Transmigrated to my Brother’s Eighteenth Year and Kissed His Nemesis - Chapter 1

Su Ning had been sent flying.

She had just received word at school that their family business had gone bankrupt. Her brother had suffered a breakdown, leading to a stroke, and had been rushed to the hospital. In her frantic rush to get there, she had dashed across the road without looking.

When she opened her eyes again, she was standing at the gates of a school.

The old-fashioned iron gates were unfamiliar, as was the name: Haishi Xinghui Middle School.

Su Ning scratched her head with her slender, fair fingers. She had lived in Haishi for eighteen years and had no memory of this school. However, after staring at the sign for a moment, the name didn’t feel entirely foreign.

Before she could wrap her head around why she was here, a commotion nearby caught her attention.

As Su Ning walked toward the noise, she saw a group of people bullying a tall, thin youth.

“A deaf kid dares to cross our Boss?”

“We’ll give you one chance to apologize to Brother Ye, otherwise, you’re going to regret ever being born!”

Hearing the name “Brother Ye,” Su Ning spoke up hesitantly, “Su Nanye?”

Her older brother’s name was Su Nanye, and she suddenly remembered that Xinghui Middle School was his alma mater. He had mentioned it once, noting that the school had later merged with another and changed its name.

This wasn’t the first time she had called her brother by his full name; she had done it often as a child. However, at this moment, she couldn’t tell which one he was. The bullies all had their backs to her.

They were a sea of “Shamate” (smart/punk) styles—distressed skinny jeans and explosive “afro” perms in every shade of red, blue, yellow, and green. At a glance, they looked like a pack of colorful broomsticks that had come to life.

Since classes were currently in session, there shouldn’t have been any other students at the school gate. Suddenly, a sweet, melodic voice reached their ears.

Everyone turned toward the sound.

The girl before them was exquisite. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her skin was so pale it was dazzling. She wore a dress in a style they had never seen before, her straight calves clad in knee-high socks. The afternoon sun hit the top of her head, making the strands of hair ruffled by the breeze look as if they were glowing. She was as beautiful as a living Barbie doll.

The boys’ eyes filled with pure shock and admiration, followed quickly by confusion.

Which school is she from? With looks like that, how have we never heard of her?

“Who are you?”

A voice rang out—much younger, yet still somewhat familiar.

Su Ning’s gaze locked onto the boy who had spoken, and the world seemed to go dark before her eyes.

She never imagined in a million years that out of all the multi-colored “explosions,” the one with the most ridiculous rainbow-gradient hair would be her brother!

Wait… is this really her cold, noble brother? The man known as the “Living Yama” in the Haishi business world?

Seeing that she hadn’t answered, the rainbow-haired youth lazily arched an eyebrow. The reason he only arched one was that his right eye was completely obscured by long bangs. Yes, he was effectively a “one-eyed dragon.”

“Speak up. Who are you?”

Su Nanye thought the girl looked a bit familiar, but he couldn’t place where he had seen her.

Su Ning pursed her lips. She finally understood: she had traveled back to her brother’s high school days. At this point in time, she hadn’t even been born yet. How was she supposed to explain her identity?

Before she could think of an answer, the one-eyed rainbow boy plucked a foxtail weed from the base of a wall and twirled it arrogantly. “You’re here to confess your love to me, right? Just wait a sec. I’ve got official business to handle first.”

Su Ning: “…”

Her vision darkened again. Where did you get that confidence looking like that?!

The others seemed to reach the same conclusion. So, she’s one of Boss’s admirers. Their boss was famous; girls from other schools often sent him love letters and confessions.

“Hang on a bit, beautiful. Wait until Boss finishes teaching Shen Yanli a lesson,” said a chubby boy with a green afro, smiling cheerfully.

Su Ning recognized him instantly. This was her brother’s best friend, Ji Yang. Since her brother had inherited the company, Ji Yang had served as his special assistant—always in a three-piece suit and gold-rimmed glasses, the picture of a business elite.

Su Ning’s mouth twitched. She couldn’t reconcile the chubby green broomstick in front of her with the sophisticated, lean, and seasoned Ji Yang. He also had bangs covering one eye, though his was the left eye. Together with her brother, they could barely make out one full pair of eyes.

