C5 The School Beauty Was Changed!

"Have you heard? We've got a new transfer student today." Class 20 buzzed with excitement before the bell rang.

"Yeah, I heard they spent over a decade in an old temple. Do they even know how to read?"

"Who knows? They were supposed to join class one, but Old Demon Xu wouldn't have it."

"Well, that's the top class. Old Demon Xu wouldn't just take anyone."

The chatter among the classmates grew louder until they noticed Su Lili walking by the doorway, prompting them all to crowd around her.

"Su Lili, is it true this person was sent by your Su family? When did you get a new sister?"

Su Lili paused, her lips tightening slightly as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

She had overheard everything Class 20 was saying, "Um, the Su family... it's a servant's child. My grandmother has a kind heart."

Just a servant's child, after all.

Her grandmother had her living in the same conditions as a servant, maybe even worse!

The classroom erupted with noise. "The Su family is known for their charity, and it's no lie. They even send the kids they take in to a prestigious school like ours."

Chen Suyu approached from behind, his warm eyes settling on Su Lili, "If the Su family weren't good, how could Su Lili be so exceptional?" he remarked with a nonchalant air.

"Oh... what's this?" The onlookers began to tease.

Su Lili cast a shy glance at Chen Suyu and turned away, "Let's not make a fuss, everyone. We have a practice exam today, and I need to get back to studying. Chen Suyu, you should join me."

She hurried back to her seat, her cheeks flushed with a sweet sense of delight.

Her grandmother was right; this newcomer would only serve to highlight her own status.

"Damn it, they're actually a servant from the Su family? And they have the nerve to attend our school? Where's their shame?" Wang Yating kicked a stool in frustration.

She felt that sharing a class with such a person was an affront to her own status.

Riya is a prestigious school for the elite. Most of the students come from affluent families, with only a few admitted through charitable programs.

Su Ningning, a maid who had secured her position through her connections with the Su family, was a first of her kind.

"Why would Old Monster Yi take just anyone in? Does he really see Class 20 as a trash can?"

With a resounding "smack," the lesson plan was slammed onto the podium, silencing the bustling chatter beneath.

Yee Xin's stern gaze swept over the students. Even her typically mild demeanor had taken on a shade of displeasure. "Quiet," she commanded.

Su Ningning stood beside her, her striking figure barely concealed by the oversized school uniform, which instead lent her an air of scholarly charm. Her fair complexion was expressionless, yet it was undeniably captivating.

The once boisterous classroom seemed to hit a sudden pause, only to erupt into greater commotion moments later.

"Damn, she's so gorgeous. Is Su Lili's reign as the campus beauty in jeopardy?"

A whistle pierced the air.

Yee Xin struck the lesson plan once more, restoring tranquility to the room. "Hello, everyone. Please welcome the new transfer student, Su Ningning."

Turning to Su Ningning with a gentle tone, she encouraged, "Student Su Ningning, please introduce yourself."

With an emotionless face and icy gaze, Su Ningning simply stated, "Hello, everyone. My name is Su Ningning."

Yee Xin was momentarily at a loss for words.

That was it?

Well, perhaps Su Ningning was just a bit shy.

Scanning the room, Yee Xin's eyes settled on a vacant seat at the back. "Student Su Ningning, there's an empty seat over there. You can sit there for now."

Su Ningning's chilly gaze followed to the back, where indeed, an empty seat awaited by the window. Her would-be deskmate was a tall boy, his uniform carelessly thrown on. He rested his elbows on the desk, chin in hand, his hair dyed in a riot of colors like a rooster's tail feathers. His upturned phoenix eyes held a clear impatience as he watched Su Ningning approach.

Su Ningning's brow furrowed ever so slightly, a sense of foreboding creeping over her.