"Then I'm off, Sister Manman," Feng Yijiu said, slinging her backpack over her shoulder as she bid farewell to Cen Man at home.

Though she’d transmigrated into a wealthy family within the story, some of Feng Yijiu’s habits remained unchanged—like riding her bike to school alone. Cen Man had offered to drive her, but Feng Yijiu politely declined. After all, she had an important errand to run.

"Hello, I’d like a box of band-aids—the breathable kind."

After restocking her supplies and confirming she was fully prepared, Feng Yijiu gazed at the school gates and let out a soft breath.

Boya Middle School stood among the top private schools in the area. Its stellar academic record and vast, high-caliber alumni network drew students from far and wide. Naturally, admission standards were strict—reserved for either academic stars or students with "exceptional comprehensive abilities." Yet for the "multi-talented" Feng Mingdong, the process had been remarkably smooth.

Meanwhile, Li Hao sat listlessly in the corner by the classroom’s back door. The desk beside him was empty—not by choice, but thanks to the homeroom teacher’s random seating. His desk partner happened to be the class’s most mysterious student. Or rather, the only one no one had met yet. Soon, Li Hao refocused on his vocabulary notebook. Turns out, studying wasn’t so hard after all.

In the office, Teacher Wang of Class 1, Grade 10 watched the dean personally escort in a new student and felt a quiet headache brewing.

"Teacher Wang, this is Feng Yijiu—your new student. I’ll take my leave," the dean said.

"Thank you, Dean," Teacher Wang replied.

She glanced at the file, then at Feng Yijiu’s obedient expression, and sighed inwardly. "Yijiu? Have a seat."

Boya students typically fell into two types: top scorers or "well-rounded elites." Teachers often felt helpless dealing with these strong-willed young masters and misses. Take this little "Buddha" before her. Teacher Wang double-checked the gender field, took a deep breath. *Damn… are girls this stunning these days?* She glanced again at Feng Yijiu—a fleeting doubt about her own orientation flickered.

*I hope nothing goes wrong,* Teacher Wang steadied herself. "Yijiu, feeling better?"

"Mm. Just… not fit for physical activity for about a year," Feng Yijiu answered honestly.

"Understood. Time for the flag-raising ceremony. You’re okay?"

"No problem."

"Then let’s head to class. I’ll show you your seat."

Most students had already gathered, some standing to line up.

"Settle down," Teacher Wang announced. "This is Feng Yijiu, our new classmate. Everyone, head downstairs. Yijiu, your seat’s there. We’ll reshuffle next week."

"Thank you, Teacher," Feng Yijiu nodded, walking calmly to her desk.

"Excuse me—could you move your backpack?" she asked Li Hao, who was buried in vocabulary drills.

"Oh! Sorry," he stammered, lifting his gaze—and froze at the strikingly handsome, fair face before him. *Such short hair… Must be a guy, right?*

*So diligent… probably an obedient bookworm,* Feng Yijiu assessed, feeling slightly relieved. *This type should be easy to handle.*

After the ceremony, Teacher Wang began homeroom early. "Yijiu, introduce yourself."

Feng Yijiu rose, walked to the podium. Every eye locked onto her. Girls’ gazes held a trace of curiosity; boys reacted differently—after all, they were at that restless age.

"Hello. I’m Feng Yijiu," she said softly, neatly writing her name on the board. "Pleased to meet you."

"Take your seat. Let’s support each other and build a stronger Class One," Teacher Wang smiled. "Now, textbooks out. Before today’s Chinese lesson, let’s compare middle school and high school curricula…"

Feng Yijiu flipped through the textbook. *Hmm… since my old novels used a Huaxia-based setting, the content feels familiar.* Her foundation was solid.

But her "study ace" neighbor seemed restless. Li Hao fidgeted like he had ants in his pants.

"Hi! I’m Luo Wan, Class One’s monitor. Nice to meet you!" A ponytailed girl approached confidently as Teacher Wang left.

"Hello, Monitor," Feng Yijiu smiled, shaking her hand. Slightly awkwardly, her skin was noticeably fairer—everyone else had tanned three shades darker after military training.

Luo Wan’s cheeks flushed. She withdrew her hand quickly, nodded, and retreated.

Li Hao squinted at his new desk partner. *Why does this handsome guy feel familiar?* He watched Feng Yijiu chat effortlessly—even getting approached by girls. *He must know how to win girls over… right?*

Seeing Feng Yijiu free, Li Hao set down his book and gently patted her shoulder. *Surprisingly soft.*

"Hm?" Feng Yijiu snapped out of her thoughts. The "bookworm" looked flustered. She smiled. "Desk partner—I still don’t know your name."

"O-oh! Li Hao," he stammered, then blurted: "Teacher said you were injured… healing okay?"

Feng Yijiu paused. "Just a broken leg. Needs time."

"Right! Eat more meat—*like helps like*. You’ll bounce back fast!"

Her hand near the aisle tightened slightly. *What the heck is "like helps like"? Did this nerd read himself silly?*