Chapter 159: Almost Social Suicide

Du Chengwei was a student in Class 6, Grade 10 of Jiangzhou No.1 High School.

He was also a member of the school’s Discipline Committee.

This morning, as usual, he stood at the school gate with several other committee members, checking whether the arriving students were dressed in accordance with school regulations.

Since it wasn’t Monday, the dress code wasn’t strict—anything was fine as long as it wasn’t outlandish.

But some people just loved dressing weirdly.

“Which class are you in?” Du Chengwei stopped a first-year student, pointing at his hair. “School doesn’t allow dyed hair. Didn’t you know that?”

“I didn’t dye it!” the boy insisted.

Just then, a senior from Grade 11 stepped over with a mirror, pointed at the boy’s hair, and said, “See for yourself. Blue-black, right?”

“Even if it’s dyed pure black, it still looks different under sunlight.”

As expected of a Discipline Committee senior—experienced.

Du Chengwei quietly admired him and noted the boy’s name for submission to the committee for further handling.

Later, after recording a few more boys with overly long hair, and once the peak school arrival time had passed, fewer students were entering the school.

The committee members began chatting idly.

They soon drifted onto a recent hot topic.

“You heard about that fight on the playground a few nights ago?”

“Supposedly over a second-year girl.”

“Senior, is that true?”

Hearing the question, Du Chengwei and two other first-years turned to the senior.

He looked around, then nodded slightly.

Immediately, the three underclassmen were intrigued.

“Senior, is the girl pretty?”

“Nice figure?”

“What’s her personality like?”

The senior smirked, anticipating their questions.

“She’s pretty.”

“Great figure—she dances, you know. What do you think?”

“But she’s kind of soft, delicate.”

“Not really my type.”

Du Chengwei understood what the senior meant and nodded instinctively.

He wasn’t fond of overly gentle girls either.

He was already a bit introverted himself; dating someone similar would probably make life boring.

Naturally, the conversation shifted to what kind of girls were ideal for girlfriends.

One mentioned Qin Xue from Class 12.

Du Chengwei had seen her—fair skin, beautiful, definitely attractive.

Another brought up Xu Yang from Class 1.

Asked why?

One word: big.

The boys all exchanged knowing, wordless smiles.

Then, when attention turned to Du Chengwei, he froze.

Fumbling for words, he redirected the question to the senior.

“What type do you like?”

The senior just smiled at Du Chengwei, then looked at the other two.

“I’m actually curious—who do you guys think is the prettiest girl in Grade 10?”

The campus belle?

A flood of images rushed into Du Chengwei’s mind.

Long legs and fair skin, elegant temperament like morning clouds, graceful dance like a startled swan…

But in the end, all were overshadowed by one elusive little enchantress.

The boys exchanged glances, about to speak—

When suddenly, the screech of tires on pavement caught their attention.

They instinctively turned toward the sound.

A girl in a light blue shirt, black jeans, her long black hair tied casually, was seated on a quirky-looking bicycle, pale-faced and panting as if startled by something.

Class 3, Grade 10—Jiang, the little enchantress?

Du Chengwei froze for a second.

Then, instinctively, he stepped forward.

But the senior beat him to it, quickly approaching her.

“Jiang Ning, are you alright? Need help?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”

Jiang Ning rotated her stiff wrists, took two deep breaths.

She had only wanted to ride her family’s Xiaoning No. 3 e-bike to school, show off a little, maybe advertise it.

But she had overestimated herself.

Tried to drift—almost flew off the bike with it.

Fortunately, the bike was small and low, and she could plant her feet on the ground.

With hand and foot brakes, she barely avoided rolling across the pavement.

However—

Her dramatic entrance had drawn a lot of attention to her little red ride.

The more knowledgeable students recognized it as an electric bike.

But not everyone did.

Like Du Chengwei, who walked up and instinctively asked, “Jiang Ning, your bike…”

To his surprise, Jiang Ning—who had just been shaken—suddenly looked up.

Her clear, limpid eyes locked on Du Chengwei, making his heart thump wildly.

“Do you like it?”

“I-I do…”

At that, Jiang Ning smiled sweetly.

Then hopped off and pointed to her ride.

“The Xiaoning No. 3 electric bicycle. 24v battery. Small, but fully charged, it can go 20 kilometers. Top speed: 35 km/h.”

“Way faster than pedaling.”

“And cheap too!”

“Guess how much?”

At this point, Du Chengwei had practically lost control of his mind.

He followed her lead and asked, “H-how much?”

Jiang Ning’s eyes sparkled with amusement.

She glanced at the boys watching her.

“Not 3,800. Not even 2,800.”

“Just 1,800.”

“And the Xiaoning No. 3 electric bike can be yours to ride home in joy.”

“From now on, no more tiring commutes.”

“Even food tastes better!”

———

When Jiang Ning returned to her classroom, her face was still flushed.

Honestly, that ad pitch she delivered at the school gate—

Even though she’d rehearsed it countless times in her head on the way to school—

Actually saying it aloud made her want to crawl into a hole.

Damn.

Almost social suicide.

“Jiang Jiang, you’re glowing today.”

“Yeah, face is so rosy—don’t tell me you’ve got good news?”

Oh boy.

Jiang Ning truly admired Luo Shanshan’s talent for dancing on the edge of disaster.

Raising an eyebrow—

No words needed.

She rolled up her sleeves and lunged.

“Sunflower Pressure Point Strike!”

“Can’t touch me! Hehehe!”

“Come back here if you dare!”

They fooled around for a while.

Just as Jiang Ning was about to grab those ridiculously exaggerated headlights, Boss Yang Mei walked in.

Calmly holding a notebook, she entered the room.

Something’s off.

Jiang Ning, with her sharp instincts, sensed it right away.

She immediately withdrew her hand and patted Luo Shanshan’s round butt.

“Sit down properly.”

“The boss is here.”

“Hmph.” Luo Shanshan wanted to talk back, but after glancing at Boss Yang Mei on the podium, she sensed something was off.

She shrank back and obediently returned to her seat.

At this moment, Boss Yang Mei didn’t say a word.

She just stood there quietly, watching the students in the classroom.

Everyone started to feel uneasy under her gaze.

After a while—

Boss Yang Mei suddenly spoke:

“You all think you’re pretty impressive now, huh?”

“Not seeing any outstanding grades.”

“But every big or small event in the grade seems to have your presence.”

What was she talking about?

Jiang Ning didn’t quite get it.

She turned to look at the know-it-all Sun Qian.

But Sun Qian tilted her head too, signaling that she was clueless as well.

Alright then.

Maybe a relative’s visiting?

Or she’s just randomly mad again?

Just as Jiang Ning was puzzled, Boss Yang Mei suddenly slammed the book in her hand down onto the desk.

With a loud “bang.”

Everyone in the class was startled.

Then came a sentence—

That jolted everyone to attention.

“Last Wednesday!”

“Many students from our class stayed on the field after evening study instead of going home to watch the commotion!”

“What was so entertaining!?”

“Did watching that help you get into Tsinghua or Peking University? Or secure a spot at a top 985 school!?”

Another slap landed on the desk.

Even Jiang Ning couldn’t help but mutter quietly about what had gotten into Boss Yang Mei.

Didn’t the fight not even happen in the end?

However—

What annoyed Jiang Ning even more came next.

After Boss Yang Mei had vented her anger—

Her gaze shot directly at her.

“Jiang Ning, Qi Wen!”

“Come to the office with me!”

(End of chapter)