Pan Yang arrived in the system space and looked at 001, asking a crucial question: "Why are all the hidden characters named Zhou Yang? Are they the same person?"
A question mark appeared on screen 001: "I don't know what the host is talking about. Teleport to the next world!"
You can't afford to play this game!
"Young Master needs to get up and go to school."
A voice faintly reached my ears.
Pan Yang sat up, groggily replying, "Hmm."
"Teleport to the storyline."
This is a fictional world, similar to 21st-century technology. The original owner of this body is named Lin Panyang, a rich second-generation heir. His father, President Lin Zhihua, is busy with work all day, and his mother died in childbirth. Usually, only a butler grandfather takes care of the original owner.
However, the original owner was withdrawn and introverted and didn't have many friends. She was also considered strange at school, so not many people liked her. To make matters worse, she was also a poor student and a target of bullying.
The original owner kept it to herself without saying anything. Then one day, someone helped the original owner. His name was An Wu, a sunny and cheerful young man. He helped the original owner a lot and they became friends.
After graduating from university, the two went to the same university, but rumors about what happened to the original owner in high school kept circulating, saying that the original owner was bad in this way and that way. Later, they discovered that these things were actually done by their own buddy An Wu, and they broke down, giving up on everything and leaving alone.
By the time the original owner's father found out, it was already too late.
In the current timeline, the original owner is still being bullied, and has not yet met An Wu.
"Was the original owner's status as a rich second-generation just for show?" Pan Yang remarked, somewhat speechless.
"Host, this is how the original owner of this body was, please don't question it, okay?" 001 replied with extreme patience.
"For an introverted and insecure person like the original owner, these things are usually kept to themselves and not spoken about."
As Pan Yang washed up, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was quite pretty, but her hair was a bit long and covered her eyes, obstructing her view and making her look somewhat aloof.
Pan Yang washed his face and looked at his expressionless self. He was very aloof and exuded an unapproachable aura. It was good to pretend to be cool.
As soon as Pan Yang put on his school uniform and went downstairs, the housekeeper brought the meal—sandwiches, bread, eggs, and milk—to the table.
He wasn't picky about food and would just pick it up and eat it.
The butler asked with a smile, "Young master, what would you like for dinner?"
"Anything is fine."
"Yes, young master." The butler's tone was noticeably more disappointed than before.
After finishing his meal, Pan Yang got up and said, "Let's have braised pork ribs for dinner."
"Alright, young master, I'll take you to school," the butler said with a smile.
Upon arriving at school, Huan Yang walked to her seat. The original owner's seat was in the last row near the door. Because of the original owner's personality, she didn't have a seatmate. Huan Yang looked at the seat and felt it was pretty good; she could run away at any time.
The math class representative walked over and tapped on the desk: "Hand in your homework."
Pan Yang stared into thought as he looked at the stack of homework the class representative was carrying. Had the original owner done his homework?
He calmly opened the original owner's schoolbag, took out his homework, and handed it in.
The class representative glanced at the homework that Ban Yang handed in and then left.
Pan Yang breathed a sigh of relief. How could the big shot not hand in his homework? He almost embarrassed himself.
The class that followed was incredibly boring, and Pan Yang almost fell asleep.
The homeroom teacher, seeing the students' disappointment, tapped on the podium: "Wake up, you students sleeping in the back! You have less than half a year until the college entrance examination. Don't worry too much. The monthly test is the day after tomorrow, and the seating arrangement will be changed according to your scores."
"Some students should stop sleeping all day and start working hard, for your own sake, not for mine."
Some students, including Fan Yang, said: "..." I've had enough.
Finally, get out of class was over and he could go to sleep, but then he was called to the math teacher's office.
The math teacher was a woman who looked very gentle but was actually quite strict. The math teacher glanced at Pan Yang.
"Lin Panyang, do you know why I called you here today?" The math teacher held a red pen in one hand and a notebook in the other, looking at Panyang with a slightly angry tone.
"I know," Pan Yang replied casually.
"Then tell me," the math teacher continued. These days, kids have no ambition; they're all just going through the motions.
"..." Pan Yang blinked, his expression calm and composed. "Because of homework."
"You got half right. Your attitude towards learning is excellent. Look at your math homework, there are only ten questions, how did you manage to avoid the correct answers?"
"Lin Panyang, the college entrance exam is just around the corner. Try your best."
"..." It was written by the original owner, not by me. The expert wouldn't write the wrong question.
"Teacher, you have to believe me! I'll get a perfect score on the monthly exam the day after tomorrow, but I have one condition: can I not do my homework?" Huan Yang behaved very seriously, as if he were a model student.
The math teacher looked bewildered and somewhat worried as she asked, "Are you alright? I just wanted you to study hard and not put too much pressure on yourself. A perfect score is not a problem for you."
"Teacher, you don't need to say anything more, I've made up my mind." Pan Yang patted his chest and turned around with a dashing air. "Teacher, I'm going back to study hard."
As the math teacher watched Pan Yang leave, he felt something was off. He glanced at the problem and thought, "Oh dear, this homework!"
Aside from the things that happened in the morning, Huan Yang was hardly called to the office all day. Although he slept the whole time, the original owner's grades were truly beyond saving in the teacher's eyes.
Huan Yang was happily heading home after school when he was stopped by four or five people who often bullied the original owner of this body.
The leader had dyed his hair yellow, making him quite conspicuous.
He had such an arrogant air about him; you could tell he did this kind of thing often.
"Lin Panyang, we're short on cash today."
Looking at these people with indifferent expressions, Pan Yang felt a little itchy inside. Finally, he could take action himself, right?
001 seemed to know what he was thinking and quickly spoke up: "Host, calm down! We are civilized, harmonious and beautiful. We must warn them in a scientific and ethical way."
"For example?"
001: "Tell the teacher!"
Pan Yang chose to remain silent. "..." How could a big shot possibly tell the teacher!
"Teacher! Teacher! Someone is bullying me and won't let me leave!" Pan Yang shouted when he saw his homeroom teacher.
The blond-haired guy chuckled: "Kid, don't try to fool me. Your acting is pretty bad."
"What are those students doing?"
Huang Mao and his gang heard this and saw the teacher slowly walking over.
"Teacher, let's just play with him."
Pan Yang retorted expressionlessly, "Are you just playing around by stopping me at the school gate and demanding money?"
Upon hearing this, the homeroom teacher immediately became serious, knowing that although Lin Panyang was not a good student, he was introverted and unlikely to lie.
"You guys from which class are you bullying our students? And don't you know the school doesn't allow dyed hair with your blonde hair?"
"Teacher, we were wrong, we'll leave right away." The blond-haired man immediately led the group away.
"You guys from which class are you?! Why are you running?!"
Watching the retreating figures of the group, Pan Yang thought, well, telling the teacher is definitely better than taking action.
"Thank you, teacher."
"You're welcome. Just be careful. If they come to you next time, tell them how they can't let other classes bully them. Now, let's go."
Goodbye, teacher.
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