After Transmigrating as the "Green Tea" Fake Heiress, I Got My Happy Ending with the Real Heiress - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Ruan Yu was true to her word. After lunch, she returned to the classroom and handed her notebook to Wen Yun.

Looking at the dense analysis, Wen Yun was astonished.

It was too detailed! This clearly wasn’t the quick notes taken during class, but rather specifically organized for her after class!

Wen Yun felt embarrassed. After repeatedly thanking Ruan Yu, she took the scratch paper and settled down to deliberate, feeling that if she still couldn’t understand it, she would be letting down Ruan Yu’s efforts.

…The fact proved that, when it came to math, she truly just couldn’t figure it out.

Even though Ruan Yu had practically broken down the process and spoon-fed it to her, she could understand the thinking process, but as soon as the correct steps were covered, she still couldn’t reproduce them herself.

So, after dinner, Wen Yun, carrying her test papers, notebook, and scratch paper, shamelessly knocked on the guest room door.

Ruan Yu was incredibly patient with her “slow learner.” Seeing that Wen Yun struggled to extrapolate from similar problem types, she found a large number of analogous examples to help Wen Yun achieve a breakthrough in that area.

“Actually, the major problems are easier to score on. The first two sub-questions test the basics, and only the later parts start to differentiate between average and excellent students.”

“You can try to first figure out the intent of the question, and then secure the basic points. This way, your total score won’t be too bad.”

Faced with Ruan Yu’s reminders, Wen Yun said with a bitter face, “I understand the reasoning, but I can’t do the problems!”

“That means you still haven’t practiced enough. Take your time, and don’t rush,” Ruan Yu’s voice was polite, but her hand unceremoniously flipped over a new test paper for her.

Wen Yun increasingly felt that the protagonist she first met was faking her meekness.

She was like a little wolf in sheep’s clothing, accustomed to hiding her true nature completely. Her perfectly obedient facade was all an illusion.

…At least, she had thoroughly realized this through this period of tutoring.

However, Wen Yun thought this was a good thing. She had always worried that the protagonist would still be timid and weak, as described in the early stages of the original novel, not even daring to fight for what she wanted.

The ability to disguise herself and have a little cunning would allow the protagonist to survive relatively safely in a wealthy family.

Time quickly moved to mid-September. After the morning self-study ended on this day, it was math class.

Wen Yun insisted on finding Ruan Yu for math tutoring every night. After half a month, she could finally keep up with the teacher’s thought process, instead of being completely lost for most of the class or mechanically copying the solutions from the blackboard.

After more than half the class passed, the math teacher suddenly said, “Students who still have questions about the concepts we just covered, please raise your hand.”

Wen Yun subconsciously scanned her test paper and scratch paper. After confirming she had no questions, she confidently looked up.

The teacher waited a few more seconds. Seeing no one raise their hand, he wrote two example problems on the whiteboard, looked around the classroom, and said plainly, “Since everyone is fine, I’ll ask two students to come up and solve the problems.”

With that, he walked straight off the podium, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally directed toward Wen Yun’s area.

Sensing his scrutinizing gaze, Wen Yun’s heart immediately rose to her throat. She had never been so nervous, even when facing criticism from her superiors in her past life.

The next second, she saw the teacher stop in front of a girl still slumped over in the first row, gently tapping her desk with his finger. “Luo Qin, please come up and solve the first problem.”

Luo Qin instantly woke up, lifted her head blankly, and her eyes met the marker pen in the teacher’s hand. She had no choice but to take the pen and walk to the podium.

The teacher walked around her, his gaze seemingly still circling the classroom, but he continued to walk toward the back.

There was one more “slot” for answering. Wen Yun’s taut nerves did not relax. She scrambled to read the problem and organize her thoughts. Her pen didn’t stop, marking a shaky string of numbers on the scratch paper, but her mind was actually a complete mess.

As soon as her thoughts scattered, the problem on the blackboard became incomprehensible again…

She was worrying about what to do if the teacher called on her when a familiar voice came from behind: “Teacher, I want to write the second problem.”

“Oh? Someone is volunteering.” The math teacher couldn’t help but tease, then took a step and walked unhesitatingly to the back row of the classroom. “Then the second problem will be solved by Ruan Yu.”

Wen Yun finally dared to turn her head, only to see Ruan Yu calmly set down her pen and stand up. Her dark eyes suddenly lowered and met Wen Yun’s.

Their eyes met, and a sudden warmth spread through Wen Yun’s heart.

…What was going on? Why did she have the delusion that the protagonist was helping her out of a tight spot?

She watched Ruan Yu walk to the podium, seeing the girl pick up the other marker pen, neatly write the character for “Solution,” and then smoothly write line after line. The marker pen tapped steadily on the whiteboard, without any hesitation.

Three minutes later, with a soft tap, Ruan Yu put down the pen, turned, smiled at the teacher, and calmly returned to her seat.

Wen Yun habitually scanned the process and found that the conditions and formulas were used comprehensively, yet the steps were very concise—a truly perfect problem-solving approach in her eyes.

In contrast, Luo Qin had been at the podium for nearly four minutes. Besides the word “Solution” and a colon, she hadn’t written anything else. The hand clutching the chalk trembled slightly, whether from embarrassment or shame.

