What a headache, to think that in my lifetime I’d actually have to face a problem like this…
Su Wanli silently lowered her head and rubbed her temples.
Before this, she’d never had the experience of being a bad student. At most, she would just swipe her phone during university lectures or have a snack, so now even if she wanted to act a bit more rebellious, she simply couldn’t come up with anything…
Wait a second, just now it seemed I mentioned some crucial word related to being a bad student…
Swiping… phone!
Right! As the number one delinquent girl on campus who never abided by school rules, in this Noble Academy where everyone had a phone, how could I possibly not have one myself?
But ever since the first day I arrived in this world, I don’t think I’ve ever owned a phone of my own.
Even Meng Huange has a phone that Su Street gave her; I have no reason at all to lack such an essential tool for modern people, right?
[To explain the full story would take quite a while and isn’t particularly important as a Precondition. Are you sure you want to hear it?]
…Forget it, as you said, it would be a huge waste of time, and the authenticity of the events is highly questionable anyway.
Missing the most essential time-killing tool, Su Wanli couldn’t help but yawn, her mind drifting off, quietly glancing at the profile of the ponytail girl sitting nearby.
…Alright, since there’s nothing to do, I might as well rehearse for tonight’s performance. Let’s try to predict what actions Meng Huange will take against me at the Evening Banquet.
As soon as the thought of the Evening Banquet entered her mind, Su Wanli imagined a grand and luxurious hotel, a huge group of men and women in suits and evening dresses taking a glass of sparkling champagne from a large round table, then mingling to the soothing background music, discussing the usual adult topics… by which I mean work and social matters.
Under these circumstances, what kind of Mission would the System assign to me?
[Sorry, Host, your ability to predict the future is currently in the Cool Down Period. Please submit your next application after eleven hours.]
Tch, nobody asked you, and anyway, according to the timing, the Cool Down Period will already be over by then.
Su Wanli gave the white ball in her pocket a cold glance, and began to think things through excitedly.
— Delinquent Girl, Academy, Public Mission.
At an academy banquet, the usual bullying props are nothing more than champagne and evening dress napkins. On top of that, maybe a few more snide remarks.
To be honest, the scenario is probably similar to my first day’s Mission—at a banquet, in front of an important figure, I’d have to say some predetermined lines to Meng Huange, then pour something on her.
It may sound like a cliché, but it’s a plot that’s always popular in novels and TV dramas.
…Well, even if I can choose some creative wording, the approach probably still involves using some lame tricks to embarrass Meng Huange, and then, as expected, getting counterattacked with various methods, so that the bystanders end up siding with her over me…
Fine, let’s start brainstorming lines now. Start with Meng Huange’s usual protective style, then touch on her pitiful and tragic background, and finally use her staying at my house as an excuse to criticize her character.
Su Wanli quietly turned her head, gazing at Meng Huange’s flawless profile.
Unlike her own flamboyant and colorful appearance, Meng Huange concealed her aura more subtly, yet each of her features, even without any apparent makeup, looked even better than before, and her charm had reached a whole new level…
…Wait, no way? Has Meng Huange actually not put on any makeup, and it’s just me thinking she’s gotten more attractive?
Su Wanli blinked in surprise, carefully scrutinizing every detail on Meng Huange’s face.
Sharp nose, smooth and delicate jawline, and those lightly pursed lips.
There’s a sense of change—almost like something’s different, yet not quite.
Sigh, looking at a face like this, I really don’t feel like I have any credibility in accusing her of anything at the banquet. Would anyone actually believe that Meng Huange is a scheming, devious, and untrustworthy lover?
Only an idiot would believe that.
But since the role I’m playing is that kind of idiot, I guess I have no choice. Time to get into character.
Let me think, let’s start with this shameless, demonic vixen…
No, what am I even thinking, I shouldn’t let my thoughts wander off like that! At the very least, my wording needs to stay modern!
Lost in these wild thoughts, the first period Chinese class soon ended.
“Alright, I’m going to post the Grade List for this test on the classroom door,” Xiaohua Teacher said, picking up her textbooks and lesson plans, and then pinning the Grade List to a sparkling clip next to the classroom door.
“Of course, don’t just focus on your scores, everyone. Remember to review and summarize, reflect on your weakest subjects, and make targeted improvements.”
“— Okay.”
Although the class bell had already rung, there was no rush to crowd around the Grade List like Su Wanli had experienced before. Only a few students in the front rows, those who still cared about their grades, walked over to take a look and reacted with exclamations of surprise or disappointment.
Finally, does this mean I can relax from this nerve-wracking state?
Su Wanli gently patted her chest, trying to calm her pounding heart.
After all, it was just a minor test that didn’t really matter. If not for the System’s Mission, she wouldn’t even have bothered to glance at it.
Su Wanli curled her lips coldly, got up from her seat, and pretended to go to the restroom, passing by the Grade List on the way.
She casually looked up, giving the Grade List a careless glance.
There were a total of sixty-two names. To meet Su Jia’s requirement, that would mean ranking thirty-first.
But at the time, they’d said that being in the middle range was enough to attend the Evening Banquet, so maybe forty-first place would qualify?
Su Wanli swallowed nervously and started looking up from the fortieth spot.
Quan, Wu Wangwen, Wen Xianxian.
Huh? You’re here?
No, none of that matters—what matters is, she scanned up to twenty-sixth or twenty-seventh place, and still didn’t see a single “Su” among the names…
Cough, don’t panic, it doesn’t necessarily have to be forty-first. With sixty-two people divided into upper, middle, and lower thirds, the middle group would be twenty-one to forty-two, so even if I slipped to forty-sixth, as long as I shamelessly begged, surely they wouldn’t be so heartless as to refuse.
Alright, let’s check from the fortieth spot down…
Zhang, Liu, Li, Fu…
As she kept going, Su Wanli’s heart grew heavier.
Finally, just after forty-ninth place, she finally spotted her own name.
— Su Wanli, Chinese: 82, Math: 0, English: 72, Comprehensive Ranking: 50.
Math… zero?
Su Wanli’s vision went dark for a moment, and her body involuntarily slumped forward.