After Becoming the Abused Heroine in a Campus Story - Chapter 1: A Shitty Situation

Chapter 1: A Shitty Situation

It was June, and the weather in Nanchuan City was hot. When Zhou Yining regained consciousness, she only felt her head spinning.

It took her a while to realize she was in a classroom. Electric fans hung on the walls, blowing air noisily, but the room still felt stuffy. The smell of students’ sweat mixed with some unknown spicy snack odor, making Zhou Yining feel nauseous.

On the podium, the math teacher was explaining a formula. The sound of chalk scraping the blackboard made goosebumps rise on Zhou Yining’s arms.

She propped her forehead with one hand, taking a while to focus her vision.

Xu Yueming, sitting next to her, glared at her and muttered under his breath, “What are you doing now? So damn annoying.”

His tone dripped with undisguised disgust, as if Zhou Yining had dug up his family’s ancestral grave.

Zhou Yining only glanced at him faintly before quickly looking away.

Her thoughts gradually cleared. She remembered working continuously for over ten hours, then suddenly fainting. When she woke up, she was sitting in this classroom.

Had she been reborn? Or had she transmigrated?

In her previous life, Zhou Yining was a bestselling author and screenwriter, so she was quite accepting of such things. As she thought about this, a piece of paper filled with words appeared in her mind.

After scanning it a few times, Zhou Yining understood it was the outline of a book, vaguely describing the main plot.

The book’s female lead was also named Zhou Yining. Due to her original family, she was timid and sensitive from a young age. After getting into Nanchuan No. 1 High School, she secretly loved the male lead but was discovered by his fangirls. They bullied her at school, causing her grades to plummet.

The male lead, Zhang Ye, never even glanced at her properly. After enduring family torment, school bullying, and Zhang Ye’s physical and emotional abuse, the female lead Zhou Yining finally achieved a happy ending with him.

The outline ended there, but Zhou Yining frowned. Who the hell reads this kind of trashy story where a woman sacrifices everything for a man?

In her previous life as a writer, Zhou Yining wrote empowering female-lead stories. Compromise for a man? She’d tear this book apart.

It’s all about taking action. Now that she was Zhou Yining, she’d see how this book could follow its outline.

While she was lost in thought, a sharp gaze swept toward her. “Zhou Yining, come write the steps for this problem on the board.”

Zhou Yining’s focus returned, meeting the math teacher’s eyes.

She stood calmly, glanced at the problem on the board—a function question—and quickly recalled her long-buried high school knowledge.

She had an extraordinary memory since childhood. In her previous life, she was the top liberal arts student in the province’s college entrance exam, scoring full marks in every subject except for two points deducted in history and Chinese.

As Zhou Yining walked to the board, the class erupted in laughter. The students looked at her with unexplained malice, as if waiting for her to embarrass herself.

But Zhou Yining ignored the mockery. She walked confidently to the podium, already thinking of three solutions in her mind.

At the podium, she picked up the chalk and began writing. Her handwriting was neat and bold, and her formulas were clear and elegant. Gradually, the laughter below stopped.

Zhou Yining didn’t stop there. After writing the first solution, she briefly added two more methods.

The classroom started buzzing with whispers.

“Fvck, she actually knows how to do it?”

“She probably just got lucky with this one question.”

“Yeah, does she look like someone good at math?”

“Just a brain-dead romantic. If she scores over 120 in math at finals, I’ll twist my head off for you to kick like a ball.”

The math teacher, Teacher Zhang, coughed lightly. “Quiet down.”

Her words silenced the students.

Teacher Zhang looked at Zhou Yining on the podium and said, “Just writing isn’t enough, Zhou Yining. Explain the thought process behind your three solutions to everyone.”

Zhou Yining met Teacher Zhang’s gaze and said confidently, “Yes, Teacher. For the first solution, I substituted the formula…”

After explaining all three methods, the classroom was silent. Her final method clearly went beyond the curriculum, using advanced math principles. Even Teacher Zhang was stunned.

A moment later, Teacher Zhang coughed lightly and said in a softer tone, “Knowing it doesn’t mean you can zone out. Good job, you’ve improved. Go back and listen carefully.”

Zhou Yining smiled at Teacher Zhang. “Thank you, Teacher.”

The girl’s voice was clear, her smile bold and unrestrained. Teacher Zhang felt a bit dazed, thinking Zhou Yining seemed different today.

