Chapter 208: This Little Rich Girl Is Hilarious

“Seeking and searching, cold and desolate, bleak and miserable…”

“Little Yezi, do you know the next line?”

“Nope!”

“Do you know the basic properties of inequalities?”

“Nope!!”

“Do you know what Coulomb’s Law describes?”

“Nope!!! You’re so annoying!!!”

Looks like this little firecracker is about to blow again.

Miss Jiang curled her lips into a sly smile.

“Then do you know what Tao Tao likes the most?”

Just one sentence—

And the bristling cat fur instantly smoothed out.

She went quiet for a moment, her cold eyes glancing sideways at Jiang Ning.

“Don’t tell me… basketball?”

“Bingo!”

But before Ye Na could flare up again, Miss Jiang chuckled and added:

“Then do you know why he likes basketball?”

Ye Na blinked, clearly caught off guard.

She was thinking.

Seeing this, Miss Jiang leaned in a little closer, her breath sweet as orchids.

“Because it’s round.”

???

Ye Na’s expression froze completely.

But only for a second or two.

Then her fair cheeks flushed two shades redder—whether from embarrassment or fury, it was hard to tell.

“Jiang Ning!!!”

She lunged forward, ready to throw hands.

But Jiang Ning leaned back just in time.

“Hey, hey, hey, remember the Three-Point Agreement?”

“Want to bark like a dog again?”

At that, Ye Na’s face stiffened.

She sat back down, taking deep breaths.

Then, without a word, she stood up from her seat.

Completely ignoring the fact that class was still in session, she stormed out of the room.

Ma Hongwei, who was copying down problems, paused in surprise.

He glanced at his deskmate, Miss Jiang.

“Jiang Ning, what’s up with Ye Na?”

“Oh, stomachache. Bathroom.”

Hearing that, Ma Hongwei just nodded and went back to copying.

Up front, Qi Wen turned around with a helpless look at Jiang Ning.

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

To be precise, it happened almost every few hours.

Ye Na would get pissed off by Jiang Ning and storm out.

Then she’d come back, throw out some harsh words, and continue being desk buddies.

As for the so-called Three-Point Agreement Jiang Ning mentioned, Qi Wen only had a vague idea—probably something like no hitting, no cursing, and if you break the rules, there are consequences.

Qi Wen had no clue how Jiang Ning and Ye Na had ended up in this bizarre relationship.

All she could do was hope nothing too weird came out of it.

But that was just Little Qi’s wishful thinking.

Miss Jiang, on the other hand, found it all quite entertaining.

At first, she just wanted to test this Little Rich Girl’s limits.

But after a few days of interaction, she discovered that the girl had a surprisingly strong sense of principle.

To put it simply—

Her word was her bond.

Once she said something, she stuck to it.

Even when she was about to lose it, she’d find a way to restrain herself.

Like now.

If Miss Jiang guessed right, Ye Na had either gone to the bathroom or was off picking a fight at the snack shop.

Tsk tsk.

What an amusing Little Rich Girl.

Seeing that the girl wouldn’t be back anytime soon, and the math problems on the board were way too easy, Miss Jiang started looking around out of boredom.

Qi Wen’s outfit today was a bit sheer—you could even see the color of her bra straps.

Hmm.

She’d have to tell her not to wear that again…

As for Xiao Mai’s outfit…

Ugh.

Way too dark.

In this sweltering heat, she had black hair, black shirt, black pants.

Even her shoelaces were black.

Might be worth checking her closet sometime—see if even her underwear is black.

Speaking of underwear…

Miss Jiang had heard that a girl’s bra had been blown off the third floor and landed downstairs.

By the time she retrieved it after evening study, it was already filled with white glue.

Ahem, ahem.

When Qi Wen heard about it, she’d asked Jiang Ning in all seriousness who the pervert was who’d squirt glue into someone’s bra.

Miss Jiang didn’t know about the glue part.

But she did know—

Whoever did it was definitely a freak.

—

At noon, after lunch.

Under the phoenix tree by the sports field.

The Sister Group gathered once again.

To celebrate, Jiang Ning had even bought a pile of snacks.

Each girl held a bottle of yogurt drink in one hand, and in the other, some spicy sticks or dried figs.

