fell into great confusion and panic.
——She had no idea about her own background, and didn't even know her home address in this strange world.
Where should she go back to? What will happen when she returns? What should she do after being exiled here? How can she go back? ...
Lin Xicai sighed, took out her cell phone from her backpack, and tried to find more information about the original owner on the phone.
While I was stunned, I heard a savage scolding from downstairs, a little bit angry: "Why are you standing there? If you dawdle again, go back by yourself!"
Lin Xicai looked in the direction of the voice and her eyes fell on a girl downstairs. The girl was wearing the same school uniform as her and carrying a well-made pink backpack. The distance was a little far, so she could not see her face clearly, but she could sense her anger, which was very lifelike.
Lin Xicai seemed a little unsure and pointed at herself unconsciously. The girl looked up at her actions and seemed even angrier. She turned around and walked out of the campus.
Seeing this, Lin Xicai turned around and went downstairs, rushing down as if she was grabbing a life-saving straw.
When Lin Xicai arrived at the school gate, the girl had already gotten into the car angrily. Lin Xicai was stunned for a moment and then got into the car.
The girl seemed to have an inexplicable rejection and disgust towards her. When she saw her sit down, she leaned towards the window and placed the pink backpack that was originally on her legs between the two of them.
The girl is very pretty, with a fair complexion, a bit of baby fat, and an unconcealed arrogance between her brows. It is obvious that she is a child raised in wealth.
Two people picked up in the same car...
What is the relationship between the two? Are they sisters?
While she was thinking, the girl looked at her and said in a less than friendly tone, "How many times have I told you? Don't make me wait for you for more than five minutes. Next time, you'll take the bus back by yourself. If it weren't for Aunt Ping's face, what qualifications do you have to ride with me?"
"Also, my brother might come home today. If you still want to stay peacefully in the Fu family, put away your inappropriate thoughts..."
The girl seemed to hate her to the extreme and kept talking and chattering all the way.
Lin Xicai said nothing, but silently sorted out her words in her mind, eagerly trying to get more information about her original self from the girl.
The car ride from the school to the villa took less than forty minutes. During these forty minutes, the girl's sarcasm almost never stopped, and by the end, her mouth was dry before she finally stopped.
Thanks to the girl, Lin Xicai finally had a general understanding of her original situation.
The girl in the car was a real young lady, the daughter of the Fu family, Fu Xuefan.
The original owner was the daughter of a maid in Qianjin's family. She had depended on her mother since childhood and grew up with her mother in Qianjin's family.
Qianjin's biological mother died early, and the maid had just given birth to the original owner at that time, so she had to feed two children alone. The maid was considered to be Qianjin's half-wet nurse.
The maid watched Qianjin grow up, and Qianjin was also very close to this wet nurse. Qianjin's family treated the original owner very well because of the original owner's mother, but the original owner seemed to have a bad personality. She was scheming, vain, and did not know how to be grateful. She always liked to do some small things behind the scenes.
The original owner had very good grades, and her daughter's father hired her to tutor her and paid her a high fee, but she didn't take it seriously at all. She was afraid that she would lose this only advantage in front of her daughter. The daughter's grades got worse and worse, and she also tried to sow discord between father and daughter in various ways.
Later, the daughter recognized the original owner's true character and broke with him.
But the original owner always acted well and pretended to be pitiful, so her father thought it was just a child's fight, so every time he asked the driver to pick up people from school, he would ask to pick up the original owner as well.
The original owner never refused, even when someone at school misunderstood her as Fu's illegitimate daughter or relative, she didn't explain. This behavior made Qianjin even more angry, and her attitude towards the original owner became even worse.
Lin Xicai sorted out this information in her mind, and the more she listened, the colder she felt.
What's even more terrifying is that Qianjin has an older brother. Judging from the hints in Qianjin's words and deeds, it seems that the original owner has bad intentions towards Qianjin's brother.
Lin Xicai:…….
What kind of script is this that everyone hates?
If you have anything else, come over.
Her ability to endure is now terrifyingly strong.
