It was a fact that Class 13’s students had poor grades.
However, this was the first time they truly felt like their dignity had been trampled underfoot.
Jiang Cheng, the so-called “top dog” of their grade, had been the one beaten up by Ye Shaohua the night before.
But even though Jiang Cheng got into fights, the school turned a blind eye.
After all, Jiang Cheng consistently ranked in the top three of the entire grade—completely different from Ye Shaohua and the rest of Class 13’s delinquents.
He was practically an academic god.
So, no matter the truth of what happened, since Jiang Cheng had been injured by Ye Shaohua and her group, the blame wouldn’t fall on him. Instead, it would all land on Ye Shaohua and her so-called “bad influence” friends.
Jiang Cheng was destined for a prestigious university—maybe even the provincial top scorer.
His record had to remain spotless, and First High School would never give him a serious disciplinary mark.
But for Ye Shaohua and her peers? They were already seen as trash, with a long list of demerits. If not for her father’s influence, Ye Shaohua would’ve been expelled long ago for her accumulated infractions.
Liu Longsheng, the teacher, grew impatient. “As expected, the students reflect their teacher. Mr. Wang, maybe you should just go home and farm. You’re doing nothing but wasting these kids’ futures.”
Ye Shaohua glanced at Mr. Wang, who was nervously offering cigarettes to the other two teachers on behalf of his students. Her eyes narrowed slightly.
She pulled out her phone and sent a text to a certain number.
The elite Rocket Class was on the first floor, while Class 13 was on the fifth.
Within two minutes, Jiang Cheng limped his way upstairs. “What do you want…?”
“Tch.” Ye Shaohua shot him a cold glare. “Shut up and talk.”
The truth was simple—Jiang Cheng had indeed been the one to provoke them first. And now, under Ye Shaohua’s icy pressure, he admitted it outright.
Liu Longsheng had nothing left to say.
But just as he was about to leave, Ye Shaohua spoke again. “Mr. Liu, shouldn’t you apologize to our class? And to our homeroom teacher?”
“Apologize? Was I wrong? Your class is just a bunch of societal rejects,” Liu Longsheng sneered. He had always looked down on Class 13 and despised Mr. Wang for his stubborn principles. “You even dare to take the college entrance exams? Every year, it’s your kind that drags down our school’s admission rates.”
“Apologize.” Ye Shaohua’s voice was flat, her gaze sharp and unyielding.
Liu Longsheng felt an inexplicable chill but scoffed. “Hah! When your class outperforms the Rocket Class, then I’ll apologize.”
“Fine.” Ye Shaohua’s lips curled slightly. “Vice Principal, you heard that.”
The vice principal could only think to himself—Is this girl out of her mind?
Two months. A bunch of delinquents trying to compete with the elite class?
No one took it seriously. Not even Mr. Wang or the rest of Class 13 believed Ye Shaohua was being genuine.
But Liu Longsheng and the vice principal’s words had stung deeply.
One by one, the students returned to their seats in silence.
And when they saw Ye Shaohua sitting down, pulling out a test paper, and working on it with complete focus—
The others followed suit. Even if they didn’t know how to solve the problems, they’d at least try.
If nothing else, we’ll fight for our pride!
When the English teacher walked in for the last class of the day, she was met with a sight even more studious than the Rocket Class.
She pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.
…..
“008, do you have any time-acceleration items I can use?” Ye Shaohua glanced at her classmates. The worst thing wasn’t others giving up on them—it was them giving up on themselves.
008 was shocked.
In other worlds, its host had been stingy even with a basic detox pill. Yet now, she was willing to spend points on people in a mission world?
How surreal.
[Yes. Low-tier Time Acceleration Space. Ratio: 10:1. One day outside equals ten days inside.]
“That’ll do.” Ye Shaohua did the math.
Two months until the college entrance exams.
With the time ratio, that would be twenty months—nearly two years.
Even a bunch of pigs could learn advanced math in that time.
[Ding! 300 points deducted. Two-month Time Acceleration item purchased!]
The effect only applied to Class 13 and activated when the class was collectively studying.
As time passed, the teachers stopped lecturing and focused on handing out practice tests. Given Class 13’s reputation, the teachers didn’t put much effort into explaining—just rushed through answers.
None of them noticed the students improving day by day.
Ye Shaohua didn’t join the evening self-study sessions. She had to go to her father’s company to start learning the ropes of business.
She left 008 to keep an eye on the class.
And thus, Class 13 experienced a new kind of fear—being micromanaged by their boss.
But since the original Ye Shaohua had never been involved in the company or studied finance, she couldn’t act too proficient.
She played the role of a complete beginner.
“Shaohua, I have a meeting,” Ye Guofu said, looking at his daughter with undisguised pride. “Follow Manager Shao and start familiarizing yourself with the company’s accounts and operations. Ask him if you have any questions.”
Manager Shao froze. “The young miss is joining the company?”
Outwardly, he remained professional, but inwardly, he groaned. He’d heard rumors during the day that the young miss wanted to learn management.
He just hadn’t expected the CEO to dump this mess on him so soon.
The young miss was a landmine—untouchable, unlike an ordinary intern. She had to be treated like royalty.
“Yes. Shaohua has always been quick to learn. She even won first prize in piano during middle school,” Ye Guofu boasted.
Manager Shao smiled politely but internally rolled his eyes.
That was years ago. Everyone knows what she’s like now—her head injury’s still fresh. Has she even touched a piano in three years?
The whole company had heard about her breakup with Meng Ze earlier that day.
“Young Miss, these are last quarter’s financial reports,” Manager Shao said, hiding his disdain. “Take a look, and let me know if anything’s unclear.”
The CEO’s stepdaughter was a natural at business—never studied management, yet even veterans couldn’t match her. She’d saved the company from multiple crises.
I wonder how the young miss will compare. He glanced at Ye Shaohua, who was already flipping through the ledger.