At the same time, they watched the freshmen on the field going through military training like it was a live show.

“Wenwen, I heard you’re Class Monitor again?”

“Yeah! So weird. Our class already has three Class Monitors. I don’t get why Old Guo picked me as the acting one.” Qi Wen munched on a spicy stick as she spoke.

The bright red oil stained her lips, making them shine.

“Probably because you’re the prettiest,” Luo Shanshan said enviously, eyeing Qi Wen.

“If I had your figure…”

“I’d have no trouble finding a handsome boyfriend.”

“Sigh…”

“You still can, you know,” Qi Wen replied sweetly.

But before Luo Shanshan could say anything, Miss Jiang, leaning against the tree, suddenly chimed in.

“A handsome young man might be a bit unrealistic.”

“But a handsome son? That’s probably doable.”

With that, Miss Jiang spun on her heel and bolted.

It was like a reflex.

But after she’d run several meters, she glanced back—only to find that Luo Shanshan, surprisingly, wasn’t chasing her.

That made Jiang Ning suspicious.

She tiptoed back.

“Shan—”

Before she could finish the word, Luo Shanshan suddenly lunged like a spring uncoiled, grabbing Miss Jiang before she had time to react.

And then—

The merciless torment began.

Moments later.

Miss Jiang lay limp against the roots of a tree, utterly drained.

She pointed at Luo Shanshan with a face full of righteous fury.

“Did you take extra lessons over summer break or something?!”

“You’re even using strategy now!”

At that moment—

Zhu Hui, who hadn’t said a word this whole time, twirled the pencil in her hand.

“Jiang Jiang~”

“Have you ever heard of a certain animal?”

Hmm?

That one sentence instantly drew the attention of the girls nearby.

Then—

Zhu Hui smiled and held up her sketchbook to the Sister Group.

“They say there’s an animal in the Northeast.”

“If you chase it, it runs.”

“But if you stand still, it’ll come right up to you on its own…”

A vivid metaphor.

An even more vivid description.

And the pitiful cries for mercy that followed—

In no time, the commotion under the Phoenix Tree drew the attention of many students.

Including some of the new first-years.

“The upperclasswomen at our school are seriously pretty. I wonder what her name is.”

“You didn’t check the school’s honor board? That’s Jiang Ning from Class 3, Grade 11.”

“What?! She’s Jiang the Enchantress?!”

One freshman stared in shock, but then a strange sense of inevitability settled over him.

“No wonder… No wonder at all…”

And just like that, similar whispers began to spread among the first-years.

At first, their impression of the mysterious Jiang on the honor board had been vague at best.

But after seeing her in person—

The phrase “living up to the name” bloomed in everyone’s mind.

Yet—

Whether she was used to being talked about or simply didn’t care anymore, Miss Jiang remained completely unfazed under all those curious stares. She continued to gleefully torment little Zhu Hui.

And when she got particularly excited, she even gave Zhu Hui a playful smack on the butt.

After another round of lively horsing around—

Qi Wen suddenly remembered something and turned to Luo Shanshan.

“Shanshan, what’s the deal with that dance thing from last time?”

“I can’t pull it off…” Luo Shanshan muttered, glancing gloomily at her own rather… impressive figure. She frowned. “This thing seriously messes with my coordination.”

“You’re just blaming the bed for your insomnia,” Sun Qian quipped, still holding onto her habit from last semester of never missing a chance to roast someone.

Luo Shanshan was so furious she pointed at Sun Qian and threatened to execute her on the spot.

But the deeper her voice got, the more amused Sun Qian became.

“I don’t think you should dance at all.”

“You should try singing instead.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, with a chest like that—”

“Is there any genre you couldn’t sing?”

The comment was offhand, but Miss Jiang’s eyes suddenly lit up.

“That’s right!”

“Shanshan, singing is an art form too!”

“And it’s not like your dad ever said you had to dance specifically!”

Her words got Qi Wen chiming in as well:

“Exactly, Shanshan.”

“Dancing takes a ton of foundational training.”

“You haven’t practiced anything, so it’s really easy to get hurt.”

“It’s just not worth the risk.”

“You’d be better off learning vocal music.”

“At the very least, it’s way easier to get started than dance.”

(End of Chapter)