Young Lady With Eighth-Grader Syndrome

Teacher Li, responsible for teaching Chinese, scoffed as she looked through Bai Chuwei's information on the register. The page was blank and there was no mention of her previous schools or grades. She wondered how the girl managed to sneak her way into their school.

Teacher Li furrowed her brows and muttered to herself. "Could it be that her results are so lackluster that she did not want to bring that information along? I'd like to see what kind of troublemaker this new student is!"

In fact, she was a little anxious. If Bai Chuwei was a bad student, she might end up having her bonus deducted because of her.

Just then, Teacher Li saw Zhou Feng returning to his desk and opened her mouth to say hello. However, the files in Zhou Feng's hands dropped at that moment and he collapsed.

"Teacher Zhou, what's wrong? Please wake up! Someone help, please!"

*

After the lesson ended, the students in class had all enthusiastically started a conversation with Bai Chuwei.

All of a sudden, a tall and handsome figure entered from outside while holding a large pile of new books and placed it by Bai Chuwei's feet.

He wiped the sweat on his forehead and said with a smile, "Student Bai, these are the new books I collected on your behalf. I hope that you can integrate into our class as soon as possible."

This person was… Xu Xingchen

The surrounding female students shrieked in excitement. A handsome and gentlemanly man was someone they admired the most!

Bai Chuwei revealed a polite smile on her beautiful face. Based on her memories of the original novel, the original owner entered Henghua Secondary School as an adopted daughter. She had no parents to care for her since childhood and her foster parents were not exactly kind. As a result, the male lead's actions had instantly won her favor and affection.

Unfortunately, Xu Xingchen's motive was only to maintain his image of a kind and warmhearted person in front of the students. Moreover, he did not see them as his classmates, but instead, as his future network of contacts.

Therefore, the students at present were merely the male lead's tools.

Bai Chuwei calmly thanked him in response to his help.

The smile on Xu Xingchen's face stiffened slightly. He had not expected Bai Chuwei to be so aloof. Neither did she show any surprise nor did she blush like any normal girl would do in a situation like this.

Bai Chuwei casually flipped through the Chinese textbook which she had picked up and her expression suddenly turned strange.

She then commented in an absent-minded way. "I hadn't expected students these days to memorize the poems that I wrote in the past."

Duan Xingye had an astonished expression on his face and he stretched his neck to take a look. "Huh? You wrote this 'Mountain Temple Paradise'?"

Bai Chuwei nodded. She had lived for five thousand years and people in the olden days were fond of writing poems and lyrics. As a result, she had also written some, but who would have known that a poem she casually wrote, had become an essential text for students to know…

A tall girl with a ponytail, sneered and said, "Ha. Nowadays, people don't even need to prepare a draft before they brag. This widely recognized poem has now become yours? Why don't you claim to know Li Dabai, as well?"

Bai Chuwei recalled the past and nodded in acknowledgement. "I do know him. We were friends in the past." He always loved to pull her along to drink and write poems once they were drunk.

Everyone else: …

Everyone else: …

Could it be that their new classmate had the Eighth-Grader Syndrome?

The girl in the ponytail revealed a disgusted gaze and internally scolded Bai Chuwei to be an idiot.

She couldn't help but ridicule her. "Tsk, that's enough. You might as well say that the classic1 'Memory of the Mountain Moonlight' was written by you?

Bai Chuwei quirked her brows and flipped the textbook to the last few pages. She was honestly stunned.

She had not descended the mountains for mere twenty years, but people nowadays were regarding the eunuch novel that she randomly wrote two hundred years ago, as a top-ranked classic? It was now a must-read classic in the country??