Don't Lie to Me

Before Jiang You could respond, Tang Qiao muttered to herself, "That can't be. Although the poison you have is a little troublesome, but..."

"You know I was poisoned?!" Jiang You suddenly raised his head. His jaw was tense, and the cold blade was held to the inside of his arm, ready to act.

"Yes. I assessed your pulse when you were unconscious." Tang Qiao nodded. 

"Are you a doctor?"

"Technically, I'm a doctor without a medical license," Tang Qiao replied seriously.

Jiang You was momentarily speechless. It was a blurry silhouette before him. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, hiding a sinister smile beneath his youthful and innocent appearance.

He spoke softly, "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying," Tang Qiao assured him.

Jiang You didn't say anything more, but his tightly clenched hand slowly relaxed. The cold blade was still poised against his skin, like a sheathed dagger.

The following day, Tang Qiao deposited 800 yuan into her bank account. After settling her phone bill, she contacted her homeroom teacher to request leave.

The previous host wasn't poor. After being disowned by the Tang Family, her uncle had given her 50,000 yuan, but she had spent it all on an assortment of unnecessary bags and clothes. In her current financial situation, Tang Qiao sold the unopened bags at a discounted price, and they were quickly snapped up by eager buyers.

After sorting those useless bags and clothes, Tang Qiao decided to visit a barbershop. As soon as she entered, the hairstylist was taken aback by her dark green hair. He had seen many people with questionable hair colors, but this was his first encounter with such an unusual shade.

After taking a seat, Tang Qiao promptly stated her request, "Dye my hair black."

"Of course," the hairstylist replied, snapping back to attention.

Tang Qiao then pointed to her thick bangs and her waist-length hair. "Thin out the bangs and give me a short haircut."

The hairstylist signaled his agreement. "No problem!"

With a few expert snips, Tang Qiao's long hair was transformed into a stylish short haircut, and her once-thick bangs were now light and wispy, revealing her beautiful facial features. The stylist was impressed; he had initially perceived her as an average-looking girl, but her true beauty was now evident. Regretfully, he said, "You shouldn't hide your face behind those heavy bangs anymore. I'll throw in a free perm for your hair ends."

Indeed, attractive people were favored wherever they went.

Subsequently, the hairstylist provided Tang Qiao with a comprehensive hair transformation, including washing, cutting, blow-drying, dyeing, and perming. Her dark green, lengthy hair was replaced with short, black locks, adorned with gentle curls at the ends, resulting in a graceful and lightweight appearance. Her trimmed bangs were light and airy, accentuating her facial contours and presenting a playful and charming image.

The hairstylist gazed at his work with satisfaction, his smile radiant as a sunflower. 

Tang Qiao felt uplifted after her hairstyle transformation. She expressed her gratitude to the hairstylist and walked out of the salon.

March in Feng City offered delightful weather, with blue skies and drifting white clouds. Tang Qiao inhaled the fragrant air, her eyes forming gentle curves. In her lifetime, she had never experienced sickness or pain, and now, everything seemed delightful to her.

At a corner.

"Yan Feng?" Zheng Cheng lightly tapped Chu Yanfeng's arm, following his gaze. He inquired curiously, "What are you looking at... Oh? Someone is actually wearing Feng City First High School's uniform?"

In Feng City, it was common knowledge that Feng City First High School had the worst reputation, with students reluctant to be seen in their uniforms, deeming it embarrassing.

"But... this girl's figure is quite striking." Zheng Cheng observed as he watched Tang Qiao's retreating form and thoughtfully stroked his chin.

Chu Yanfeng withdrew his gaze and replied indifferently, "Let's go."

Simultaneously, in Tang Qiao's rented apartment, a shadow briefly passed by the window. Jiang You, seated by the window, gently knocked on the windowsill. After a moment, the tree shadows swayed as the figures disappeared.

On Friday at Feng City First High School.

Before the morning self-study session, Tang Qiao prepared breakfast for Jiang You. Then she changed into her school uniform, and shouldered her school bag as she headed to school.

Feng City First High School boasted a pleasant environment, with clean streets and vibrant flowers. Students strolled in groups of two or three, and occasional whispers filled the air.

"Wow! Where did this girl come from? She's stunning!"

Tang Qiao's lips twitched.

The discussions around her persisted. "This beauty even outshines our school's belle!"

"Let's go, let's go. Let's follow her to find out more!"

These students discreetly trailed Tang Qiao, observing her as she entered Sophomore Class 9.

As they exchanged puzzled glances, someone recalled, "Wasn't there a transfer student before? What was her name...?"

Another student chimed in, "Tang Qiao! Her name is Tang Qiao!"

Tang Qiao entered the classroom. Not only did the group trailing her remain astonished, but the entire Class 9 fell silent. Where has this enchanting young girl come from?