A strange and extravagant scene passed by the car window. Looking down, Lin Xicai saw that she was wearing a valuable and beautiful Western school uniform. She was sure that she had come to another world - a strange world that was slightly exaggerated and had a strong flavor of romance novels.
Xuling College...
Lin Xicai stared at the school badge on her chest and marveled at it. In her world, high schools would not be named like that anyway.
After realizing her identity, Lin Xicai behaved more cautiously after returning to the villa.
In the past, the original owner had no sense of propriety and always rushed to eat at the same table with Qianjin's family with the tacit consent of Qianjin's father. After Lin Xicai returned, she made an excuse of feeling unwell and went straight back to her mother's residence.
Before entering, I was worried that the conditions were not good, but after entering, I found that the conditions of the place where the original owner and her daughter lived were actually very good. The Fu family's staff dormitory was behind the villa building, and the mother and daughter lived on the second floor. After entering, there was a separate two-bedroom and one-living room. It was very clean and warmly decorated.
When she entered, the original owner's mother was having a meal alone. There were two vegetarian dishes and a bowl of rice on the table, which was very simple. When she heard the noise, she looked over and her eyes lit up when they landed on her face. "Fei Fei? Have you eaten yet?"
Lin Xicai looked at the kind and gentle face and suddenly thought of her mother.
She stood face to face with her. After a moment, Lin Xicai opened her mouth and uttered a dry name, "...Mom."
Lin Xicai put down her schoolbag and walked towards the dining table with a flat stomach. "Is there any rice left, Mom? I haven't eaten yet."
"Yes, I'll serve it to you." The original owner's mother was more delighted than surprised. She stood up as she spoke, as if she was a little too happy. Looking at the food on the table, a look of annoyance appeared on her face. "I didn't know you were eating here today. I'll go cook two more dishes..."
"No, no," Lin Xicai took the rice and started eating it. "That's great. You can sit down and eat too."
Lin Xicai was wolfing down her food, feeling somewhat uncomfortable in her heart - it had been a long time since the original owner had a meal with her biological mother, and she was so happy just by having a meal.
Perhaps it was because the food was too delicious, or perhaps it was because she felt guilty for occupying someone else's home, Lin Xicai said incoherently, "From now on, I will only eat with you and not go to other people's houses to join in the fun."
The original owner's mother was a little surprised. She reached out and brushed the hair by her ear. "Well, mom made you something delicious."
Lin Xicai swallowed the food in her mouth, was silent for a moment, and suddenly looked at that kind face, "If, if my grades suddenly dropped sharply, would you be very disappointed?"
Zhong's mother looked at her, seemingly unaware of the seriousness of the situation. "It's normal for grades to fluctuate. Don't take it too seriously."
Lin Xicai lowered her head, no longer in the mood to eat. Fluctuation? Her situation was already considered... a crash, right?
Lin Xicai suddenly felt a little irritated. Why had she been exiled here? She couldn't just be left to live like this, replacing someone else, could she? There had to be a cause and effect, right? This uncertainty made her uneasy.
On the second day, because she didn't want to take Qian Jin's car, Lin Xicai got up extra early, checked the route on her mobile phone, and went to wait for the bus early.
In order to learn more information, she almost stayed up all night, studying the original owner's mobile phone all night, looking through the chat records and updates all night, and memorized 90% of the original owner's interpersonal relationships.
The bus was heavily congested. Although she left home early, it was not too early when she arrived at school. Lin Xicai followed the crowd to school and forced herself to calm down.
However, from the moment she stepped onto the campus, she was stared at.
It was an intense feeling of being stared at.
She subconsciously looked around following that feeling, but found nothing.
As peaceful as an ordinary day.
But she knew it was not an illusion.
The presence of that gaze was too strong, as if it were real, intertwining and entwining with her.
Like a venomous snake, like a silk thread, like a tentacle.
He fiddled with it and looked at every detail of her body.
It was as if she had been pushed to the center of the stage, and in some corner that she couldn't see, there was a dangerous audience member hiding.
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