Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack
Chapter 247 - 230: Luo Qianqian, when did you change your name to Nameless?

Chapter 247: Chapter 230: Luo Qianqian, when did you change your name to Nameless?

The day the results of the four-school joint exam were released, Luo Qianqian was especially excited, wondering what level she was at within her school. However, in the end, her name was nowhere to be found. Luo Qianqian couldn’t help but feel elated, could it be that she had secured first place again?

Then, Xiu Xian took out a test paper "The one without a paper, when did you change your name to Anonymous? Didn’t even fill in your name on the scantron?" he said, staring straight at Luo Qianqian.

Luo Qianqian was stunned, "Huh?"

"So, I’m honored to tell our classmates that our class’s Anonymous scored first in the four-schools exam, still smart enough to write down the school and class, so not entirely dumb." Xiu Xian, with not a hint of dissatisfaction but rather a proud look, added, "Fortunately, this Anonymous writes neatly. One look and it’s obvious whose paper it is, right, Luo Qianqian?"

Luo Qianqian frowned and thought for a long time before she finally realized there had been an issue with her name code that day, which was different from what she remembered, so she didn’t fill it in, thinking to ask the teacher afterwards. Who’s name in AB format could have three totally different codes? So she didn’t fill it out.

"Teacher, there was a problem with my name code." Luo Qianqian pointed to the code on the classroom wall and whispered, "My name only has two characters, so why are the codes for the same two characters different? I didn’t fill them in."

"Is that so?" Xiu Xian was taken aback, quickly walked to the wall, and looked at the name codes, "Luo Qian, Shui? Who’s the creative one here?"

"See, it’s my fault, right?" Luo Qianqian said with a helpless face, "Just be Anonymous then, probably it’s the Will of Heaven."

"Well, considering you did well in the exam, I’ll forgive you," Xiu Xian nodded in satisfaction, "Anonymous, go to the Chinese department after class, the Chinese teacher said there’s a reward."

Luo Qianqian nodded and sat down, whispering, "Probably an apple, right?" In her heart, the Chinese teacher was nearly as kind-hearted as the old lady selling apples.

"Anonymous, please give your award acceptance speech," Pei Yuhao said as he rolled up his book and placed it in front of Luo Qianqian.

"Cough, cough, first of all, I’d like to thank the organization for its cultivation and trust, and I will surely continue to strive and be a better Anonymous! To break through the vast heavens!" Luo Qianqian said with a serious face.

"Anonymous, look here, smile!" Pei Yutian made a camera gesture with his hands and called out to Luo Qianqian.

Unnoticed, the classroom had become silent, and Luo Qianqian turned her head and struck a cool pose.

"Click, click," Pei Yutian cooperated perfectly.

"Luo Qianqian! Pei Yuhao! The three of you, get out!" Hearing the crisp voice, Xiu Xian threw a piece of chalk, hitting Pei Yutian on the forehead.

"Why not say my name and then hit me?" Pei Yutian, rubbing his forehead, said with dissatisfaction.

"Teacher, I was wrong, let them go out by themselves," Luo Qianqian said unscrupulously.

"Stay at the back of the classroom, all three of you," Xiu Xian waved his hand and began discussing the test papers.

Luo Qianqian, holding her doodling notebook, trailed behind the others to a table at the back, where they kept their coats, and began playing Pictionary.

"Having fun?" After class, Xiu Xian walked up to the three, looking at Luo Qianqian’s still open notebook and shook his head, "You’re in ninth grade, it’s time to start getting serious; don’t always think about playing. Anonymous has the potential to get into Experimental High School, how about the two of you?"

Luo Qianqian obediently closed her notebook; she knew it wasn’t targeting her.

"Stop pretending to be good, hurry to the Chinese department," Xiu Xian said, watching Luo Qianqian enjoy the spectacle, frowning while rubbing his temples.

Luo Qianqian stuck out her tongue and shamelessly ran off.