Luo Qin, who had been sleeping for most of the class, failed to write anything. After being publicly criticized by the teacher, she walked back to her seat, dejected.

But it wasn’t over yet. The teacher began marking Ruan Yu’s work with a red marker, generously placing checkmarks after every step.

While marking, he commented: “Ruan Yu’s thinking process is very clear, and she cleverly used formulas outside the usual exam scope. Her excellent score shows she does extra study, unlike some people who catch up on sleep during class, I wonder what they were doing last night.”

As soon as this comparative statement was made, Wen Yun’s heart sank, and she immediately felt nervous again.

As the saying goes, “no comparison, no harm.” Especially at school, sometimes the “encouraging” words a teacher speaks due to occupational habit can hurt students and plant seeds of resentment.

Math class wasn’t over. She forced herself to calm down and continued to closely follow the teacher’s analysis of the example problems.

Finally, when the bell rang for the class to end, the teacher had barely left when Wen Yun proactively opened the Green Tea Talk template, perking up her gossiping ears, ready to defend Ruan Yu.

“I’m numb, I’m numb. Why is that country bumpkin so high-profile!”

As expected, she soon heard Luo Qin grit her teeth and say to her deskmate, “She’s only been here a few days and is already so pretentious. Putting on a cold, aloof persona. I actually thought she was a good student who just wanted to study, but I never thought she’d be so keen on benefiting herself at others’ expense!”

“Exactly, exactly!” Luo Qin’s deskmate, Zheng Jiafei, quickly echoed. “The Wen family was willing to take her back, and she actually thinks she’s hot stuff! Laughable. The Wen family didn’t even let her change her last name—those who know, know!”

They deliberately didn’t control their volume when speaking. Wen Yun heard them clearly and couldn’t help but frown.

According to the novel’s setting, there were many open and covert conflicts between wealthy families. The children of these families would also form cliques to attack their rivals based on grades, special talents, and knowledge of the other families’ scandals.

Luo Qin’s family and Zheng Jiafei’s family were rivals of the Wen family. Even a well-connected, rarely adversarial “green tea” like the original owner had several run-ins with them at school.

Wen Yun was slightly hesitant now.

The Green Tea Talk template was loaded. If she put on a sneering expression and recited it, she would definitely disgust these two wicked girls.

But she vaguely felt that Ruan Yu didn’t want to stay with the Wen family in the future, and if she really used the template’s confrontational approach, she might end up offending Ruan Yu instead.

Before she could make up her mind, she heard Ruan Yu say with a laugh: “Miss Luo has such a grand attitude. She can’t solve the problem, so she starts making malicious conjectures? Are you a sore loser?”

Wen Yun was shocked and looked up.

The girl was standing near her seat, her back perfectly straight, her hands folded neatly in front of her. Her posture was dignified and compliant.

“Who are you calling a sore loser?” Luo Qin scoffed. “I’m just stating a fact that everyone knows!”

Zheng Jiafei continued to echo, “Exactly! Only an unsophisticated country bumpkin like you would still be daydreaming!”

Ruan Yu blinked. “Well, I truly didn’t know that the standard for an ‘unsophisticated country bumpkin’ is already this high now.”

The moment she said this, the faces of the other students watching the spectacle changed, especially the middle- and lower-tier students who had seen the head teacher accidentally leak Ruan Yu’s entrance exam results and knew they weren’t as good as Ruan Yu.

Following Ruan Yu’s line of reasoning, Luo Qin and Zheng Jiafei were subtly implying that they were inferior to an “unsophisticated country bumpkin” transfer student.

Luo Qin was too enraged to miss Ruan Yu’s meaning, but she still forced herself to continue: “Ha! Using your entrance exam scores as a standard, you country bumpkin really know how to flatter yourself!”

“That’s right! After all, as a country bumpkin who spent ten years in a rural school with nothing but studying in her head, all she has left are her grades to show off!” Zheng Jiafei added.

“Wow, calling her a ‘country bumpkin’ with every breath. Is this the quality of the Misses of the Luo and Zheng families?” Wen Yun’s temper flared, and she couldn’t help but jump into the argument. “And ‘those who know, know’—have you been living at my house listening at the walls? Oh, sorry, I forgot. You only have these so-called ‘family secrets’ to trot out and fool people with, because you can’t even solve a simple math example problem. I don’t think you should even bother with the exams. Why don’t you team up and form a professional paparazzi squad that listens at walls? You’re guaranteed to make a fortune!”

They probably hadn’t expected her to retaliate so unreservedly and sarcastically. For a moment, Luo Qin and Zheng Jiafei were completely stunned, and the surrounding students were also taken aback.

Wen Yun felt a momentary satisfaction from her outburst, but immediately started feeling fearful.

She had just insulted herself, a math failure, in the process. What if those two were so enraged they asked her to solve a math problem on the spot? What would she do?

Just then, she heard the tap-tap of high heels approaching from a distance.

The head teacher walked quickly into the classroom, holding a file.

As she stopped at the podium, she looked at them confusedly.

The next second, she spoke, preoccupied: “Listen to the announcement. This afternoon at 2:30 PM, everyone is to go to the auditorium for the in-person confirmation of elective subjects. Last week I told you to bring your ID card to school. Do you all have it with you now? If you didn’t bring it, you can make up the confirmation tomorrow. Did everyone get that?”

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