At the same time,
First Grade, Class Two.
After everyone finished lunch, they returned to the classroom, chatting about their own topics or lying on their desks to sleep.
The noisy sounds, the clamorous noises, were incessant.
However, the next second, the entire class suddenly fell silent.
All eyes were focused on a figure at the door.
Some swallowed their saliva, others widened their eyes, and some rubbed their eyes, as if afraid of seeing wrongly.
A girl in a school uniform stood at the classroom door, her face cold, her demeanor elegant, exuding a strong icy aura. Even some timid girls dared not look her in the eyes and lowered their heads.
In an instant, it seemed as if the entire classroom had lost its color.
The girl at the door was walking into the classroom, her steps light but exceptionally clear.
At this moment, everyone became solemn and respectful, not daring to breathe heavily.
This atmosphere lasted for a while, and suddenly, the class monitor, biting the bullet, stood up from the front row. She looked nervously at the girl, her fists clenched, her palms sweaty.
"Ji... Senior, hello!"
The monitor stammered, "Is there something you need?"
Ji Qingyi's gaze fell on the monitor, cold and filled with scrutiny.
"Ji... Senior, do you... not recognize me anymore?"
The monitor's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Ji Qingyi did not answer her question but instead turned her head to scan the classroom, then looked back at the monitor.
Seeing Ji Qingyi's gaze, the monitor's head drooped lower, almost burying itself in her chest.
"Su Cheng."
Ji Qingyi spoke, her tone flat, without a ripple.
"He... hasn't... come back yet."
The monitor cautiously lifted her head to glance at Ji Qingyi, then lowered it again, whispering.
"His seat."
Ji Qingyi spoke again.
"Oh, oh, that's his seat."
Hearing Ji Qingyi's words, the monitor immediately pointed to an empty desk beside her.
Then, Ji Qingyi walked over to the seat and sat down.
The monitor glanced at Ji Qingyi's back and then let out a sigh of relief.
After sitting down, Ji Qingyi began to flip through the folder in her hand. Seeing this, the monitor quickly sat back in her seat, even more upright and disciplined than during class.
Not just her, but everyone in the class was now sitting straight, feeling like they were on pins and needles.
Ji Qingyi sat in her seat, flipping through the pages of the folder in her hand, her gaze calm and unwavering, her face showing no joy or anger.
At this moment, someone in the class finally couldn't bear this oppressive atmosphere. A boy sitting near the door quietly left his seat and ran out of the classroom.
But just as he stepped out, he collided with a tall figure and hurriedly looked up, only to find a Disciplinary Committee Member. He quickly bowed his head and apologized, "I'm sorry, senior."
"It's fine, is Su Cheng in this class?"
Hoshino Yikui glanced into the classroom and noticed the eerie silence, feeling something was off.
Is the discipline in the first grade really this strict?
It's lunch break, yet not a single person is talking, and there's not a sound. Everyone is sitting straight, as if class had already started.
"Yes."
The boy nodded in response.
"Where is Su Cheng's seat?"
Hoshino Yikui looked around the classroom and saw everyone in their seats, so he directly asked.
"Fourth row, second to last!"
The boy replied without hesitation.
"Fourth row?"
Hearing the boy's words, Hoshino Yikui looked over and smirked disdainfully.
Everyone else is sitting straight, but Su Cheng is sitting there with his head down, looking unruly. It seems he needs a lesson from me, the righteous Disciplinary Committee Member.
Today is his duty day, so he decided to keep an eye on Su Cheng all day.
He'll wait for him to break the rules.
Violating school rules is a serious offense, even he wouldn't dare to break them.
So he could only give Su Cheng a little lesson by following the normal inspection procedures.
Thinking this, Hoshino Yikui strode into the classroom with anger, about to stop at the second to last seat. The students in the classroom noticed him and, seeing a Disciplinary Committee Member, they all showed strange expressions.
"You..."
As Hoshino Yikui approached, he realized it was a female's back and hesitated, swallowing the words he was about to say.
At this moment, Ji Qingyi slowly turned her head to look at him, her eyes like looking at a dead person.
Recognizing her face, Hoshino Yikui froze, his expression stiff, his mouth agape, unable to speak.
Just that one glance made Hoshino Yikui feel all his nightmares from childhood were awakened, the memories flooding back.
"Senior Ji, I'm on patrol, didn't expect to see you here!"
He suddenly snapped back to reality and bowed, trying to remain composed.
"I see."
Ji Qingyi said four words.
With those four words, she lowered her head again to read the documents, as if she hadn't even glanced at Hoshino Yikui, as if nothing had happened.
"Alright, you carry on."
Hearing Ji Qingyi's voice, Hoshino Yikui let out a sigh of relief and quickly turned to leave without looking back.
Once outside the classroom, his heart was still pounding, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.
No wonder it was so quiet...
And why is she sitting in Su Cheng's seat?
Could it be that they know each other!?
Realizing this, he found himself drenched in sweat, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead before turning to leave towards the stairs.
"Looks like I can't get revenge for my sister..."
Don't blame him for being so afraid, because the consequences of offending Ji Qingyi are worse than death.
Ji Qingyi's family's group revenue accounts for about 40% of Flame Country's GDP, almost controlling half of the economy, and basically controlling all industries. It's not an exaggeration to call it the heart of the country.
If they make a slight move, Flame Country could experience an earthquake.
He clearly remembers that in the first grade, Ji Qingyi hid her identity at school.
She even didn't use the surname Ji, but Liu.
There was a female classmate who didn't like Ji Qingyi's behavior at school and bullied her, using all kinds of foul language against her.
This incident reached Ji Qingyi's family, and as a beloved daughter, her family immediately took action, using thunderous means.
Before the girl's family could react, their entire family business began to crumble, and her direct relatives were all imprisoned.
But only the girl was left unscathed, with no school willing to accept her, no company willing to hire her, not even part-time jobs. She could only set up a stall on the street, selling things to make a living.
From a noble family to a forever fallen commoner, such a gap is unbearable, let alone the guilt of causing the downfall of her entire family. It would be better to kill her outright.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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