Guanlan Mansion.

Zhao Shuang led the way to the dedicated elevator, verified identity, and went straight to the 9th floor.

The 9th floor is the reception room, with a design leaning towards a home setting. Three little girls sat nervously on the sofa, too afraid to speak.

Meanwhile, in another room with one-way mirrored glass.

Shao Shuangshuang watched this scene, feeling amused, as if interrogating elementary school students.

These young girls are part of the special external liaison department of Evergreen Liquid, found across the country’s mountains and rivers, beautiful seedlings with very innocent family backgrounds.

Zhao Shuang said, "The two taller ones are from Shu Province."

"The short one is from Qian Province and her name is Mei Dai."

Even with Shao Shuangshuang’s good disposition, she couldn’t help but chuckle lightly: "Does she often get scolded by her teachers at school?"

Zhao Shuang was puzzled for a second, then a scene of a teacher checking homework popped into her mind.

Mei Dai: ’I am Mei Dai.’

Teacher scolding: ’If you didn’t bring it, it means you didn’t do it!’

Mei Dai: "I am Mei Dai, but I did do it."

Fortunately, Zhao Shuang maintained her professionalism: "Mei Dai’s academic performance is excellent, a rare genius in the true sense, just lost potential."

"Her family is in the Qian Province mountains, they don’t even have a TV. Her mother died two years after giving birth to her. Her father went to Shen City for work and hasn’t returned in seven or eight years. I got someone to check the records, and the last traces show he went to Southeast Asia, probably dead."

"Her grandfather died before she was born, and her grandmother died the year before last. It’s said that a dog named Mengui used to accompany her to school every day, but when we found her, Mengui had passed, too."

"..."

Shao Shuangshuang gazed at Mei Dai through the one-way glass. Mei Dai sat between the two girls, tightly holding their hands, as if comforting them.

She said, "Pretty tragic."

Zhao Shuang: "Yes, her family is really poor, just to attend school she walks seven or eight kilometers of mountain roads one way. It’s 2015 now, and people still fight over water for irrigation."

Shao Shuangshuang commented, "It really is tough."

Zhao Shuang: "She doesn’t seem to feel it’s tough."

Immediately, Zhao Shuang smiled, "But, it won’t be anymore."

Shao Shuangshuang: "Hmm, let’s have them live at Hu Qi Mountain in the future."

Zhao Shuang looked at the little girls, filled with envy, not only because it meant leaving the mountains and escaping poverty but also a personal cultivation from President Shao.

Living at her own house, truly raised as daughters.

Shao Shuangshuang pressed a button, the wall trembled, and the one-way glass moved to the sides, merging the two rooms into one.

She looked at the three girls, inexplicably reminded of her mother who always wanted grandchildren. She said, "Hello, I am Shao Shuangshuang, from now on, I’m your mom."

The two slightly taller girls had bewildered faces, responding aimlessly.

Mei Dai thought for a moment and said, "But, my mom is already dead."

...

Thursday morning, third period, two minutes before class ended, Shan Qingrong and Gu Wei appeared at the door of Class 8.

Teacher Ouyang glanced at the two, quickly wrote the answers on the blackboard, and ended the class.

Shan Qingrong walked to the podium, scanning the six empty seats:

"I have something to announce. Several students left our class, right? Next week, a few students from town high schools will join us, from Wamiao Town, Liuhu Town, Daxi Town..."

Xue Yuantong looked up, wasn’t Wamiao Town her hometown?

However, after finishing elementary school in her hometown, Xue Yuantong came to Iron Middle School in the urban area, while Chuchu attended middle school in her hometown.

Shan Qingrong noticed the response of the outstanding student Xue Yuantong, and kindly said, "Like Wamiao Town, it’s where our classmate Xue Yuantong is from. The students coming this time are all top students from town high schools!"

"Although they’ll have to return home for the college entrance exams, after coming to our class, everyone must work hard, don’t be outdone."

"Great, they are the pride of the towns, we’re saved!" Meng Gui said.

Cui Yu said, "Quick, inform the elder, in this sect’s grand competition, dark horses shall emerge!"

The classmates responded with scattered laughter, except for Gong Jin, who didn’t laugh. The empty seat he had coveted for so long finally had an owner, meaning he’d continue to remain trapped.

Pang Jiao at the front desk was also immersed, immersed in Lu Qiqi’s selfie that required 200% effort in editing:

"Oh, Yanyan, do you think I look better in the photo or in the video?"

Wang Yan Yan’s fish-like eyes turned round: "Of course, you’re best looking in real life!"

Gong Jin resented: ’Don’t you feel any pain when you’re lying so blatantly?’

He looked down on Wang Yan Yan.

Pang Jiao roared softly, but because the class teacher was at the podium, she didn’t dare to raise her voice, although you could almost feel the vibrations in the air.

She turned around clumsily; the desks in front and back each moved slightly, reminiscent of continental drift.

"Gong Jin, which one do you think makes me look better?"

Gong Jin forced a smile, his emotional intelligence high, able to adapt: "Every version of you is beautiful, flawless."

Pang Jiao roared again, quite regretfully: "If only you didn’t have a girlfriend, otherwise I..."

Here, Pang Jiao was infinitely regretful.

Gong Jin’s girlfriend was fictional, as he truly feared being noticed.

He hurriedly said, "Without me, your family would become bones, without you, you’re still a princess and extraordinary!"

Pang Jiao was overjoyed, considering Gong Jin second only to Huang Zhongfei in showing respect for her.

So she promised, "In the future, if you need help, feel free to ask me!"

"That’s perfect," Gong Jin agreed, but inwardly dismissive. Though his family base isn’t in Yuzhou, he has already set up there, and his friend is the deputy secretary’s son. What could he possibly need a high schooler’s help for?