Zhu Yaya had never seen such a handsome boy. His complexion was pale, his features delicate and refined. His eyes were long and narrow, phoenix-shaped, their gaze profound like an unfathomably cold pool. He was aloof and solitary, like a lone wolf. The sunlight from outside the window fell on him, making him dazzlingly bright.
He frowned, shot her a glance, turned his head, and continued burying his face to sleep.
Zhu Yaya thought, no wonder he's the male lead of a novel!
Just as she was savoring the male lead's appearance, the system in her mind yelled furiously: "You idiot, you've got the wrong male lead! Hurry, hurry, the mission!!!"
Wrong male lead?
With looks like that, how could he not be the male lead?
Just as Zhu Yaya was utterly confused, she was spotted by the homeroom teacher of Class 17, Grade 2——
"Aiyo, that girl, don't hide! I see you! You're not from our class, are you?"
Zhu Yaya panicked.
The system was still screaming in her mind: "Quick! Hurry up and complete the mission!"
She stood up. The male teacher on the podium was still droning on: "Student, you're not from our class, what are you doing in our classroom during class time………"
The female lead next to the male teacher was looking at her curiously. Everyone in the front rows had turned around, and a few of the boys sleeping in the back rows had also lifted their heads from their desks, looking at her with sleepy eyes.
"Quick, quick, find the male lead! Mission!!"
"Student, what are you doing in our class…"
In her panic, Zhu Yaya mustered all her strength, closed her eyes, and shouted: "This girl is so pretty!"
After she said it, the room fell silent.
Zhu Yaya cautiously opened her eyes to look. Good grief, all the boys sleeping in the back rows were awake now, looking at her like she was a monster. Including that really good-looking boy next to her. The female lead on the podium was blushing all over.
"Student," the male teacher finally found his voice again, adjusting his glasses, "come with me to the office."
It's over. Her lifelong reputation! Completely ruined!
With a look of utter despair, Zhu Yaya decided to struggle a bit more: "Teacher, isn't this Class 1, Grade 1? Oh dear, I went to the wrong classroom, I'll leave right now!"
"Student, if you had said you went to the wrong classroom during the first period, it would have been a bit more convincing?" The male teacher, Qiao Wei, gave a gentle smile. "A student from Class 1, Grade 1, right? Come, let's go have some tea with your homeroom teacher!"
Zhu Yaya, deceased.
"No wonder I thought someone was missing. So you ran off to Class 17, Grade 2!" Chang Wen snorted coldly. "Your vision is truly far-sighted. You're only in Grade 1, and you're already scoping out the environment in Grade 2."
"You flatter me," Zhu Yaya wiped cold sweat from her forehead.
"Or maybe she just didn't fancy your class," Qiao Wei skillfully interjected.
"You shut up! I'm disciplining my student, it's none of your business. Go manage your own class! If it weren't for Yan Heng being in your class, I don't know if you'd even be able to keep your position." Chang Wen glared fiercely at Qiao Wei.
Qiao Wei, looking slightly guilty, rubbed his nose and argued, "Sometimes, luck is part of one's ability."
"Alright, you hurry back to class for math." Ignoring Qiao Wei, Chang Wen turned to Zhu Yaya, who had been watching the show, and said irritably.
Zhu Yaya nodded with extreme obedience, even carefully closing the door when she left the office.
Once outside, she felt refreshed and lighthearted as she casually asked the system, "My mission is complete, right? What's the reward?"
The system's icy voice sounded: "No, your first mission failed."
"What? Didn't the mission say to deliver the line, witness the male and female leads' first meeting, and eat melon? Didn't I do all that? So what if I said the line a bit too loudly?" Zhu Yaya muttered discontentedly.
"But, you didn't eat the melon." The system indicated it didn't want to talk and threw a previously popular "eating melon" meme at Zhu Yaya.
Zhu Yaya examined the meme carefully and had an epiphany: "You meant literally eating melon!"
The system gave a cold, haughty hum.
Zhu Yaya: .......
Tch, clearly it was your own fault for not explaining clearly, and now you're getting all tsundere.
