Jiang didn’t bother to look carefully at the blackboard.
She couldn’t understand it, so she just blindly wrote down an answer—at least her attitude was serious, right?
Math Teacher: “…..“ This person, is he mentally challenged… or just provoking me?!
The Math Teacher’s face ballooned like it was about to burst, his skin turning a deep purple, looking like a round eggplant.
“Hehe… it seems Jiang Nuan didn’t really pay attention in class.”
“This is the first time; sit down.” The Math Teacher gave Jiang Miao a sinister look, angrily forcing a laugh.
First time, huh.
Jiang’s dark eyes settled calmly.
She leisurely sat down and shamelessly said, “Teacher, please hurry up with the lesson. The other students are waiting to learn.”
Classmates: ……
Math Teacher: …… That’s enough!
The lesson passed, and Jiang An was called upon to answer questions twice, while Lin Lulu only once.
The bell rang for recess, and the Math Teacher’s venomous gaze was bright red.
Jiang An, slender arms clutching her books, deliberately detoured to the back door.
With a strange tone, he said, “Jiang Nuan, your performance really disappoints me—if this continues, you’ll have to study outside the classroom.”
Jiang Wencheng Heng: “Thank you for the reminder, Teacher.”
The Math Teacher sneered coldly. He had never seen such a terrible student!
After class, the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became lively. Lin Lulu immediately hurried to Jiang Miao’s desk, her expression serious.
“Jiang Miao, how are you? The writing on the blackboard has spiritual contamination.”
Staring too long at the blackboard’s writing would turn it into a confusing language.
When you tried to think about it, the characters seemed to come alive and burrow into your brain, causing dizziness.
Jiang Nuan felt nothing.
Realizing the blackboard’s words were spiritually contaminated, she simply stopped looking at it since she couldn’t understand it anyway.
“….” Lin Lulu: “Is that why you picked A for the fill-in-the-blank question?”
She opened her mouth, but eventually could only helplessly remind her, “Next time, don’t answer randomly—it’s too dangerous.”
Jiang An nodded compliantly. “I’ll try.”
Lin Lulu looked at her suspiciously, as if she didn’t really believe her.
She changed the subject: “Even the blackboard’s writing is a source of contamination. No wonder these students all get polluted and assimilated.”
If the characters themselves were contaminated, then the entire school being polluted was understandable. The few students who remained clear-headed—
The NPC students in class gathered in groups of three or five, chatting animatedly. The whole classroom was drowned in a noisy, chaotic atmosphere.
Jiang An and Lin Lulu exchanged a glance and wordlessly separated. Jiang An headed straight toward Wu Chenyu.
Wu Chenyu quietly kept an eye on Jiang An and Lin Lulu with her peripheral vision.
When Jiang An walked toward her, she bit her lip and quickly grabbed the arm of a student to block Jiang An’s path.
Jiang An halted.
Wu Chenyu deliberately avoided her.
Jiang An didn’t pursue; she hesitated a moment, then turned to blend into a group of girls chatting nearby.
Several girls stood together, talking about the upcoming final exams.
Jiang An overheard a bit and naturally joined in: “Have the invigilating teachers been assigned? Who’s invigilating for our class?”
“I think it’s the Geography Teacher next door…” a round-faced girl answered instinctively, then realized Jiang An was there, confusion flickering in her eyes.
Jiang An’s lips twitched. “Is the Geography Teacher strict?”
The girl’s confusion quickly faded as if she’d automatically accepted Jiang An’s presence. “Not too bad… I’m not sure. I’ll ask my friend; she’s in the next class.”
“Great.” Jiang An nodded in agreement.
NPC students didn’t find it unusual to interact with a ‘transfer student’ like her during breaks.
Elsewhere, Lin Lulu also successfully joined a conversation group.
Jiang An managed the chat while keeping her eyes on all directions.
She caught a glimpse of the brooding boy in the front row standing up, seemingly wanting to leave the classroom.
No sooner had he moved than a girl sitting behind him—who often led the mockery—stood up too, like a signal. Three other boys and a girl quickly gathered around.
The group of five didn’t stop the boy from leaving but followed closely behind, joking and laughing.
Jiang An’s eyes flickered slightly. Seemingly casually, she asked the new chat group: “Who’s that student—”
Group member 1: “That’s Zhang Wen… You wouldn’t forget her name, right? Her presence is low-key, but you can’t forget her altogether.”
“Now I remember,” Jiang An said. “Those five people are close with him?”
Group member 2, the round-faced girl, suddenly lowered her voice: “Don’t pay attention to them… just pretend you didn’t see.”
The other group members’ expressions grew complicated. A certain emotion surged beneath their eyes, then was quickly covered by numbness.
