4 Decadent Class 004_1

The next day, Lu Qingyi packed up and went to school with Lu Jiayue, holding her white admission letter in her hand, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

"Sister, remember not to get into trouble, study well, and not let down father."

After getting down from the car, Lu Qingyi conveyed her concerns, appearing to be the very image of a good little sister.

"Are you free?" Lu Jiayue raised an eyebrow, letting out a cold laugh.

She hadn't stopped chattering since they got in the car, and even after getting off, she kept talking on and on.

Such insincerity.

"Sister, do you want me to accompany you to register? I know the school better than you, it won't be good if you get lost."

Lu Jiayue seemed unbothered by Lu Qingyi's coldness, continuing with her incessant chatter.

Lu Qingyi arched her brow, pulling her suitcase, and walked off.

"Ah, Sister." Lu Jiayue stood there, a hurt look on her face.

She stared at Lu Qingyi's retreating figure, a mocking smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

Ha, what a rural hick, what's there to be arrogant about?

If it weren't for their blood relation, she wouldn't even bother with her.

"You're Lu Qingyi, correct?" The headmaster looked at her admission letter through his bifocal glasses.

"You should know, if it weren't for your father, you wouldn't have the qualifications to be admitted."

The headmaster sized up the girl standing in front of him. She was indeed quite pretty.

Going to high school was not compulsory, and wasn't as simple as just wanting to attend.

Even if so, you would still have to start from the first year, but because Lu Yao was an investor and Lu Jiayue's performance was excellent, he extended a favor to Lu Qingyi.

Lu Qingyi smiled but didn't say anything.

Oh, she didn't have the qualifications for admission?

It was indeed this high school that didn't have the qualifications to take her as a student.

"Study well and go to class. Your luggage will be taken to your dormitory by the housekeeper, your dorm room is 202."

The headmaster was a kind old man; he didn't look down on Lu Qingyi.

The school was primarily for day students. There were very few students living in dorms, and the housekeeper would take their luggage to their rooms on registration day. The students would go back to tidy things up after class.

"Teacher Yang, this is Lu Qingyi, I've assigned her to your class."

The door to the principal's office was pushed open, and a young woman with glasses appeared.

"Oh." Yang Liu nodded nonchalantly, her gaze falling on Lu Qingyi, indifferent.

The girl was very beautiful, pleasant to look at. But Yang Liu knew that any student assigned to their class would likely not perform well academically.

"Lu Qingyi, right? I hope you can study well in Class 20."

Yang Liu earnestly said, looking at the girl.

Although Class 20 consisted of a group of children who didn't like to study, they were, nonetheless, a bunch of cute kids.

Lu Qingyi nodded but didn't speak.

"Everyone, please welcome the new classmate."

Pushing open the door of Senior Three Class 20, Yang Liu adjusted her glasses and spoke.

The students in Class 20 didn't possess the sense of urgency one would expect with final exams approaching; no one was eager to study.

There was the one sleeping, the one talking, the ones laughing and playing, the ones reading extracurricular books...

All sorts of things were occurring.

Lu Qingyi furrowed her brow; was Class 20 this bad?

"Wow, a beauty."

The noise level in the classroom increased rather than decreased. Someone in the crowd whistled with a clear provocative intent.

"Little sister, want to add me on WeChat?" The boys began to snicker.

"Little sister, come sit with me."

"Little sister, look at me."

"Hmm, so what if she's pretty? What's so great about that?"

Of course, there were also some discordant voices.

"Quiet."

Yang Liu clapped her hands, a hint of annoyance on her face.

The noise in the class gradually diminished, and then quiet was restored.

"Lu Qingyi, introduce yourself and then find a seat."

Yang Liu was a laid-back teacher and found few empty seats in Class 20.

"Lu Qingyi."

Her face was impassive, and after stating her name, she walked over to the last row by the window and sat down.

She liked sitting by the window.

"The final exams are near, aren't you even going to try for yourselves? You are all smart kids, please don't waste your time, okay?"

Yang Liu started her lesson, but then the noise began again. Annoyed, she threw down her chalk, her face full of disappointment.

All Class 20 students were good in every other aspect, except they didn't love to study. She was as tolerant as she could be, but everyone had a breaking point.

"Teacher, it's not that we don't want to learn, it's that we don't know how to learn."

Someone raised their hand weakly, their voice barely above a whisper.

Before Yang Liu arrived, their homeroom teacher was someone else, and every day had been filled with the echoes of negative remarks.

The previous homeroom teacher looked down on them.

"You're all useless and good-for-nothing, teaching your class is my unluckiest life... You can't even hold a candle to Class One."

Those humiliating words constantly slipped from his lips.

Students in their puberty are usually strong in self-esteem, and rebellious. Over time, their motivation was crushed.

Yang Liu came in the second semester of the second year, and they all liked this teacher.

They thought about studying, but they were too far behind in their work, not knowing where to start.

"As long as you want, I can help you catch up from first grade."

Yang Liu let out a small sigh.

The students all lowered their heads, not saying anything.

Lu Qingyi was observing this class with interest.

A united and loving group indeed.

But their performance was really poor.

"What's your relation with Lu Jiayue?"

Lu Qingyi rested her chin on her hand, pondering. Suddenly, a girl in front of her turned around curiously and asked.

She had seen Lu Qingyi and Lu Jiayue chatting at the school gate, and figured they must know each other well.

Lu Jiayue was recognized as a school goddess, beautiful, performed well academically, achieved grade 10 in piano... she had a multitude of talents...

"If I could, I'd hope that there was no relation."

Lu Qingyi casually pulled out a good-looking novel and started reading earnestly.

Bai Lianhua, huh.

"My gosh, I love your personality."

Jiang Yumeng suddenly covered her mouth, her expressions a bit exaggerated.

It's not clear how she could tell so much about Lu Qingyi's personality.

"My name is Jiang Yumeng, I'll tell you a secret, I actually don't like Lu Jiayue, I think she's too fake."

Jiang Yumeng leaned in closer to Lu Qingyi, whispering cautiously.

Indeed, Lu Jiayue was outstanding, and she acknowledged it.

But just because Lu Jiayue was excellent didn't mean she liked her.

She always felt that Lu Jiayue was fake, but she couldn't really pin down why.

Lu Qingyi gave Jiang Yumeng a meaningful look, her mood improving.

She looked at Jiang Yumeng, a soft smile playing on her lips.

This girl, she has good judgment.