Her impression of Zhou Yining was vague, only recalling that she ranked in the forties in class—below average—and was usually quiet, an unremarkable student. Teacher Zhang rarely thought about marginal students like her.

But she quickly dismissed the thought, assuming Zhou Yining had been taking extra classes. She returned to the podium and continued teaching.

When Zhou Yining returned to her seat, her desk mate Xu Yueming glanced at her and said sarcastically, “You’re taking extra classes outside?”

Zhou Yining shot him a sideways glance, ignoring him.

Soon, the first math class ended, and the classroom became chaotic. Some students who brought phones to school started playing with them.

Laughter filled the room, with some glances subtly directed at Zhou Yining.

Zhou Yining didn’t respond. Her priority was to adapt to her new identity, so staying calm was the best choice.

She sat at her desk as if nothing was wrong. Xu Yueming, however, leaned over with a smug tone. “Zhou Yining, I didn’t expect this from you. A toad lusting after a swan—you dare to like Zhang Ye?”

Zhou Yining looked at him like he was an idiot. “If you’re sick, go get treated. What nonsense are you spouting?”

Xu Yueming didn’t expect her to not only stay calm but also retort. Stunned for a moment, he continued with bad intentions. “Check the school’s anonymous confession board. It’s full of your love letters to Zhang Ye. Have you no shame? A girl writing such explicit love letters—if I were Zhang Ye, I’d be scared to death.”

Zhou Yining glanced at him and held out her hand. “Let me see your phone.”

Xu Yueming smirked, deliberately pulling back. “Can’t you use your own? I’m not lending you my phone—it’s filthy.”

Zhou Yining stood up abruptly, staring him down. “Your mouth is so filthy it needs a rinse with manure. We’re almost in senior year, and you still have time to gossip every day. Your grades must be trash, huh?”

Xu Yueming was startled by her actions, instinctively shrinking back. He felt his desk mate’s presence was unusually strong today, not like the timid rabbit she used to be.

But as a guy, being insulted by Zhou Yining made him defiant. “You dare talk about me? Weren’t you the one writing love letters to Zhang Ye? Besides, your grades are worse than mine. I at least rank in the thirties in class, while you’re practically at the bottom. And you dare mock me?”

“Who I write love letters to is my freedom. The love letters on the anonymous confession board weren’t posted by me. Whoever stole them violated my privacy and reputation. I can report this to the police to protect my rights, and if necessary, I can sue.”

Zhou Yining spoke loudly. As she said this, the classroom fell silent. Everyone seemed shocked that the usually quiet Zhou Yining had suddenly changed.

She took a breath, looked at Xu Yueming, and continued, “As for grades, dare to bet with me? If I rank higher than you in the grade at the end of this semester, you owe me 500 yuan. If you rank higher, I owe you 500 yuan. How about it? Dare to take the bet?”

Xu Yueming glanced around, seeing all eyes on him. He stiffened and met Zhou Yining’s gaze. “What’s there to fear? If a bottom-ranker like you dares, I’m not scared.”

Zhou Yining’s lips curved into a smirk. She said loudly, “Everyone heard that, right? I hope you’ll all be witnesses when the time comes.”

Some students, eager for drama, started cheering.

“No problem, I’ll remember.”

“Me too, me too. No cheating!”

“Yeah, the whole class is watching. Don’t cry when you have to pay up.”

Their gazes mostly fell on Zhou Yining, as her grades were consistently in the forties. They wanted to see her make a fool of herself.

Zhou Yining wasn’t fazed. She raised an eyebrow at Xu Yueming. “Get your money ready. Finals are next month.”

“What? Who gave you that confidence? You’re the one more likely to lose!” Xu Yueming shot back, but after being challenged by Zhou Yining twice that morning, he didn’t dare speak to her as he used to.

Zhou Yining ignored him and sat down. She patted her pockets and finally found a phone.

It looked old and worn. Zhou Yining opened it, checking all the apps to familiarize herself with her original self’s settings.

As she fiddled with the phone, a thin girl with glasses approached her.

“Why’d you make that bet with him? Your grades are already worse than his. What if you lose and can’t pay?”

Zhou Yining didn’t know who she was but said, “If I dared to bet, I’m prepared. There’s no ‘what if.’”

