[Quick Transmigration] I Cried After Scumming the Little Puppy - Chapter 4

Fang Yu didn’t feel a shred of guilt. She remained completely unfazed by the skeptical gazes darting toward her from every corner of the room.

It was true that the original owner viewed studying as a terrifying beast, but she was a different story entirely.

Fang Yu’s greatest hobby was spending money, but her second favorite pastime was learning. She thrived on the thrill of conquering difficult problems; the dopamine hit she got from solving a complex equation was no less than the rush of buying out an entire street’s worth of new designer bags and clothes.

In her original world, she had clawed her way into the prestigious Jinhua University as a graduate student. She was the pride of the Fang family—the kind of daughter other socialites praised incessantly.

Li Ruoruo, however, was convinced Fang Yu was simply making a fool of her. Her teeth ground together with an audible click, and she chose to simply ignore her.

“Giving me the silent treatment, are we?”

Fang Yu rolled up her sleeves and scanned the classroom. Everyone she looked at immediately lowered their heads, terrified of catching her eye and becoming her next target.

“Who’s the class academic rep?” Fang Yu asked.

A tiny, timid voice piped up: “That, that would be me.”

Fang Yu scratched her ear and walked toward the source. A girl wearing round-rimmed glasses raised her hand, her expression flickering with hesitation. “What was assigned for homework yesterday?”

“Oh, it’s all in here. Look.” The girl pulled a notebook from her desk drawer where she tracked the assignments.

Fang Yu flipped through it casually until her gaze landed on April 27th:

History Foundation Training: Unit 8, pages 31-32.

Mathematics: 7 “Migang” practice papers.

English: 6 practice papers.

The sheer volume was enough to make one’s head throb. Fang Yu finally understood why no one believed her; as expected of the Honors class, the workload was more than triple that of her own class.

But she wasn’t scared. Finishing this wouldn’t cost her a single hair on her head.

“Thank you.” Fang Yu flashed the girl a smile that looked deceptively harmless. The girl’s legs went weak as she watched Fang Yu walk back to Li Ruoruo’s desk.

The entire school knew Fang Yu was into girls and that she was a habitual flirt. The academic rep had once sworn to her friends she’d never fall for Fang Yu’s charms, so why was her heart racing like this?

Regardless of whether Li Ruoruo agreed or not, Fang Yu roughly pulled out the textbooks listed in the notebook. “Don’t leave after school. Wait for me so we can go home together.”

Li Ruoruo bit her lip, offering neither consent nor a refusal.

Suddenly, a “paw” unceremoniously patted her head. Then, Li Ruoruo felt something soft and warm brush against her forehead.

It was a familiar scent and warmth—one she had experienced countless times before. She had thought that after she walked in on Fang Yu with that other person, she would never get to experience this kind of tenderness again.

“Is that our Sister Yu?”

Duan Ming rubbed his eyes, seeking confirmation from his best friend. It was one thing for Fang Yu to wear the school uniform, but now she was not only paying attention in class but was actually hunched over her desk doing homework?

When had Fang Yu ever cared about something as trivial as grades?

“I can hardly believe it myself, but that’s definitely her,” Qin Zi’ang replied, his jaw practically on the floor.

Duan Ming couldn’t suppress his curiosity and leaned in closer. “Sister Yu, are you in a bad mood?”

He stole a glance at the papers Fang Yu had set aside. The answer sections were filled with dense, neat handwriting! In an instant, his world-view crumbled and reconstructed itself several times over. He couldn’t tell if she was just making things up or actually getting the answers right; he just knew she seemed like a different person.

Fang Yu’s pen moved like the wind, the ink flying across the page. She could solve these problems with a single glance.

She found Duan Ming’s question strange. “I’m in a great mood!”

“No, that’s not right. You must be using these problems to numb yourself.” The more Duan Ming thought about it, the more his “analysis” made sense. He felt he had to help his boss through this crisis. “Stop doing the work, it’s bad for the pen! Come play a game with me. The new PUBG is out, it’s really fun!”

Fang Yu curled her lip, unimpressed. She hated games that required too much strategy; she only liked games where she could pay-to-win or dress up her avatar. Who would have thought the billionaire heiress and scholar had such a girlish heart?

Duan Ming’s temptation was doomed to fail.

As he slumped back into his seat, Qin Zi’ang patted his shoulder. “Forget trying to get her attention. Just play with me, I won’t reject you.”

Duan Ming let out a theatrical whimper and dove into his friend’s metaphorical embrace to start a match.

That entire day, Fang Yu stayed in her seat and behaved, shocking the teachers who had long since given up on the remedial class. The homeroom teacher was so delighted that he even canceled the mandatory extracurricular physical training, letting them leave thirty minutes early.

These “activity classes” were designed for “well-rounded development,” usually involving running laps, jump rope, or sports after the final bell. The Honors class usually skipped these to study, so only the remedial teachers pushed for them—if they couldn’t beat the smart kids in academics, they at least wanted to win in sports.

Fang Yu didn’t carry a backpack. She grabbed the homework she had finished and sprinted toward the Moral Education Building. She knew the teachers wouldn’t dare stop her anyway.

She wasn’t sure if Li Ruoruo would actually wait for her. In the original owner’s memory, she had never proactively gone to Li Ruoruo’s class; it was always the other way around. Most of the time, Fang Yu would walk off with her “cool” friends, leaving Li Ruoruo standing alone. She had never even bothered to memorize Li Ruoruo’s schedule.

With a final “Class dismissed” from the teacher, a few short cheers erupted in the Honors class, only to be quickly stifled. They couldn’t be as rowdy as the “bad” kids.

Li Ruoruo packed her bag mechanically, her eyes unfocused.

A hand waved in front of her face. “What’s with the long face? Your partner is coming to pick you up, shouldn’t you be happy?”

The speaker was Han Zhishuang, her closest confidante and the one who had helped her strategize how to pursue Fang Yu in the beginning.

“Actually, she and I.” Li Ruoruo began with a pained expression, but before she could finish, Han Zhishuang jumped up excitedly. “Ruoruo, Fang Yu is here!”

In a moment of pure panic, Li Ruoruo dove under her desk, trying to vanish. She grabbed the hem of Han Zhishuang’s shirt. “Shuang-shuang, hide me!”

“Huh?” Han Zhishuang was baffled.

Before she could process it, Fang Yu had already walked into the room. She frowned when she didn’t see Li Ruoruo. Ran away again? Is this girl a gecko or something?

Seeing Han Zhishuang standing there stiff as a board, Fang Yu found it interesting. She vaguely remembered that the person sitting next to Li Ruoruo this morning wasn’t this girl.

Fang Yu walked over. “Classmate, do you know where Li Ruoruo went?”

Han Zhishuang was incredibly nervous. She was a terrible liar, and her eyes blinked rapidly. “I-I don’t know. She left already, I think? Maybe try catching her at the school gate?”

Fang Yu naturally caught the tremor in her voice. Ever since she walked over, the girl hadn’t moved an inch, as if she were deliberately blocking something.

“Oh.” Fang Yu feigned belief and turned to walk away.

Han Zhishuang had just started to relax when Fang Yu pulled a “U-turn” that caught her completely off guard. Li Ruoruo hadn’t realized half of her backpack was sticking out from under the desk; she thought she was perfectly hidden.

Fang Yu suppressed a laugh. “Li Ruoruo, I see you.”

The little ball under the desk didn’t react, assuming Fang Yu was just bluffing.

Fang Yu reached out a long arm, grabbed the strap of the backpack, and hauled Li Ruoruo out like a little chick.

“Why are you hiding from me, hmm?”