Qiao Zhen arrived at her class, Class 1 of Senior Three, relying on the original owner's memories. Looking at the very few girls with dyed hair in the class, her complicated feelings finally eased.
Logically speaking, teenagers around seventeen years old should have their own aesthetic sense, but now is the time when "Shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant and often outlandish fashion) is popular, so it's understandable that their aesthetic sense is influenced by others, but the influence is... a bit too much.
No one has the right to mock another person's aesthetic sense, but the "Shamate" style has its annoying aspects—in a word, it's pretentious. Especially pretentious.
Treating unconventional aesthetics as a matter of individuality often reflects a "I am the only one who is right" attitude, with some even rejecting any answer other than their own.
And Chu Zhao, the target of the mission, was one of them.
Qiao Zhen had finally calmed down when her temples began to throb again.
A boy who was over 1.8 meters tall walked by. He had short, curly, fluffy flaxen hair, deep-set eyes, and a high nose bridge. He looked like he was of mixed race and stood out among the students.
As he passed Qiao Zhen's seat, he accidentally caught her backpack strap, causing the backpack to fall to the ground, scattering her books and homework all over the floor.
The boy apologized, then squatted down to tidy up his homework and books. He looked at Chu Chu, who was rolling on the ground, and asked, "Is this a lifelike doll?"
Qiao Zhen answered without blushing or skipping a beat, "Yes, because it's custom-made, it looks very real, right?" She picked up the motionless Chu Chu and then turned its tail, "It can even blink."
Chu Chu blinked her eyes in a very cooperative manner.
As a squirrel without animal rights, Chu Chu could only submit to Qiao Zhen's tyranny.
But he was the boy who had been lying in the tree spying on Qiao Zhen, watching the little squirrel jump into his schoolbag as if it understood human speech. Now he was watching the little squirrel being manipulated by Qiao Zhen, and he couldn't help but feel surprised.
Perhaps because of his age, he didn't quite hide his surprise well, and Qiao Zhen just thought he was marveling at the fake-lifelike little squirrel.
Chu Zhao, sitting in the row behind Qiao Zhen, saw that they got along very well. After a while, he looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, looking melancholy. It was probably a bright sadness.
I'm sorry, but his sky-red hair is really distracting.
Qiao Zhen put everything on the table. "I've brought everything up, no need to trouble you."
"Um, I'm really sorry about that." The cute boy apologized again for his fake accident.
Qiao Zhen buried herself in organizing things, her movements efficient yet gentle; in short, she captured the original owner's character perfectly.
【Chu Chu, can I beat Chu Zhao, this pretentious guy, until he submits?】
"Ah!" [Okay, but only if you don't ruin your character.]
Can I change my persona?
"噫" [It's acceptable, but only if it's not abrupt.]
【oh.】
Chu Chu felt that Qiao Zhen was in a bit of danger.
"Wenzhen! The bell has already rung for class. If you're still daydreaming, you're out!" The old woman swept her sharp gaze over Qiao Zhen.
Qiao Zhen snapped out of her daze and looked at her homeroom teacher and math teacher, who was dressed in a black business suit and wore thick-rimmed glasses. She stood up and said sincerely, "Li, I was wrong."
Seeing that Qiao Zhen's attitude in admitting her mistake was good, Teacher Li waved for her to sit down. "Don't let it happen again." She turned around and tapped her finger on the blackboard. "There are still two weeks until the execution ground. Can you be a little more nervous? You are all students with excellent grades in school. If you work a little harder in the last two weeks, you will definitely have a chance to get into a top university!"
Qiao Zhen looked at the white number on the blackboard: 14.
This means she is about to be dominated by homework and will have no way to resist. (Desperate for life.)
Qiao Zhen listened to the afternoon's lessons with a dizzy head. It wasn't that she couldn't understand, but that she really didn't want to listen. She had learned the same content a hundred or eighty times in different worlds.
Finally, when it was time for dinner, Qiao Zhen put her nearly finished homework on her desk and got up to go to the cafeteria for dinner.
As expected of a prestigious school brimming with Mary Sue vibes, it has everything imaginable, including Japanese food, Western food, Sichuan cuisine, and even street food.
Qiao Zhen ordered a large plate of beef noodles with great restraint. Even though she inherited the original owner's sophisticated dining memories, she still couldn't resist the temptation of beef noodles.
Chu Zhao held a plate filled with colorful food, which looked very vibrant. He sat opposite Qiao Zhen and used a fork to pick up a small piece of black chocolate cake. "Black is what it longs for, and I have never had this color. Please let it fill the color I lack and make my life complete."
"Pfft—" Qiao Zhen spat out a mouthful of noodles onto the dining table. She pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh, then took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped the table clean. Damn it! Chu Zhao probably wanted to laugh her to death and then inherit her intelligence.
Chu Zhao looked at the noodles and sauce that Qiao Zhen had sprayed out, and he put one hand to his forehead. "It was once full of life in the fields, but it was cruelly harvested, skinned, and crushed, and now you have abandoned it. What a tragic life it has lived!"
Qiao Zhen couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly. This wasn't just "emo"; it was completely outside the realm of normal thought. She saw the cute boy, so she picked up her bowl, got up, and sat down opposite him. "You don't mind, do you?"
The boy shook his head. "No."
Looking at the delectable appearance of the man opposite her, Qiao Zhen's appetite increased significantly. She muttered to herself, "It's no use minding it, I've already sat down."
"My name is Gu Chen, and I'm sitting behind you."
"Hmm?" Qiao Zhen raised an eyebrow.
Gu Chen explained, "I meant the seating arrangement in the classroom."
Qiao Zhen looked at Gu Chen, then at Chu Zhao, "Isn't that Chu Zhao behind me?"
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