At Xijiang City Airport, a girl emerged from the terminal, her face completely hidden behind sunglasses and a mask, dragging a suitcase.

A luxury sedan waited outside. She slipped inside, peeled off her sunglasses and mask, revealing breathtaking beauty.

"Ugh, seriously? Every time I go out, I have to dress like this. My looks are perfect—what a waste!"

This girl was none other than Ning Caiwei, the rising idol who shot to fame through a survival show. At just sixteen, she was already nationally recognized.

"You’re at least a somewhat popular idol now. Act like it," said the woman in the car—Ning Caiwei’s mother.

"Yes, Mom. But why call me back? I’ve got ads and concerts lined up out of town."

"Cancel them all."

"But those would boost my fame so much..."

"Daughter, be realistic. You’re young. Instead of chasing quick gains, focus on leveling up your skills. Yes, you’re famous now—but you’re just a viral idol from a show. If you don’t improve, your talent will never catch up to your fame. And when that happens, you’ll be phased out."

"I get it, Mom. But how do I improve?"

"Your talent can wait. What you lack is elegant, noble grace. So I’ve found your perfect training ground." She handed Ning Caiwei a transfer notice.

"Sakura International School? That elite academy? What’s the point?"

"Don’t underestimate Cherry Blossom Academy. Without our relatives there, you’d never get in with your grades."

"Seriously? I’ve always ranked top in my old class, even with idol work."

"Cherry Blossom’s students are exceptional. And I’m not just sending you for textbooks. Many come from noble families. As they say, *birds of a feather flock together*. Spending time with them will refine your aura."

"So you’re sending me to gild my reputation?"

"Not just that. I have a mission: you must claim the title of School Beauty at Cherry Blossom."

"School Beauty?"

"Don’t dismiss it. Every graduating School Beauty gets guaranteed admissions to top film academies worldwide. They can pick any they want."

"What? That’s insane!"

"But it’s not easy. Cherry Blossom has over a thousand girls, mostly from elite families. Only one becomes School Beauty. To stand out among them? Her strength far exceeds your imagination."

Days later, in Class 4 of Grade 10.

"Today we welcome a new student. Come in," said the homeroom teacher. Ning Caiwei stepped onto the podium.

"Wait—isn’t that Ning Caiwei?" Students recognized her instantly.

"A top idol is my classmate? Unbelievable!"

"You flatter me. I’m just a third-rate idol. I’m honored you know my name," she said politely, though inwardly thrilled.

*(Of course an idol like me is famous everywhere.)*

After class, her desk was swarmed.

"Ning Caiwei, why attend school when you’re already an idol?" a classmate asked.

"I still have much to learn. Everyone here is so excellent—I came to study from you all."

"How humble! I’ve been your fan since debut—I’ll keep supporting you!"

"Me too!"

Ning Caiwei instantly became the class spotlight. Her heart swelled with pride.

*(Winning over Cherry Blossom students won’t be hard. At this rate, School Beauty is mine!)*

Just then—

"Hey! Midterm results are out. Guess what? Ouyang Qianxue tied with Bai Yuxuan for first place!"

"Qianxue-sama never disappoints!"

"Qianxue-sama?" Ning Caiwei frowned.

"Oh, you’re new. She’s Cherry Blossom’s School Beauty—Ouyang Qianxue."

"Huh? The title’s already taken?"

"Yeah. Qianxue-sama is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I thought a fairy descended from heaven!"

"Beauty’s just one reason. She joined and dominated every club with her skills. Now, no one at Cherry Blossom doesn’t know her."

"And that’s not all. In her first monthly exam, she scored second—just two points behind Bai Yuxuan. Before she transferred, he always led by fifty or sixty!"

"She’s the ultimate role model. Without her, I’d never believe such a perfect woman existed."

As Ouyang Qianxue’s name spread, attention shifted from Ning Caiwei. Though she listened intently, her smile tightened—someone unseen had stolen her spotlight.

*(This School Beauty isn’t simple.)*

*(But from what students say, she’s just an ordinary student. How can her charm beat mine? In talent, I’ve trained since childhood—I’m confident I’ll never lose.)*

*(Our only gap is grades. Top 20% can run for School Beauty. If I ace my studies, that title will be mine—Ning Caiwei’s for the taking!)*

A confident grin spread across her face.