The Villainess Is Pretending to Be Sweet Again Today (Transmigration) - Chapter 18
Today was the first day of school at No. 3 High School, with boys and girls in uniforms walking together toward the campus.
When Long Huaichang stepped onto the school grounds, she suddenly felt as if a lifetime had passed.
So much had happened in the past six months. If she hadn’t met Nuo Yang, she probably wouldn’t even have the chance to stand here now.
A gentle breeze rustled through the tall plane trees lining the path, creating a soft whispering sound, like hushed voices murmuring in the air.
A group of students walked past Long Huaichang, all dressed in blue-and-white uniforms with “No. 3 High School” printed on the back. The oversized jackets and long skirts looked somewhat silly to her.
Standing in the middle of the path made Long Huaichang rather conspicuous, and passing classmates couldn’t help but turn their heads, whispering among themselves when they saw her clean, delicate features.
Just then, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw a message from Nuo Yang:
Nuo Yang: Made it to school?
Long Huaichang: Yes. Looking for my classroom.
Nuo Yang: OK, I’m heading to work now. Play nice with your classmates on the first day!
Long Huaichang: Got it.
Reading the reply, Long Huaichang wondered if her “sister” still treated her like a child.
After all, she was already 17. But she knew Nuo Yang would be angry if she caused trouble at school. The image of Nuo Yang scolding her with hands on hips suddenly seemed… somewhat endearing.
“Hey, you there!”
A teacher approached, pointing at her phone. “Don’t you know phones aren’t allowed at school?”
Long Huaichang glanced at him, putting her phone away. “Teacher, where’s Class 7, Grade 11?”
The teacher paused, then pointed toward a building across the field. “Over there. Third floor.”
Long Huaichang nodded. “Understood.”
Without another word, she walked off, ignoring the teacher’s shouts behind her: “Hey! Did you hear me? No phones allowed! Since it’s the first day I’ll let it slide, but remember to turn it off!”
The continued yelling made Long Huaichang frown in annoyance. No one had ever policed her phone use before—this school sure had a lot of rules.
Finally finding her classroom, Long Huaichang saw forty to fifty students packed into the small space.
The desks and chairs looked worn from years of use. An old rotating ceiling fan spun lazily above, while stubborn chalk marks stained the blackboard.
The musty air made breathing difficult. How long had it been since anyone cleaned this place?
Most classmates had advanced together from tenth grade, so many already knew each other despite the reshuffling. They stared curiously at the unfamiliar girl standing at the doorway with obvious distaste.
“Classmate,” a ponytailed girl asked, “which class are you from? Why are you standing here?”
Long Huaichang gave her a sidelong glance. “I’m a transfer student. Where do I sit?”
The girl eyed Long Huaichang’s jet-black hair and fair skin with admiration. “You can sit anywhere for now. The teacher will assign seats later.”
Long Huaichang ignored the gazes of her classmates and took a seat by the window that looked relatively clean.
A boy with dyed blond hair was slumped over the desk behind her, seemingly asleep. Suppressing the urge to dye his hair black—reminding herself of Nuo Yang’s warning not to cause trouble at school—she settled into her seat.
Her movements must have disturbed his sleep, because he groggily lifted his head and stared at her for a long moment before finally speaking. “Long Huaichang?”
She was surprised anyone at this school recognized her. Frowning, she asked, “Who are you?”
The blond boy was wide awake now, scrambling up. “It’s me! We were classmates in middle school! The one you beat up in the gymnasium until I cried!”
Dropping her bag carelessly, Long Huaichang replied, “I’ve made a lot of people cry. No idea who you are.”
Unfazed by her attitude, the boy hurried to sit in front of her. “Hey, hey—why are you at this school? Weren’t you supposed to be at some elite high school?”
She ignored him.
He pressed on, “Actually, I know about your family situation.”
Her hand stilled. She looked up, cold eyes locking onto him. “What do you know?”
“Your dad!” he said sympathetically. “The whole world knows about his accident. How could I not? But what about your mom? You still haven’t told me why you transferred here.”
Her brows furrowed. She hated this stranger’s noisy chatter, and as for being middle school classmates—how was she supposed to remember every face from back then?
“Shi Tian, class is about to start. What are you yelling about?” The ponytailed girl from earlier walked over again, addressing the blond boy. “You’re sitting here now? Weren’t you just napping in the back?”
Shi Tian glanced at her, then ducked his head and whispered to Long Huaichang, “She’s too loud. I’ll talk to you later!”
The girl snapped, “Who are you calling loud?!”
Before their bickering could escalate, a teacher in his fifties or sixties—likely their homeroom teacher—walked in.
Since it was the first day, there were no formal lessons. The teacher rearranged seating, assigned groups, and appointed class leaders and monitors before the morning passed.