"If you want to play together in the future, you have to get into the same high school first, or they’ll have forgotten you by the time they graduate from high school," Xiu Xian said meaningfully, "And, don’t get into those early romance things. It’s almost time for Milu’s Birthday Festival; don’t lead our best performing Class Nine into early romance."

"Teacher, you know what kind of person Qianqian is; we’ve been playing together for three years, if there were something, it would’ve been there already," Pei Yutian said with a grin.

Xiu Xian snorted coldly, "It’s probably because they don’t fancy you guys. Studying hard is what’s real, especially you, Pei Yuhao. Don’t think I don’t know about the girls always watching you. If you get into early romance, I’ll call your dad."

Pei Yuhao had a disgusted expression, "Teacher, I like mature women, not these milk-smelling kiddos."

"Hmph, your performance in this exam was barely satisfactory, just meeting your parents’ expectations," Xiu Xian said as he turned and walked away, leaving behind these words after a few steps.

"Parents’ expectations?" Pei Yuhao and Pei Yutian looked at each other in bewilderment, "Could it be...?"

"Let’s go and check the overall results!" Pei Yutian exclaimed excitedly.

"No need to look, it was just barely enough, we are far behind Qianqian," said Li Qi, eyeing the crowded podium. When had their class started to care so much about grades? It seemed to have started with a few of them, right?

"Yes, Qianqian is not someone we can compare with," sighed Xia Qi on the side.

Li Qi seemed thoughtful but said nothing.

"No way, we have to go to Experimental High School, or won’t the gap just keep widening? After we go to university, won’t Qianqian not recognize us anymore?" Pei Yuhao shook his head, "We are good friends for three years, and will be in the future too."

"I might still have a chance, you? You’re dreaming," Pei Yutian struck him down.

——

"Anonymous, you’re here," the language teacher greeted Luo Qianqian with a smile, handing her an envelope, "Manuscript fee."

"Huh?" Luo Qianqian looked at her teacher in surprise.

"This wasn’t my decision, it was submitted by the grading teacher, didn’t expect it to come so quickly," the teacher smiled at Luo Qianqian, "Congratulations on your great performance again."

Luo Qianqian was slightly startled and blurted out, "Thank you for the organization’s cultivation."

Seeing the puzzled look on the language teacher’s face, she quickly corrected herself, "It’s because of the teacher’s good teaching."

"Class is about to start, help me take these papers to the classroom," Luo Qianqian nodded, but did not move.

"No apples today, only bananas," the language teacher, knowing the reason from Luo Qianqian’s expression as she had always given her apples at the office, smiled and took out a banana.

Luo Qianqian scratched her head, visibly embarrassed, "Teacher, I didn’t mean that, keep it for yourself, I’m just used to... I mean, teacher, I’ll bring you an apple tomorrow. I’ve been eating your apples for so long, tomorrow I’ll buy you a box," she said, patting her manuscript fee.

"Haha, take it then," the language teacher nodded approvingly, "I don’t need yours, eat more yourself," she said, taking an apple out of the drawer.

Luo Qianqian blinked at the apple in front of her, and after a moment, she understood something and smiled sweetly, "Thank you, teacher, your student will remember this in her heart."

A does not like eating eggs and always gives them to B.

At first, B was very grateful, but over time, she became accustomed to it.

Once accustomed, it became an entitlement.

So, when one day A gave the egg to C, B was upset.

She forgot that the egg was originally A’s to give to whomever she wanted. Because of this, they had a huge fight and stopped talking forever.

She, Luo Qianqian, is not someone who forgets kindness. She was well aware that the apple was from the teacher, and if one day it was not given, she would not hold a grudge, nor was she unable to afford apples; it had just become too much of an expectation. Luo Qianqian quietly reflected on whether her essay was too oppressive, as it was supposed to be about friendship, and she had casually written about a falling out and reconciliation with a friend.

The language teacher is really a good person, she was worried about her.

Happy and with a heart soaring, she hugged the papers and the manuscript fee and headed to class.