Zhu Yaya returned to her class, called out a report, then went in and obediently listened to math class. She even perfectly resolved the math teacher's displeasure by solving one problem with seven different methods. The little old man finished class and left cheerfully.
As soon as class ended, Xu Baoying gave Zhu Yaya a thumbs-up: "Awesome, sis! You actually dared to cause a scene in Class 17, Grade 2! Respect, respect!"
"How do you know about that?" Zhu Yaya asked with a shocked expression.
Xu Baoying shook her phone: "It's all over the school forum. Here, look, 'Feisty Grade 1 Junior Boldly Confesses Feelings to Senior Girl, Grade 2 Guys Shed Tears in Classroom: Junior, Please Calm Down, You and the Senior Are Both Ours'."
It's over, it's over. She lost both the battle and the reinforcements! Her dignity is gone, and the mission isn't even complete. Zhu Yaya instantly felt life was meaningless.
"I'm kind of curious, just how pretty is that new senior girl in Class 17, Grade 2, to make you praise her in public like that," Xu Baoying asked curiously.
"Um," Zhu Yaya thought back, "actually, she's not that pretty. But, I saw a boy there who was especially good-looking."
"Oh, it must be Murong Beichen," Xu Baoying said with full confidence.
"No, it's not him." The system already said it wasn't. If it were, her mission would have succeeded long ago.
"Impossible, no one is handsomer than him," Xu Baoying expressed doubt.
"Do you have a photo of Murong Beichen?"
"They're all over the school forum, okay?" Xu Baoying rolled her eyes and taught Zhu Yaya how to log into the school forum.
As soon as Zhu Yaya opened it, she saw a close-up photo that made her want to gouge her own eyes out. It was of a boy with rainbow-colored hair, wearing ripped jeans, with panda eyes, arrogantly giving the middle finger.
Wasn't this that rainbow-colored Mary Sue?
Beside her, Xu Baoying rested her chin in her hands: "Ahhh, my Prince Chen is so incredibly cool!"
This? This is supposed to be a campus romance novel about ultimate beauty? A bad-boy school bully? This is clearly a story about a human and a ghost, okay?
Zhu Yaya complained expressionlessly in her heart.
She looked at Xu Baoying with pity. Such a nice girl, it's a shame she's gone blind at such a young age.
She sighed, searched Baidu for a bunch of photos of shamate boys, and showed them to Xu Baoying: "Do you think they're handsome?"
Xu Baoying looked disgusted, pretending to vomit: "So tacky!"
Zhu Yaya compared these photos and found they weren't much different from Murong Beichen. Shamate boys were almost all dressed like that.
Oh, so it wasn't that her deskmate was blind. It was money! It was the evil power of money that blinded Xu Baoying's eyes!
When would this evil money stop corrupting the flowers of the motherland and only corrupt her alone?
However, after Xu Baoying's interruption, she couldn't be bothered to ask about that boy anymore.
It's not like she'd see him often, she thought.
Finally, after much difficulty, school was over. Zhu Yaya fought her way through the sea of people, carrying her "affectionate" greetings for the system, and headed straight for the nearby fruit shop.
At this time of year, it's rare to find watermelon in fruit shops. Zhu Yaya had already run to six different stores without any luck. Fortunately, as the saying goes, heaven never seals off all exits—at the seventh fruit shop, she finally spotted watermelons for sale.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and a surge of boldness swelled in her chest. The words "I'll take all the watermelons!" nearly escaped her lips. Thankfully, she touched the pocket holding her pocket money just in time, and reason swiftly returned.
"Boss," Zhu Yaya said with an ingratiating smile, "how much are these watermelons?"
"Three yuan per jin," the boss replied, leaning back in his chair and casting a lazy sidelong glance.
"Three yuan per jin? That's so expensive!" Zhu Yaya frowned. After a moment's thought about her system, she gritted her teeth. Following a careful selection process, she pointed at two small melons. "I'll take these two small ones."
"Alright then," the boss stretched in his chair and called toward the back, "Hey, you there, Yan Heng, come weigh these melons already."
Following the boss's gaze, Zhu Yaya curiously looked toward the back and unexpectedly caught sight of that handsome figure from behind.
