"You've gotten even thinner, child. Did you not eat properly during summer break?"
Lin Dongmei spoke while pulling fifty yuan and two brand-new pens from her pocket, then forcefully pressed them into Ye Ruoxi's hands.
"Take it! This is from me—a thank-you!"
"You're a role model for our Xiao Yang."
"High school textbooks and materials are expensive—don’t deprive yourself."
"And these pens—our Xiao Yang saw you using one last time and loved it. I bought extras, so here are two for you. Consider it borrowing some of your top-scorer’s luck!"
Ye Ruoxi wanted to refuse.
But Lin Dongmei was stronger, and far more insistent.
"If you don’t take it, you’re looking down on me!"
Ye Ruoxi’s fingers curled around the money and the two pristine pens.
Something inside her chest burned faintly.
"Thank you, Auntie," she murmured.
"What’s there to thank? We’ll be counting on you to guide Xiao Yang at school."
"That boy’s not as quick as you—just knows how to grind through things the hard way."
Lin Dongmei patted her son’s back.
Su Yang flushed, scratching his head with an awkward chuckle.
He looked at Ye Ruoxi, wanting to say something, the way he used to in middle school.
But the words dissolved before they left his lips.
The girl before him seemed unchanged from her junior high days.
And yet, everything about her felt different.
She was taller, thinner.
Her chin sharper, her lips pale.
But her eyes—amid the noisy crowd—were like two quiet black stars, impossible to meet directly.
Looking at her, he felt an inexplicable ache, and something else, something warm…
---
The fifty yuan and the two pens didn’t stay with Ye Ruoxi for long.
Zhang Cuilan found them the moment she got home.
"Well, well, Ye Ruoxi. Young as you are, you’re already cozying up to boys for money?"
Zhang Cuilan pinched the bill between her fingers, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Was it Su Yang? Or some other stray mutt?"
Ye Ruoxi didn’t bother explaining.
She just wanted the pens back.
Lin Dongmei had bought them specifically for her.
Zhang Cuilan saw right through her.
With a sharp snap, she broke both pens in half right in front of Ye Ruoxi.
Then tossed them into the trash.
"Let me make this clear. I raised you. Every single hair on your body belongs to me."
"You want money? Earn it with your labor!"
Ye Ruoxi stared at the shattered pens in the bin. Her heart turned colder.
But she said nothing.
---
High school was more demanding than junior high.
By day, Ye Ruoxi was a sponge at school, absorbing knowledge voraciously.
By night, she became an emotionless machine, working tirelessly at home.
Zhang Cuilan had grown lazier with her spicy noodle stall.
Instead, she’d taken on piecework from relatives—trimming loose threads for a local garment factory.
Piles of clothes, reeking of chemical dyes, cluttered their tiny living room.
Every day after school, Ye Ruoxi sat before that mountain of fabric.
Snip. Snip. For two or three hours.
Until her vision blurred and her fingers stiffened.
Her reward? Just enough money from Zhang Cuilan for the next day’s meal.
High school life was tense.
Ye Ruoxi grew even quieter than before.
She sat perpetually in the classroom’s corner.
An isolated island.
Her lunch was always a cold steamed bun.
And a bowl of cafeteria soup, nearly devoid of vegetables.
Around her, classmates buzzed about celebrities, video games, and fledgling romances.
Those belonged to another world.
One that had nothing to do with her.
---
The first monthly exam results sent shockwaves through the grade.
Ye Ruoxi was first again.
And her scores? Nearly perfect in every subject.
Su Yang remained second.
Staring at the names on the rankings, separated by an uncrossable gap, he felt something new: helplessness.
He couldn’t catch up to her.
No matter how hard he tried.
She didn’t belong here.
She belonged somewhere far beyond.
Their homeroom teacher, a young woman fresh out of college, admired Ye Ruoxi’s brilliance but noticed her isolation.
She wanted to help her integrate.
"Study groups!" the teacher announced. "Top students will assist those struggling."
Her first pick was Ye Ruoxi.
"Ye Ruoxi, as our class’s top scorer, you’ll lead Group One. Alright?"
Every eye turned to that corner.
Ye Ruoxi stood.
"Teacher, I decline."
Her voice was soft but firm.
"I don’t have the time."
Then she sat back down.
The classroom fell dead silent.
Then came the whispers.
"Who does she think she is? Just because she scores well?"
"So arrogant."
"What a freak."
The teacher’s face flushed with embarrassment.
Su Yang watched Ye Ruoxi’s rigid posture, his chest tight.
He knew it wasn’t arrogance.
She simply had no energy left—for anything beyond surviving.
---
The ostracism grew sharper after that.
At lunch, girls would stroll past her table, voices loud.
"Look, the genius is eating her sad little bun again."
"Fairies like her survive on dew, don’t they?"
Ye Ruoxi never reacted.
She just lowered her head further.
Eat faster. Finish this bun.
Then solve two more problems.
If she could just escape this place, it would all end.
---
Then came the 800-meter run in gym class.
For most girls, it was a nightmare.
For Ye Ruoxi, it was torture.
Years of malnutrition and exhaustion left her weaker than most.
She gritted her teeth and ran.
Crossing the finish line, her vision blackened. She nearly collapsed.
Staggering back to the classroom, she slumped at her desk, too drained to move.
Sweat soaked through her uniform.
She just needed to sleep.
Just for a moment.
Around her, classmates chattered and laughed.
But she fell into a heavy, dreamless slumber.
Su Yang sat nearby, watching.
Her thin shoulders, trembling faintly.
The pallor of her face, drained of color.
He thought of everything she’d endured these past two years.
The cruel taunts.
The solitary figure at the cafeteria’s free soup station.
His mother’s words:
"Son, Ruoxi’s a good kid. A kid who’s had it hard. Look out for her at school."
Something swelled in his chest—anger, sorrow.
And another feeling, one he couldn’t name.
The urge to shield her.
Suddenly, he understood.
What he felt for Ye Ruoxi wasn’t just neighborly concern.
Wasn’t just classmate camaraderie.
It was something deeper.
A deeper, more intense emotion seemed to take root and grow within his heart.
He noticed how thin her school uniform was.
The window was open, and the autumn wind drifted in, carrying a faint chill.
He hesitated for a long time.
His fingers clenched, then loosened.
Finally, he stood up.
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e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
