Redeeming that Beautiful, Strong, and Miserable Omega [Transmigrated into a Book] - Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Extra Story (Campus Arc)

Xu Ruozhou, a model student, utterly despised those schoolmates who didn’t study and just wasted their days away.

Normally, she would avoid such people. Yet, in this split-class exam, the top-tier class she was in received a transfer student: the infamous school bully from the neighboring high school, whom everyone feared.

The arrival of the new student caused a stir in the class, and many were quite vocal about their displeasure.

The class president looked indignant, “Why is a bad student like her in the top class? Is it just because her family is rich?”

“Everyone, we must unite and resolutely resist bad students like her coming to our class, as they will affect our study atmosphere!”

“Exactly! Why can she enter the top class without taking an exam? We disagree!”

The crowd was filled with righteous indignation.

In front of the blackboard, the homeroom teacher pushed up his glasses and roared, “Quiet down, all of you!”

The teacher’s words not only failed to stop them but instead made the voices against the transfer student bully grow louder.

Xu Ruozhou had no interest in joining the small group led by the class president to protect the class’s study environment. For her, the most important thing was the upcoming training camp selection exam, the fastest way for her to leave this place.

Xu Ruozhou buried her head in her competition exercise book. As she was writing, for some unknown reason, the noisy classroom suddenly fell silent. Xu Ruozhou lifted her eyelids and saw a girl with yellow-dyed hair walk in.

Wen Yan, the famous school bully of No. 1 High School. Her yellow hair was her trademark. In this key high school, she was the only one who dared to dye her hair this color without being sent home by the school administration.

This was the first time Xu Ruozhou had seen Wen Yan. She was slightly surprised, as this girl, who was her age, did not seem as fierce and aggressive as she had imagined. Instead, she had a sense of ease, a kind of temperament only possessed by someone nourished by wealth and love.

The class quieted down. Something the homeroom teacher had failed to achieve after trying for a long time was accomplished by Wen Yan simply by making an entrance.

The homeroom teacher cleared his throat, covering his awkwardness, “Everyone, we have a new classmate in our class. I hope everyone can get along well in the future.”

“Wen Yan, please introduce yourself.”

The person in front turned around and handed a slip of paper to Xu Ruozhou. Xu Ruozhou opened the paper. It was crumpled and had clearly been passed around by many people.

It contained only a single line.

“When the new student introduces herself, the class president will start the chant. Then everyone shout ‘Get Out!’ together. I refuse to believe she’ll have the nerve to stay in our class. Read and pass it to the next person.”

The note had traveled through more than half the class before reaching Xu Ruozhou. Xu Ruozhou pressed the note down, glanced at the eager class president, and put down her pen with interest. Her russet eyes fixed on the transfer student in front of the blackboard.

She wanted to see how this ‘little yellow hair’ would handle such a situation—would she cry hysterically, or resort to violence? Either way, it would be an interesting diversion from her boring exam preparation life.

The classroom was deadly silent. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the transfer student. The homeroom teacher cleared her throat, tapped Wen Yan’s shoulder, and whispered, “Student Wen Yan, it’s time for your self-introduction.”

Xu Ruozhou’s gaze was on Wen Yan. Wen Yan glanced at the homeroom teacher, swept her dark eyes over the crowd below the podium, and then suddenly sneered, “Heh—”

“You mortals are not worthy to know my name.”

Xu Ruozhou: ……

Homeroom Teacher: ……

Other Students: ……

Having said that, Wen Yan carried her backpack with one hand and walked off the podium with an air of arrogance.

Xu Ruozhou, having failed to witness a spectacle, withdrew her gaze slightly disappointed. It turned out the notorious school bully was merely a chūnibyō (eighth-grader syndrome) kid relying on her family’s wealth.

Her priority was studying. As long as this person didn’t interfere with her studies, she wouldn’t even spare a glance, no matter what commotion she caused.

“Xu Ruozhou, Xu Ruozhou.”

Xu Ruozhou’s back was cautiously poked. She turned around, her eyes cold, “Student Zhang, I’m doing problems. Is there something you need?”

“Uh… actually, it’s nothing much.” Student Zhang spoke hesitantly. Xu Ruozhou continued to bury her head in her work, but she noticed more and more eyes gathering on her.

Sensing these gazes, Xu Ruozhou frowned and slowly looked up. She then realized that a girl with an ear stud, yellow hair, and an arrogant expression was standing in front of her.

“Hey, is your name Xu Ruozhou?”

Xu Ruozhou lifted her eyelids. The reason this person knew her name was likely because she had overheard the conversation between her and Zhang San behind her.

Xu Ruozhou stared at the school bully’s slightly childish yet highly disdainful face and nodded condescendingly. Unexpectedly, after her nod, Wen Yan unceremoniously placed her backpack on the table beside hers.

“How about this, I’ll protect you. From now on, you’re my deskmate.”

“……”

In the office, Xu Ruozhou’s face was grim. The homeroom teacher played the peacemaker, earnestly persuading her, “Xiao Xu, Wen Yan is not a bad child. Your grades are good. Sitting together can help her, right?”

