Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!-Chapter 465: Cannon Fodder Stepsister Doesn’t Want to Die (22)

Chapter 465: Cannon Fodder Stepsister Doesn’t Want to Die (22)

Shen Weizhou’s rapid progress dealt a heavy blow to Tang Song.

They were a pair of buddies who swore they’d coast through life abroad, yet one had begun to improve himself for a woman.

What should he do now?

Has anyone considered his predicament?

"Brother Zhou, I’m really heartbroken to see you like this."

"Yes, it’s still too poor."

"Enough, stop being so humble, you were born in Versailles Palace, give us a chance to survive."

Tang Song realized Shen Weizhou was serious.

"If you really want to follow Jiang Lai’s footsteps, you’ve got a huge room for improvement. Did you see Jiang Lai’s midterm results? If it weren’t for Chinese dragging her down a bit, her achievements in English and Math would probably put her at the top soon."

The best thing for Shen Weizhou is English, but in this school, there’s hardly any gap in English scores, the other two subjects are more crucial.

Shen Weizhou’s transformation worried not only Tang Song but also his parents.

The couple had him in their thirties, and their biggest wish for him was to grow up healthy and take over the company, without any other demands.

Shen Weizhou never disappointed them; he was robust since childhood and never wasted time on studying, a young master known for a lifestyle worthy of a ten-thousand-word media piece, one of the city’s noteworthy playboys.

And such a person, suddenly changed.

He attended classes punctually every day, never skipping, and locked away his expensive racecars and motorcycles, even throwing away the keys himself.

One day, he disappeared at home for a whole day and night. Mr. Shen routinely sent his secretary to find him at the bars, only to be told Shen wasn’t seen there for almost a month. After a household commotion, they found him engrossed in study in a long-unused study room.

Mrs. Shen was worried, contacted a psychologist, and even suggested he take a break for half a year abroad to relax before coming back.

Born into such a family, Shen Weizhou was grateful he didn’t turn into a complete rich jerk, at least thanks to his parents’ harmonious relationship, he never had thoughts of reckless behavior in his youth.

For Jiang Lai, he preserved the most precious thing, which was purity.

Now, what he’s doing is to show Jiang Lai his determination, to let her know that besides him, Shen Weizhou, no one in this world likes her more.

Later, Mr. and Mrs. Shen learned everything from Tang Song’s mouth.

"All for a girl?"

"Yes, you’ve raised a passionate son, making me feel pressured now."

Mrs. Shen couldn’t help but laugh.

"This is good, isn’t it? It’s better than him playing extreme sports every day! Do you have a picture of that girl? Let me see."

Tang Song opened the school’s sports day report and turned to Jiang Lai’s photo, handing it over.

"She’s beautiful, Brother Zhou has good taste."

"Hmm... indeed quite good. Do you know where she lives? What do her parents do?"

Tang Song quickly waved his hand.

"I don’t know about that, Auntie. It’s best not to inquire, you know Brother Zhou’s temperament, he’s quite rebellious."

"Right, right, let’s not worry about those things for now, as long as he finishes high school steadily and calmly."

As for college, there’s nothing to worry about, it doesn’t matter how he scores on exams, Mr. Shen has already donated a building to one of the world’s top universities, Shen Weizhou can directly enroll then.

Knowing Shen Weizhou is already a prospective student at MIT, tears of envy welled up in Tang Song’s eyes.

"Do you know? Your dad donated a billion yuan, bought you a college degree."

Shen Weizhou frowned.

"I have a target university already."

"But the building’s donated already, what a waste. How about this, can I take your place?"

"In your dreams."

After a while, Shen Weizhou added another sentence.

"Keep it, maybe Jiang Lai wants to pursue a postgraduate degree."

"Honestly, I’m so damn envious of Jiang Lai."

Meanwhile, Jiang Lai herself was oblivious to her unexpected admission to Mali University for graduate school, because she was busy switching classrooms.

Having been in Class 3 for less than a month, she was now moving to Class 1.

In just two months, from the arts building to the science-focused Class 3, and then to the science-focused Class 1, the progress was quite remarkable.

Her new deskmate felt upset, expecting to team up with a star student, but didn’t expect her to be this outstanding, leaving almost before she’d warmed her chair.

"I will miss you, really."

Although they hadn’t spent much time together, Jiang Lai had already left a significant mark on her life.

Before leaving, Jiang Lai handed her a book of her compiled math mistakes.

"For me?"

"Yes."

"You’re so good, Jiang Lai!"

Jiang Lai wasn’t usually someone overly kind, but her new deskmate had stood up for her when the girls in class talked ill about her, which warranted a small token of appreciation from Jiang Lai.

Once Jiang Lai left, the boys in Class 3 sighed.

"Beautiful and smart, hey, we’re truly undeserving."

"If you’ve got the skills, get into Class 1, and you’ll be her classmate."

"Hmm, how clever of you to think of such a solution. It’s not that I don’t want to go to Class 1!"

Class 3 was in an uproar, and so was Class 1.

Fu Ming and his team had just returned from abroad, bringing home a significant physics competition gold cup. He seamlessly transitioned back to the midterm exams, unsurprisingly securing the top spot in the grade.

When Jiang Lai entered the class, the big screen at the front was showing a video of Fu Ming’s championship moment.

The class was inspired, buzzing with excitement.

Jiang Lai also stood at the door, watched the entire video, and then walked inside with her backpack. The last row of Class 1 was always bustling, and no one noticed the new face in the class as many gathered around Fu Ming’s desk seeking advice.

Jiang Lai found an empty seat in the last row and sat down, looking towards the crowded spot, the very centre of the class, where Fu Ming was sitting next to Qiao Chuweng.

The narrative depicted numerous instances where the two assisted each other as desk mates, resulting in deepening feelings and steadily choosing each other again.

The mutual affection was quite touching, if only Jiang Lai weren’t an unfortunate scapegoat, she would have gladly blessed such sincere love.

With no time to think more, she organized her belongings and continued with the unfinished paper.

Jiang Ci, having her uniform measured, walked into the class and nearly immediately spotted Jiang Lai sitting in the corner.

She, with lowered head, didn’t stand out, but Jiang Ci noticed her at once, her gaze lingering on Jiang Lai’s familiar posture as she solved problems.