At lunch, Long Huaichang fell silent again.
Her elite school had served buffet-style steak meals in a spotless dining hall where students could pick their favorite dishes, along with fresh fruit and desserts. But here…
She stared at the greasy meatballs on her tray, her appetite vanishing.
What even was this oily lump?
The vegetables looked wilted, and the so-called “rice soup” had no trace of actual rice.
Her chopsticks hovered, unable to make the plunge. In the end, she gave up and headed to the school store for a bread roll and yogurt—just enough to tide her over until she could eat properly at home.
But before she could finish her makeshift meal in peace, she spotted a group of uniformed students nearby, shouting and shoving another blond-haired boy.
Blond hair?
Squinting, she recognized him—Shi Tian, the guy who’d annoyed her first thing that morning.
Had he pissed someone off?
Since the distance wasn’t too far, Long Huaichang could faintly hear their conversation—
“Shi Tian, how was your summer break? Last semester you beat up our brothers, and now it’s our turn to beat you!”
“W-when did I ever beat anyone up? Stop making things up!”
“So the bruises on my brother’s face just appeared by themselves?”
“Hard to say. Maybe they’re birthmarks that reappeared after seeing me?”
“Fine then, I’ll make sure you get a few new ‘birthmarks’ on your face too!”
As the tall, burly boy was about to throw a punch, Shi Tian suddenly spotted Long Huaichang eating nearby and desperately cried out, “Sister Long! Sister Long, save me!”
Long Huaichang ignored him, finishing the last bite of her bread and taking a few sips of yogurt before standing up to leave.
“Sister Long! Sister Long!” Shi Tian wailed desperately. “We were at least middle school classmates! Even though my family’s business failed and I couldn’t continue being your schoolmate, we still know each other! Save me, sis!!!”
The tall boy glanced at Long Huaichang and sneered at Shi Tian, “Shi Tian, you’re getting more pathetic by the day. You’re actually begging for help from some scrawny girl? I could make her cry with one punch!”
Long Huaichang turned to look at him and calmly said, “You said you could make me cry with one punch?”
“Huh?” The boy laughed. “Little sophomore girl, I’m a senior. You should be calling me ‘senior’!”
Long Huaichang chuckled lightly. “‘Senior’? I think you’ll be the one kneeling and calling me ‘sister’ later.”
Hearing this, the group immediately turned their attention to her. “What did you just say?”
Seeing Long Huaichang surrounded didn’t worry Shi Tian at all. He cheered loudly, “Go Sister Long! Don’t back down! From the south to the north of the city, show them who’s boss!”
And then…
On the very first day of school, Long Huaichang ended up in the principal’s office for taking on four guys single-handedly. The boys were all bruised and battered, while Long Huaichang only had slightly messy hair.
The principal looked at Long Huaichang, then at the four bruised boys, and slammed the table angrily. “You four! Fighting on the first day of school! Do you even want to graduate?!”
The boys cried, “Principal, we’re the ones who got beaten up!”
The principal fumed, “How could a girl possibly beat you up like this? There’s a limit to making up stories!”
The boys wailed loudly, “It’s true, teacher! She made Lao Si cry with one punch! We’re telling the truth!”
Long Huaichang pouted slightly and muttered, “I’m not even as strong as them. How could they frame me like this…”
Hearing this, the principal slammed the table again. “All four of you, call your parents!”
By the time she returned to the classroom, it was almost dismissal time. Most students had already left, leaving only a few still cleaning up.
As Long Huaichang went to her seat to grab her bag, she saw Shi Tian sitting in her chair, grinning at her with all his might.
“Sister Long, heading home?” Shi Tian said cheerfully. “Let’s go together! I’ll carry your bag for you!”
Long Huaichang frowned. “No need.”
Shi Tian fawned over her, “Your bag must be so heavy—it must be tiring for you. From now on, I’ll carry it for you! Don’t be shy!”
Long Huaichang looked at him, arms crossed, and said coldly, “I didn’t get into that fight for you today.”
“I know, I know,” Shi Tian laughed. “It’s because those guys said they could make you cry with one punch. You were just defending your pride.”
Long Huaichang stared at him, her gaze so intense it made Shi Tian slightly uneasy.
“You carry the bag,” Long Huaichang said with a faint smirk. “Perfect timing—I could use a lackey.”
Playing the obedient girl at home for the past few months had worn her out. She still found beating people up much more satisfying.
Tilting her head, she asked, “Tell me, how many other middle schools are around here?”
Shi Tian looked up at her. “What are you planning, Sis Long?”
Long Huaichang grinned. “School’s boring. Might as well find some fun, right?”
Wouldn’t it be interesting to become the neighborhood’s top troublemaker?
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