The girl clearly didn’t expect that response. She looked at Zhou Yining in surprise, then, after a pause, handed her phone over. “Take a look. The school’s anonymous confession board is full of your love letters to Zhang Ye.Chapter 1: A Shitty Situation

It was June, and the weather in Nanchuan City was hot. When Zhou Yining regained consciousness, she only felt her head spinning.

It took her a while to realize she was in a classroom. Electric fans hung on the walls, blowing air noisily, but the room still felt stuffy. The smell of students’ sweat mixed with some unknown spicy snack odor, making Zhou Yining feel nauseous.

On the podium, the math teacher was explaining a formula. The sound of chalk scraping the blackboard made goosebumps rise on Zhou Yining’s arms.

She propped her forehead with one hand, taking a while to focus her vision.

Xu Yueming, sitting next to her, glared at her and muttered under his breath, “What are you doing now? So damn annoying.”

His tone dripped with undisguised disgust, as if Zhou Yining had dug up his family’s ancestral grave.

Zhou Yining only glanced at him faintly before quickly looking away.

Her thoughts gradually cleared. She remembered working continuously for over ten hours, then suddenly fainting. When she woke up, she was sitting in this classroom.

Had she been reborn? Or had she transmigrated?

In her previous life, Zhou Yining was a bestselling author and screenwriter, so she was quite accepting of such things. As she thought about this, a piece of paper filled with words appeared in her mind.

After scanning it a few times, Zhou Yining understood it was the outline of a book, vaguely describing the main plot.

The book’s female lead was also named Zhou Yining. Due to her original family, she was timid and sensitive from a young age. After getting into Nanchuan No. 1 High School, she secretly loved the male lead but was discovered by his fangirls. They bullied her at school, causing her grades to plummet.

The male lead, Zhang Ye, never even glanced at her properly. After enduring family torment, school bullying, and Zhang Ye’s physical and emotional abuse, the female lead Zhou Yining finally achieved a happy ending with him.

The outline ended there, but Zhou Yining frowned. Who the hell reads this kind of trashy story where a woman sacrifices everything for a man?

In her previous life as a writer, Zhou Yining wrote empowering female-lead stories. Compromise for a man? She’d tear this book apart.

It’s all about taking action. Now that she was Zhou Yining, she’d see how this book could follow its outline.

While she was lost in thought, a sharp gaze swept toward her. “Zhou Yining, come write the steps for this problem on the board.”

Zhou Yining’s focus returned, meeting the math teacher’s eyes.

She stood calmly, glanced at the problem on the board—a function question—and quickly recalled her long-buried high school knowledge.

She had an extraordinary memory since childhood. In her previous life, she was the top liberal arts student in the province’s college entrance exam, scoring full marks in every subject except for two points deducted in history and Chinese.

As Zhou Yining walked to the board, the class erupted in laughter. The students looked at her with unexplained malice, as if waiting for her to embarrass herself.

But Zhou Yining ignored the mockery. She walked confidently to the podium, already thinking of three solutions in her mind.

At the podium, she picked up the chalk and began writing. Her handwriting was neat and bold, and her formulas were clear and elegant. Gradually, the laughter below stopped.

Zhou Yining didn’t stop there. After writing the first solution, she briefly added two more methods.

The classroom started buzzing with whispers.

“Fvck, she actually knows how to do it?”

“She probably just got lucky with this one question.”

“Yeah, does she look like someone good at math?”

“Just a brain-dead romantic. If she scores over 120 in math at finals, I’ll twist my head off for you to kick like a ball.”

The math teacher, Teacher Zhang, coughed lightly. “Quiet down.”

Her words silenced the students.

Teacher Zhang looked at Zhou Yining on the podium and said, “Just writing isn’t enough, Zhou Yining. Explain the thought process behind your three solutions to everyone.”

Zhou Yining met Teacher Zhang’s gaze and said confidently, “Yes, Teacher. For the first solution, I substituted the formula…”

After explaining all three methods, the classroom was silent. Her final method clearly went beyond the curriculum, using advanced math principles. Even Teacher Zhang was stunned.

A moment later, Teacher Zhang coughed lightly and said in a softer tone, “Knowing it doesn’t mean you can zone out. Good job, you’ve improved. Go back and listen carefully.”

Zhou Yining smiled at Teacher Zhang. “Thank you, Teacher.”

The girl’s voice was clear, her smile bold and unrestrained. Teacher Zhang felt a bit dazed, thinking Zhou Yining seemed different today.

