With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 83

“Principal, why are we standing guard at the school gate so early in the morning? With the senior year homeroom teacher on duty, there shouldn’t be any major issues with student discipline.”

The vice principal didn’t understand the principal’s actions. At this hour, they should be in their offices organizing paperwork or discussing future development plans for the school in their work group chat.

Not standing stiffly out here, braving the cold wind.

“Ahem, come closer.”

The principal coughed lightly and motioned for the vice principal to lean in.

“Last night, I got a call from an unknown number. The man said his daughter would be visiting the school today, and in return, he’d donate a library to us—as long as we treated his daughter well.”

The principal spoke in a hushed, mysterious tone.

“Oh? A scam call?”

The vice principal felt like he already knew how this would end.

Of course. The principal’s getting old, falling for such an obvious scam. Maybe it’s time for someone younger to take over that seat. Someone like me, who can lead the students toward a brighter future!

“No, no—our school’s public account actually received the funds for the library!”

“I knew it was a scam—wait, what? You’re serious? He actually donated?!”

The vice principal was stunned.

Now that’s a real tycoon—throwing around hundreds of thousands like it’s nothing.

“Yes, he’s incredibly generous. Just because his daughter wanted to visit, he dropped a full three million!”

The principal grinned like a crumpled chrysanthemum—ugly, but the sheer joy radiating from him was unmistakable.

Plenty of alumni donated to the school every year, but this was the first time someone casually tossed out three million for something so trivial.

“Oh… 300,000? That should be enough for a small one… Wait, did you say three million?”

“Absolutely. I checked the numbers myself—three million, not a digit less.”

Now the vice principal was “thrilled” to the point of trembling.

With the principal securing three million in funding for the school during his tenure, what kind of achievement is that? At this rate, will I even get a chance to sit in that chair in my lifetime?

“That’s… that’s just wonderful…”

“Right? So we’d better take good care of his daughter. No slip-ups allowed!”

……

“Miss, we’ve arrived.”

The bodyguard unfolded the wheelchair and gently lifted Luo Xinyu into it with practiced ease.

“So this is what schools look like now? Not much different from when I took the college entrance exams four years ago. Same familiar atmosphere.”

People always said that a life without experiencing the gaokao was incomplete. But for Luo Xinyu, even after taking the exams, her youth was still full of regrets.

The day of the gaokao was the only time she’d ever set foot in a school. After that, she never stepped into a campus again.

Honestly, the vibrant energy of high school was something she yearned for deeply. If only she had healthy legs—she could’ve made lifelong friends, bonded with classmates over shared interests…

“Brother Chen, you can push me now. Do you know where we’re headed?”

“Yes. Class 2-3, senior year.”

The bodyguard was as reliable as ever.

“Mm, take it slow. I want to see more of the school.”

They had entered through the back gate to avoid drawing attention.

She didn’t want to hear whispers like, “Look at her, she’s disabled—how weird!” or “Ugh, who does she think she is, rolling around in a wheelchair? Such a show-off.”

Human nature had a dark side. If someone surpassed others in any way, those left behind would mock and attack to cling to some cheap sense of superiority.

She never expected people to look at someone with a disability the same way they looked at anyone else.

But reality surprised her…

“Hey, that older sister looks hurt. She seems so mature, like one of the seniors. Should we go cheer her up? I heard senior year is super stressful, and she’s injured during such a critical time—she must be feeling awful.”

The words came from a wide-eyed freshman girl, her gaze as clear and kind as Luo Xinyu’s own. She’d surely grow into someone just as gentle.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go talk to her before class starts again!”

Her friend didn’t call her naive.

Under the values instilled by nine years of compulsory education, kindness and compassion were the basics.

As long as you weren’t blindly nice to people who’d done wrong, you weren’t being overly idealistic—just decent!

When Luo Xinyu saw the two girls approaching, she tensed slightly, bracing for mockery.

But then they said, “Big sis, here’s some snacks for you. Senior year is tough, and being sick makes it harder—but don’t give up, okay?”

Sometimes, kindness really did take physical form. And right then, Luo Xinyu saw it.

“Thank you!”

Even if they mistook her for a senior, their intentions were pure—and that was enough.

“Brother Chen.”

She glanced back at her bodyguard, who immediately understood, pulling two small pink gift boxes from his backpack.

“For you two~”

Luo Xinyu handed one to each girl.

“Oh no, we didn’t do this for a reward! You should keep them, sis!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

But Luo Xinyu insisted, pressing the gifts into their hands before signaling her bodyguard to move on.

These were all originally meant for Xia Yue, but after meeting such sweet kids, how could she not encourage them?

It was just two gifts—plenty left for Xia Yue. No big deal~

Then—

“Thank you, big sis!”

Are all high schoolers this pure?

From the back gate to the door of Class 2-3, nearly every student who saw her offered concern and encouragement—none of the mockery she’d feared.

Luo Xinyu, ever the soft-hearted, wanted to repay every act of kindness, to show them that good deeds really do bring good returns.

Sure, some might’ve just been after free gifts, treating her like a walking charity. But she didn’t care. Today, her heart was warm.

The world is so kind… or at least, high school students are!

That was Luo Xinyu’s conclusion.

…..

“Xia Yue, there’s a big sister here to see you!”

In Class 2-3, Xia Yue reluctantly pulled her hands away from Bai Xiaoqi’s cheeks, where she’d been teasing her mercilessly.

“A big sister? I don’t know any—wait… Could it be… Did Jiayin and Onii-chan get together?!”