Truly “best friends” to the core!

Just an hour ago (in her timeline), it was Ji Yang who had picked her up from school to take her to the hospital. Back then, she had been sitting in the back seat, frantic and lost. She had wanted to ask what was going on—she hadn’t seen a single sign that the company was failing. Her brother still gave her a massive allowance every month. Just last month, he had even bid on a pink diamond worth ten million as her eighteenth birthday gift.

How could they suddenly be bankrupt?

But she hadn’t had the chance to ask. On the way, Ji Yang had been constantly taking calls. Su Ning hadn’t intended to eavesdrop, but before she got out of the car, she heard him say to the person on the other end: “If he hadn’t offended that man named Shen back then, it never would have come to this!”

The hospital parking lot was full, so Ji Yang had to park in a nearby residential area. She got out at the hospital entrance first, and then the accident happened.

Her parents had died shortly after her birth. Her brother, twenty years her senior, had acted as both father and mother to raise her alone, remaining unmarried all those years. For eighteen years, he had done everything in his power to give her all his love, keeping her in a carefree “greenhouse.”

She loved art, so her brother spent a fortune hiring the world’s most famous teachers for her. Painting, violin, singing, dancing as long as she wanted to learn, she received the best instruction. Her brother never spoke of his troubles or his work. Every time they met, he only cared about her thoughts and feelings.

Consequently, the news of the bankruptcy felt like a bolt from the blue. She had no idea who the “man named Shen” was. All she knew was that if her brother hadn’t offended him, he wouldn’t be bankrupt and at death’s door.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Su Ning shifted her gaze to the youth named Shen Yanli.

Could this be the person Ji Yang was talking about?

She had only glanced at him briefly before, but now she realized how cold and beautiful the youth was. He was dressed neatly in a blue-and-white school uniform, with soft black hair falling over his forehead. He stood in stark contrast to the gang of “Shamate” thugs like a sacred flower blooming in a pile of weeds.

However, the “flower-like” youth wore silver hearing aids on his pale ears, which reflected cold glints of light in the sun. The gang stood aggressively before him, their shadows trampling over his thin silhouette. He looked helpless and pitiful.

It must be him, Su Ning thought. His name was Shen, and her brother was bullying him.

Even though Su Nanye was her own brother, she could empathize with Shen Yanli in this moment. He was already part of a vulnerable group, likely sensitive and self-conscious, and yet he was being cornered at the school gate like this.

If this continued over time, even the most good-natured person would be driven to become a villain. Once he found an opportunity in the future, he would surely repay this humiliation a thousand times over.

Shen Yanli also noticed Su Ning. His brow twitched imperceptibly. His first thought was: Which pampered little princess has wandered out of her castle?

When the girl’s clear, translucent eyes met his, his heart inexplicably skipped a beat. But in the next second, he saw the pity in her gaze. Disgust flashed in his cold, phoenix-like eyes, and he looked down.

The thugs turned their attention back to Shen Yanli. A boy with a yellow afro shoved him, asking irritably, “Still not apologizing? Are you deaf AND dumb?”

The thin youth stumbled back a step from the shove. He lifted his pale eyelids, and his phoenix eyes held no warmth—only a chilling gloom that didn’t belong to someone his age. The boy with the yellow afro felt an instinctive shiver run down his spine.

Su Nanye, being “one-eyed,” didn’t notice Shen Yanli’s icy stare. He shoved one hand into his pocket and swung the foxtail weed with the other, acting the part of a thug. “If you bow and say ‘I’m sorry’ three times, I’ll let you go!”

The tall, thin youth had remained silent until now. Finally, he spoke a single sentence: “And if I say no?”

His voice was faint and cold, like crushed ice or freshly melted snow.

Su Nanye was infuriated. He snapped the weed in his hand, balled his hand into a fist, and prepared to strike.

Su Ning didn’t know what the conflict was between these two, and her brother had never mentioned his “Shamate” phase. But regardless of the reason, Su Ning knew she had to stop him from hitting Shen Yanli—for the sake of her brother’s future health and fortune.

Moving like a flash, Su Ning threw herself in front of Shen Yanli.

“Stop!”