Hedai Chuan looked at the constantly ringing phone on the desk with a sense of foreboding.
He picked up the phone and pressed the answer button, immediately hearing a panicked voice, "My lord, the company’s stock is plummeting, our system has been infiltrated by Black Hat, and the entire system is paralyzed."
The phone in Hedai Chuan’s hand dropped to the ground with a snap, and he stood there dazed. What kind of person had Jun Ye provoked to cause such terror?
The sun shone brightly, a gentle autumn breeze wafted by, and the streets were bustling with hurried pedestrians flowing ceaselessly.
Qin Yushen parked his car at the school gate and looked towards Song Yan Ning, "Call me if you need anything."
"Mm." Song Yan Ning smiled and nodded, grabbing her backpack as she pushed the door open and got out of the car, waving at Qin Yushen, "I’m going in now."
"Okay." Qin Yushen watched Song Yan Ning’s striking figure enter the schoolyard until she disappeared from sight, then he turned his gaze away and drove off.
"Do you guys know? A transfer student is joining our class today."
"Doesn’t First Middle School not accept transfer students?"
"I heard that the student passed the school’s entrance exam, so the school made an exception."
"Is the transfer student a boy or a girl?"
"It seems to be a girl—hopefully, she won’t drag down our class’s average looks."
Song Yan Ning glanced at the class sign at the door and walked in.
Noticing someone entering, the chatting classmates turned their heads to look and became silent all at once when they saw Song Yan Ning.
Everyone stared dumbfounded at Song Yan Ning. She was too beautiful—next to her, the school’s top beauty was a joke.
Song Yan Ning seemed unaware of the scrutinizing eyes on her and walked to the back of the classroom, sitting down in an empty seat.
"You can’t sit here," said a boy in front of Song Yan Ning, turning his head to look at her with a shy face.
"Is anyone sitting here?" Song Yan Ning looked around and noticed that besides this seat, there were two others empty. She preferred sitting at the back, as it was quiet and didn’t draw attention, which she liked during her elementary and middle school years.
The boy blushed and shook his head, "No, it’s Young Master Cheng’s rule." He had never spoken to such a beautiful girl before.
"Young Master Cheng?" Song Yan Ning raised an eyebrow and looked at the tall figure approaching her, nearly one meter ninety in height, with a cold face.
The boy sitting in front of her immediately felt a chill and stiffly turned his head to look at Cheng Feng beside him, "Cheng...Young Master Cheng..."
Cheng Feng glanced coldly at the boy, then turned to Song Yan Ning, "Please, take another seat."
"Is this your seat?" asked Song Yan Ning.
"No." Cheng Feng shook his head.
"Since it isn’t, this will be my spot from now on," Song Yan Ning stated, then ignored Cheng Feng and began to organize her textbooks.
"I don’t like anyone sitting next to me, especially girls," Cheng Feng said coldly.
"Then you can change seats," Song Yan Ning put her pencil case on the desk and started to flip through her Chinese textbook.
"You!" Cheng Feng was at a loss for words.
"Move a bit, don’t block my view," Song Yan Ning glanced at Cheng Feng.
Cheng Feng wanted to say more, but the bell for morning self-study rang out, forcing him to helplessly return to his own seat. There were still plenty of days ahead—he’d make sure to move Song Yan Ning to another seat.
The class teacher walked in with her books, scanning everyone before her gaze settled on Song Yan Ning, "Song Yan Ning, come to the front, please."