Xu Ruozhou’s tone was stiff, and she refused, “Teacher, I have no obligation to help her. Sitting next to someone who only knows how to sleep and fight all day will severely affect my grades. I might not be able to get a recommendation through the competition and bring glory to the school.”

“This…” A hint of hesitation finally appeared on the homeroom teacher’s face. The results of the competition were linked to her bonus, and Xu Ruozhou’s words hit her sore spot.

The teacher next door cleared his throat. The homeroom teacher weighed the options for a long time and finally pulled Xu Ruozhou out of the office.

She found a secluded spot and said to Xu Ruozhou, “Xiao Xu, the teacher knows your family situation is difficult, and you have to work part-time at the milk tea shop after school to supplement your income. The school really wants to help you, and we’ve already applied for a scholarship for you.”

Xu Ruozhou frowned, “What does this have to do with me not wanting to be Wen Yan’s deskmate?”

“The scholarship you receive comes from the charitable fund established by Wen Yan’s mother.”

The homeroom teacher looked around to ensure no one was eavesdropping, then whispered, “Wen Yan’s mother is the CEO of a real estate company. To get her child placed here, she set up many funds in our school, specifically to assist impoverished students like you.”

Xu Ruozhou was silent for a moment. The homeroom teacher looked at her awkwardly. Xu Ruozhou bit her trembling lower lip, her expression humiliated, “Thank you, Teacher. I understand.”

The homeroom teacher was instantly overjoyed, “Xiao Xu, I knew you were a sensible child. Don’t worry, I will continue to help you keep the matter of receiving the scholarship a secret from your family.”

Xu Ruozhou was absent-minded, “Mhm.”

Returning to the classroom, Xu Ruozhou subconsciously looked at her seat. The yellow head was already asleep. Xu Ruozhou sneered inwardly. The deafening class bell hadn’t even woken her up. Truly the sleep of a dead pig.

Xu Ruozhou suppressed the disgust in her heart and sat down beside the transfer student, but her body was very honest, subtly shifting outward again and again until her arm was just about to go past the edge of the desk before finally stopping.

She must draw a clear line with this type of person, Xu Ruozhou vowed internally.

This class was math. Xu Ruozhou used a pen to draw a dividing line between their two spots, both expressing her attitude and physically separating herself from Wen Yan.

She had heard the rumors about Wen Yan at the other school—mass brawls, collecting protection money, and even forcing a timid girl to transfer just for accidentally stepping on her shoe.

Xu Ruozhou showed a look of disgust. She could already imagine how enraged Wen Yan would be when she woke up and saw this dividing line. People with that kind of temper would throw a fit whenever something didn’t go their way.

Xu Ruozhou was unusually distracted during this math class. Finally, the moment the class bell rang, the person next to her woke up.

Wen Yan yawned and stretched lazily, completely disregarding everyone else. Xu Ruozhou pretended to be doing problems, secretly observing her reaction out of the corner of her eye.

Sure enough, when Wen Yan saw the dividing line on the desk, her expression clearly froze for a moment, but for some reason, her expression returned to normal, looking no different than usual. The only strange thing was that she suddenly left the classroom just as the next class bell was about to ring.

Xu Ruozhou assumed the worst of Wen Yan: perhaps she was planning to cause trouble for her after school.

In that case, this school bully wasn’t completely brainless, no wonder she hadn’t been expelled for so long.

Or, this school bully would retaliate in other ways, finding out about her poverty and the scholarship, and attacking from that angle, Xu Ruozhou thought coldly.

Although the 800 yuan monthly scholarship was important to her, she had saved up some money working at the milk tea shop over the years, enough to live on for a while. At worst, she could study one less hour at night and tutor others.

In short, she absolutely, one hundred percent, had to draw a clear line with this person!

The class bell rang. Xu Ruozhou started class with her mind full of worries. Halfway through the lesson, Wen Yan, who had left after the last class, returned.

Wen Yan didn’t even knock on the door, swaggering in right in front of the teacher, carrying a plastic bag containing many small boxes.

The teacher giving the lecture smiled kindly, continuing the lesson as if Wen Yan wasn’t there.

Xu Ruozhou frowned. She truly didn’t understand how these teachers tolerated it. They were usually so irritable, yet they completely changed when faced with a privileged child, groveling obsequiously.

“Hee hee hee~”

Wen Yan, who had sat down, suddenly hummed a cheerful tune. Xu Ruozhou irritably gripped her pen, unable to concentrate on the text in front of her for a long time, until the scent of cake wafted over from the side.

Xu Ruozhou pretended not to care, secretly glancing out of the corner of her eye. She saw Wen Yan opening box after box of cake, deliberately placing them right on the straight dividing line Xu Ruozhou had drawn.

The freshly baked desserts emitted an enticing aroma.

Xu Ruozhou smiled coldly.

Is this all the school bully is capable of? Just mere desserts?

“Gurgle.”

Wen Yan raised an eyebrow, “Want some?”

D*mn it.

Xu Ruozhou glared at the school bully, her tone icy, “Don’t disturb my studying.”

“Gurgle gurgle—”

Xu Ruozhou’s stomach grumbled several more times, and her cheeks flushed pink.

D*mn that cunning school bully, using this method to embarrass her!

She, Xu Ruozhou, would rather starve to death than eat a single bite of Wen Yan’s food.

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