Whether at customs or security, there was hardly a soul in sight. Passing through the gate and down the corridor, Su Wei followed a flight attendant into the aircraft. Stepping inside, it suddenly dawned on her—this entire plane was first class! How extravagant! A jet built for over three hundred now seated barely fifty or sixty.

Su Wei couldn’t speak for others, but her private suite held a fridge, TV, mini bar, bed, sofa, tablet, en-suite bathroom, and vanity…

“Extravagant! Absolutely extravagant! Decadent capitalism—I must condemn it. Seriously condemn it!”

As she spoke, Su Wei sank into the sofa. The cushioning was perfectly firm yet soft; the moment she sat, she felt gently enveloped. Only then did she realize—it was a massage chair. Extravagant. Truly extravagant.

In her past life, Su Wei had never flown first class, let alone imagined such luxury. Who knew reincarnation would raise her living standards this much? Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. First-class luggage needed no check-in—just carry it onboard. No more waiting miserably by the carousel for half an hour like before.

Before long, a flight attendant knocked and handed her a menu of drinks and lunch. Not hungry, Su Wei ordered only a beverage.

“Would you like magazines, ma’am?”

“Certainly. Preferably news publications…”

“Right away.”

She flipped through newspapers and magazines for two hours, then napped on the bed. Soon, Su Wei arrived at the capital of the Grand Zhou Empire—Zhaoge. Gazing out at the glittering city lights, emotion swelled within her. She’d never left her country in her previous life. Now, after transmigrating, she’d taken an international flight to a city she’d never even heard of.

Zhaoge… just what kind of place was this?

Dragging her large suitcase off the plane, Su Wei spotted her fellow travelers. Among fifty or sixty passengers, most were elderly with white hair, seemingly returning from a conference in Tianhai. The rest were youths her age—seven people: three boys, four girls. Including Su Wei, the eight exchanged glances. One boy spoke up:

“You… also heading to Zhaoge Royal Academy?”

“Yeah? You too?”

Realizing they shared a destination, they decided to travel together. Su Wei had no objection. Unfamiliar with the place and people—and practically a stranger from another world—she knew nothing of local customs. Having guides was a relief. She stayed quiet the whole way, wary of saying the wrong thing. Yet all attention among the three boys and five girls remained fixed on her. No mystery why—she was simply stunning.

The three boys had repeatedly offered to carry her suitcase. She’d refused each time, but they persisted cheerfully.

Sure enough, no matter the world, finding a mate was priority number one. They’d already locked onto their targets. But what about her?

Suddenly, Su Wei’s face paled. She shook her head vigorously. *No way. Even if I die, even if I jump right here—I will never compromise myself. This life, I’m staying single.*

“Su Wei, you look pale. Cold? Here, take my jacket.”

Zhang Chenyang held out a thin jacket reeking of sweat.

He fit modern beauty standards—but not Su Wei’s. Truth was, no man appealed to her. His eager kindness didn’t move her; it gave her goosebumps.

“No, thank you. I’m fine.”

“Oh, come on,” Li Yiyun cut in, annoyed by the attention Su Wei received. She’d already made two snide remarks earlier. But Su Wei, utterly clueless about girl-world scheming, hadn’t even noticed the veiled jabs—she was the naive, sweet heroine straight out of a romance novel.

Zhang Chenyang flushed slightly. Still, he took comfort: Su Wei wasn’t cold to him alone. Her frosty expression targeted all three boys. What they didn’t know? Their constant staring made her deeply uncomfortable. Warmth from her was the last thing they deserved.

Ignoring Li Yiyun’s sarcasm, Su Wei turned to another girl.

“How do we get to the academy?”

“Someone should be picking us up, right?”

Zhaoge Royal Airport bustled. Following the crowd, the eight spotted a sign: *Zhaoge Royal Academy* →. They followed the arrow to a parking lot and found the academy’s shuttle bus.

“You’re this year’s freshmen? Hop on!”

A cheerful uncle helped them stow luggage and ushered them aboard. The bus was already full—Black, White, Asian faces chatting in many tongues. With only double seats available, sharing was unavoidable. Better sit beside someone harmless.

Su Wei chose a White girl and sat down.

The girl beamed, then greeted her in heavily accented Chinese:

“Ni hao~”

“???”

Su Wei stared blankly. *What? Is everyone speaking Chinese now?*

“Ah… hello.”

“Ni ye shi xinsheng?”

“Uh… yes.”

The bus rumbled forward. Hoping for quiet, Su Wei endured an awkward chat the whole ride. Thankfully, the trip lasted under an hour—any longer, she might’ve snapped. Through the window, a towering mountain rose. Perched atop it stood their destination: Zhaoge Royal Academy.

After passing a military zone and security checks, the bus entered the ancient, elegant campus. Parked in the main square, students gazed at the architecture with longing. Su Wei, however, felt a quiet, peculiar emotion.

This place… would be where she spent the next four years.