Her impression of Zhou Yining was vague, only recalling that she ranked in the forties in class—below average—and was usually quiet, an unremarkable student. Teacher Zhang rarely thought about marginal students like her.

But she quickly dismissed the thought, assuming Zhou Yining had been taking extra classes. She returned to the podium and continued teaching.

When Zhou Yining returned to her seat, her desk mate Xu Yueming glanced at her and said sarcastically, “You’re taking extra classes outside?”

Zhou Yining shot him a sideways glance, ignoring him.

Soon, the first math class ended, and the classroom became chaotic. Some students who brought phones to school started playing with them.

Laughter filled the room, with some glances subtly directed at Zhou Yining.

Zhou Yining didn’t respond. Her priority was to adapt to her new identity, so staying calm was the best choice.

She sat at her desk as if nothing was wrong. Xu Yueming, however, leaned over with a smug tone. “Zhou Yining, I didn’t expect this from you. A toad lusting after a swan—you dare to like Zhang Ye?”

Zhou Yining looked at him like he was an idiot. “If you’re sick, go get treated. What nonsense are you spouting?”

Xu Yueming didn’t expect her to not only stay calm but also retort. Stunned for a moment, he continued with bad intentions. “Check the school’s anonymous confession board. It’s full of your love letters to Zhang Ye. Have you no shame? A girl writing such explicit love letters—if I were Zhang Ye, I’d be scared to death.”

Zhou Yining glanced at him and held out her hand. “Let me see your phone.”

Xu Yueming smirked, deliberately pulling back. “Can’t you use your own? I’m not lending you my phone—it’s filthy.”

Zhou Yining stood up abruptly, staring him down. “Your mouth is so filthy it needs a rinse with manure. We’re almost in senior year, and you still have time to gossip every day. Your grades must be trash, huh?”

Xu Yueming was startled by her actions, instinctively shrinking back. He felt his desk mate’s presence was unusually strong today, not like the timid rabbit she used to be.

But as a guy, being insulted by Zhou Yining made him defiant. “You dare talk about me? Weren’t you the one writing love letters to Zhang Ye? Besides, your grades are worse than mine. I at least rank in the thirties in class, while you’re practically at the bottom. And you dare mock me?”

“Who I write love letters to is my freedom. The love letters on the anonymous confession board weren’t posted by me. Whoever stole them violated my privacy and reputation. I can report this to the police to protect my rights, and if necessary, I can sue.”

Zhou Yining spoke loudly. As she said this, the classroom fell silent. Everyone seemed shocked that the usually quiet Zhou Yining had suddenly changed.

She took a breath, looked at Xu Yueming, and continued, “As for grades, dare to bet with me? If I rank higher than you in the grade at the end of this semester, you owe me 500 yuan. If you rank higher, I owe you 500 yuan. How about it? Dare to take the bet?”

Xu Yueming glanced around, seeing all eyes on him. He stiffened and met Zhou Yining’s gaze. “What’s there to fear? If a bottom-ranker like you dares, I’m not scared.”

Zhou Yining’s lips curved into a smirk. She said loudly, “Everyone heard that, right? I hope you’ll all be witnesses when the time comes.”

Some students, eager for drama, started cheering.

“No problem, I’ll remember.”

“Me too, me too. No cheating!”

“Yeah, the whole class is watching. Don’t cry when you have to pay up.”

Their gazes mostly fell on Zhou Yining, as her grades were consistently in the forties. They wanted to see her make a fool of herself.

Zhou Yining wasn’t fazed. She raised an eyebrow at Xu Yueming. “Get your money ready. Finals are next month.”

“What? Who gave you that confidence? You’re the one more likely to lose!” Xu Yueming shot back, but after being challenged by Zhou Yining twice that morning, he didn’t dare speak to her as he used to.

Zhou Yining ignored him and sat down. She patted her pockets and finally found a phone.

It looked old and worn. Zhou Yining opened it, checking all the apps to familiarize herself with her original self’s settings.

As she fiddled with the phone, a thin girl with glasses approached her.

“Why’d you make that bet with him? Your grades are already worse than his. What if you lose and can’t pay?”

Zhou Yining didn’t know who she was but said, “If I dared to bet, I’m prepared. There’s no ‘what if.’”

The girl clearly didn’t expect that response. She looked at Zhou Yining in surprise, then, after a pause, handed her phone over. “Take a look. The school’s anonymous confession board is full of your love letters to Zhang Ye.”