Jiang An: “Got it, thanks.”
She quietly exited the chat group and caught up with the five.
There were five minutes until class. The corridor bustled with people.
Jiang An watched as Zhang Wen lingered near the boys’ bathroom door, pacing twice, then glanced back at the five-person group and grit her teeth before entering the girls’ restroom.
Jiang An: “? 2”
She stopped at the restroom door, looked up carefully at the sign, confusion crossing her face.
Her perception was so disordered she misread the symbol?
… Could it be that here, the ones wearing skirts were the boys?
She was stunned for a moment, then the five rushed into the girls’ restroom. It was so packed it seemed like a unisex bathroom filled with people.
Jiang An fell silent for a few seconds, braving the psychological pressure, and followed inside.
Once inside, she saw several girls hurriedly leaving.
This was definitely the girls’ restroom!
“Zhang Wen, did you ask what I told you to yesterday?!” A harsh, pressuring voice echoed.
Jiang An stepped into the open area outside the stalls and saw the five cornering Zhang Wen near the mop storage.
Zhang Wen shrank in the corner, trembling, lips moving but no sound coming out. Her gaze drifted far away as if seeing Jiang An, and intense fear exploded in her eyes.
Jiang An thought Zhang Wen would plead for help. But no. Zhang Wen remained silent, staring fixedly at her.
Jiang An furrowed her slender brows and knocked on the stall door, trying to make some noise to gain a bit of presence.
“Hey! I’m talking to you! Zhang Wen, did you ask or not?!” The leader of the girls completely ignored Jiang An as if she were invisible.
Zhang Wen seemed pushed to the limit and shook her head.
“Didn’t ask? Then why not? Aren’t you close with him? Why not ask? Are you messing with me?!” The girl scolded sharply.
Jiang An caught one key word—“him.”
There was another “him” involved.
“Hey—” Jiang An waved her hand, about to step forward and intervene in the brewing bullying. Suddenly, a figure rushed over and forcefully pushed away the girls pressing on Zhang Wen. Her voice was soft but she struggled to sound firm: “What are you doing?! I’m calling the teacher!”
It was as if the plot automatically loaded; Jiang An suddenly became an outsider, like a “third-person perspective,” calmly watching the unfolding scenes.
The brave girl confronted the group of five, who finally left in frustration. Zhang Wen collapsed weakly on the floor, and the girl softly comforted her.
“Wenwen, don’t be afraid… it’s okay now…”
“Next time if they bother you again, just tell me…”
“…”
Jiang An stood with her arms crossed, her presence even less than a breeze.
No, not completely invisible… someone was paying attention to her.
Jiang An lowered her eyes, locking gaze with Zhang Wen, who silently stared back.
“Wenwen, don’t be afraid, I’m always here.”
“… I’ll help you. Next time if this happens again, we’ll tell the teacher immediately!”
If Jiang An hadn’t been there, this might have been a heartwarming scene.
The class preparation bell had already rung. The girl helped Zhang Wen to stand.
After Jiang An’s arrival, Zhang Wen glanced quickly and deeply at her—a look mixing terror and confusion.
Jiang An: “What do you want to say to me?”
The two people ahead stopped. The girl looked back confused: “Classmate, are you talking to me?”
“… What, can you see her too?” Jiang An was speechless.
The girl holding Zhang Wen only saw the terror in her eyes nearly spilling over. Zhang Wen’s tall figure shrank behind the girl’s slender back, hiding her face… treating Jiang An like a raging beast.
Jiang An was silent for a moment. “Sorry, I was mistaken.”
Behind them, Jiang An saw the girl enter Class Seven (Grade Three).
The class bell had already rung once. Jiang An arrived late.
The English Teacher on stage glared fiercely at her.
Jiang An ignored her and followed Zhang Wen with her gaze.
Zhang Wen walked back to her seat and was about to sit down, but then clearly saw something and froze.
She tightly gripped the corner of her clothes but eventually sat down.
The moment she sat, suppressed laughter came from the back row.
“Quiet!” The English Teacher slammed twice on the podium.
Lin Lulu turned her head and silently mouthed two words—
“Glue.”
Zhang Wen’s chair had been glued.
Jiang An lowered her eyelids. This was a classic case of vicious school bullying.
But this place was a nest of insects… why would the queen insect stage such a scene?
The queen insect’s perverse amusement? Or was it another method of spiritual contamination…
The English Teacher continued the lesson, her mood sour. Her hateful gaze swept repeatedly over the students, her chalk markings nearly piercing the blackboard.
Jiang An was distracted and took out her English book. She flipped it open and her gaze stiffened—
The English book had been tampered with. Behind the book cover was a slipped-in note—
【Little L Zhang Wen】