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On the 1st of September, Wen Xinya reported to Lan Feng Institute, one of the big four high schools in the capital city, of which both Ching Hua High School and Lan Feng Institute were elite schools. Ching Hua High School’s educational methodologies were largely influenced by other countries, learning comparatively liberal, with the extension of courses catered to the young masters and ladies from wealthy families such as etiquette, floral arrangement, and luxury brands, as well as specially hired renowned tutors from overseas—as such, it was deeply favored by young masters and ladies in the circle.
In her previous lifetime, precisely because Wen Xinya had led a wandering life for fifteen years and had been used to the freedom, upon hearing that Ching Hua High School’s learning had been comparatively liberal, had various courses pertaining to the high society such as etiquette, as well as with Ning Shuqian and Ning Yuya’s persuasion, Wen Xinya had thus chosen Ching Hua High School.
This lifetime, she chose Lan Feng Institute with the sole intention of amassing capital growth for herself.
Lan Feng Institute was slightly further away from the city center, closer to the northern district, with extensive compounds—within the institute, the rock gardens, lakes, long and winding corridors, gray bricks, arch bridges, twisting rivers, and groomed horticulture were all very elegantly vintage, making one feel as if he had traveled through time.
Wen Xinya fell in love with the school at first sight.
She brought the enrollment notice and reported straight to the administration office.
The teacher at the administration office was a woman in her thirties—though she was not very pretty, her disposition made one feel very comfortable. She nodded at Wen Xinya, stretched her hand out to receive the enrollment notice from Wen Xinya’s hand, and was shocked when she saw the name on her enrollment notice.
So you’re Wen Xinya?
If this enrollment notice didn’t get my name wrong, I’m indeed Wen Xinya! Is there a problem?
Wen Xinya said plainly, vaguely understanding that she was probably shocked that she had entered the school directly without previously studying the secondary school syllabus, and on the other hand, it was probably related to Grampy’s participation in the compilation of ancient educational philosophy case studies and books at Lan Feng.
The teacher at the administration office noticed that she had behaved inappropriately, and said hurriedly, smiling,
No problem, I’ll proceed with the related formalities for your school admission right now.
However, deep down she thought, After all, as the eldest daughter of the Wen Family and Old Mr. Mo’s granddaughter, she can enter the school directly without going through secondary school, even parachuting into Lan Feng Institute, a school with such high barriers to entry. However… Lan Feng cannot be compared to a school like Ching Hua High School—with a facade of education, but in actual fact specializing in grooming fair maidens. Those who can make it into Lan Feng Institute are all very outstanding talents.
Wen Xinya naturally didn’t know her inner thoughts, and only nodded mildly and waited.
Bring the admission slip to the student union to draw the keys to your apartment. The student union isn’t far from the administration office—it’s just up ahead, to your right.
The teacher at the administration office passed a slip to Wen Xinya and kindly showed her the way.
Thank you!
Wen Xinya received the slip and proceeded to the student union. Although she wasn’t prepared to stay within the school, getting the apartment meant that she could go over and rest there on normal days!
The student union at Lan Feng Institute had comparable authority to the administration office. As many issues implicating the school were directly managed by the student union, the student union had always been very reputable.
Wen Xinya came before the entrance of the student union, of which the door was ajar, and voices of several girls talking inside could be heard.
President Zhong has already graduated from Lan Feng this year, wonder who will be the next president of the student union?
The voice of the girl had a tinge of regret and expectancy.
The sophomores and senior students in the student union committee are already having a meeting today, and the result is expected to be out soon,
replied another girl.
I hope it’s Senior Chu Jingnan—Senior Chu is good-looking, has a gentle and cultivated character, never harshly criticizes anyone, and always appears charismatic. Although his background is not so ideal, a person like him will definitely be outstanding—don’t we all say that a golden carp won’t stay in a pond forever, turning into a dragon once the opportunity arises? I feel that Senior Chu is such a person.
The hand that Wen Xinya had raised in preparation to knock the door froze mid-air just like that!
Chu Jingnan!
How long had it been since she last heard this name!
She didn’t expect to reunite with this name so early in this lifetime!
It was early by a total of three years!
Oh yes! How could she have forgotten that Chu Jingnan had indeed studied at Lan Feng in her previous lifetime?
In her heart, the rage, hatred, discontentment, and enmity intertwined bit by bit, almost devouring her rationality. Beads of perspiration fell from her forehead, her young, beautiful small face was pale as snow, and blood vessels could be seen spasming underneath the skin of her exposed arms, her racing pulse indiscriminately tormenting her.
She suddenly bit down hard on her lower lip, causing numbing pain to spread through her entire body. Only then did she awaken, stretched her hand out, and knocked on the door before her.
Come on in!
A girl’s voice came from inside.
Wen Xinya felt that the voice seemed familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere, but as her thoughts were currently clouded, she couldn’t tell momentarily.
Pushing the door and heading in, she saw four girls sitting on the sofa of the student union office. As Wen Xinya saw the several pairs of eyes looking over in unity, she couldn’t help but feel amused—so was it true that enemies crossed paths often? She even met familiar faces reporting to school, and a few of them at it.
Wen Xinya!
Jiang Yuqian shrieked out loud.
Wow, it’s you!
Jiang Ruoyin also looked like she couldn’t believe it, and then couldn’t help but recall previously, at Grandfather Zhong’s party, when she had lost her watch, it had been Wen Xinya, this btch, who not only robbed her of her beloved watch but also made her extremely humiliated.
On the other side, Xia Ruya widened her eyes in disbelief that Wen Xinya would actually come to Lan Feng Institute. She forced a smile and said,
Xinya, how come you’re also here at Lan Feng—I thought you’d choose Ching Hua.
Wen Xinya sighed slightly. Seeing the student union pin that Jiang Ruoyin wore on her chest, she learned that Jiang Ruoyin was from the student union. As the Jiang family was one of the top four affluent families in the capital city, it was understandable that Jiang Ruoyin could get into the student union. It seemed like all her paperwork today had to go through Jiang Ruoyin.
As Jiang Yuqian and Jiang Ruoyin had been chummy all along, it was only normal that they had always stuck together like glue.
She turned her gaze towards Xia Ruya—in her previous lifetime, her choice had been Ching Hua High School. Unexpectedly, this lifetime, she had tried her best to avoid her, wanting to focus on her studies, but somehow still ended in the same school as her.
She’s probably reporting to school today!
Seeing that Wen Xinya didn’t reply, Xia Ruya felt slightly awkward and bit down on her lip. Sitting beside her was Xia Ruxue, who instantly widened her eyes and stared at Wen Xinya.
Hey! Don’t you have manners—didn’t you hear Xia Ruya talking to you!
Wen Xinya completely ignored her and turned to Jiang Ruoyin.
I’m here to report and collect my apartment keys!
Jiang Ruoyin again recalled how Xu Zhenyu had assaulted her in the VIP room in the Ninth-Heaven because of Wen Xinya, and previously, at Zhou Tianyu’s birthday party, had poured her red wine, causing her to fall to the ground. With the old and new grudges added onto each other, a sense of resentment grew in her heart, as she held her head up high and looked at her with a sense of superiority.
Hand me your admission slip.
Wen Xinya passed the slip to her.
Jiang Ruoyin stretched her hand out to receive it, and, with a loosened grip between her thumb and forefinger, the slip fell to the ground just like that.
Ah, sorry, I didn’t hold it properly momentarily.
Saying which, she hurriedly prepared to pick it up, but instead, stepped on the black and white slip, leaving a footprint on it.
So sorry, I’ve accidentally stepped on your admission slip.
