Yao Zuizui returned to the immortal realm with an aching back, so furious that she nearly stomped the floor of her celestial palace to pieces while clutching her waist.
Suhei was truly a pervert.
Not only had he awakened her consciousness, but he had also kept her captive for ten years!
If his lifespan hadn’t been so limited, he probably would have kept her even longer.
She had been desperate to return to the immortal realm every single second—how miserable!
It wasn’t just about anything else—she missed the divine nectar, peach blossom wine, and sweet dumplings of the immortal realm so much!
Although He Si had started farming and raising pigs for her in a kingdom built by zombies in the apocalypse, it just didn’t taste the same.
And He Si was no saint either.
Whatever she ate from him during the day, he would take back from her at night.
So petty—his calculations were sharper than a merchant’s abacus.
Yao Zuizui couldn’t help but curse under her breath, her face flushing at the memories.
And when she thought about the four more realms she still had to visit, she almost wanted to throw off this heavy burden.
Screw this!
But she had boasted confidently to the Immortal Venerable back then.
Considering the life-saving grace he had shown her…
Even a drop of kindness deserved a fountain of gratitude, let alone a life-saving favor.
Gritting her teeth, Yao Zuizui decided that for the Immortal Venerable, even risking her life was worth it.
She wanted to see him, but the young disciple guarding the entrance stopped her.
The Immortal Venerable seemed to have encountered some obstacle in his cultivation—he hadn’t left his seclusion for days and refused to see anyone.
Worried but helpless, Yao Zuizui had no choice but to move on to the next realm.
She hoped to resolve the issue of the Great Demon King as soon as possible—the very thorn in the Immortal Venerable’s side that he often lamented about.
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**[New Realm: Campus]**
**[A Playful, Hot-Tempered Second-Generation Heir × A Ruthless, Silent Genius Girl]**
Yao Zuizui snapped back to reality and found herself cornered in a restroom by a group of girls.
A slight tilt of her head revealed sunlight spilling over the corridor railing outside, a stark contrast to the damp, dim interior of the restroom.
“Damn it, Chen Xiaoxiao! What the hell was that suggestion you made to the teacher?” A girl with her uniform slung over one shoulder planted a foot against the wall, chewing bubble gum aggressively.
She seemed to think this pose was cool, even shaking her leg cockily.
Yao Zuizui glanced at the wall and frowned.
It was filthy, covered in countless footprints.
She had to be careful not to dirty her clothes.
“Hey! Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear Sister Zhen talking to you?” A rough, boyish voice chimed in—a short-haired girl standing beside “Sister Zhen,” adding to the intimidation.
Yao Zuizui’s frown deepened.
What were these kids learning? Gangster behavior from TV dramas?
She stepped over Sister Zhen’s blocking leg and walked toward the exit, where the crowd was gathered. “Move. Class is about to start.”
“Oh, our class monitor wants to go to class~”
“Should we let her drink some water first or take off a few layers of clothes before she goes?”
“Hahaha, both sound great. Why not do both?”
“Agreed! Who told her to have designs on Young Master Ji?”
As they laughed, one girl brought over a cup of murky water scooped from who-knows-where, the black plastic cup coated in grime.
She marched straight toward Yao Zuizui.
Just as the group was reveling in their amusement, Yao Zuizui struck first.
She snatched the cup and poured its contents straight into Sister Zhen’s wide-open, laughing mouth.
Silence.
Sister Zhen choked violently, coughing up water and tears.
Yao Zuizui shook the empty cup with satisfaction before tossing it aside, glaring coldly at them. “I don’t like trouble, but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid of it.”
“And that so-called ‘Young Master Ji’ of yours? I couldn’t care less.”
With that icy remark, she stepped over Sister Zhen, who was still gasping on the floor, and walked out under their stunned gazes.
The moment she stepped out, she ran into Ji Zican leaning against the railing, smoking and eavesdropping—the very “Young Master Ji” who had sparked this whole mess.
Ji Zican, true to his name—
“Can” meaning “volcano.”
His temper was like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
When unprovoked, he was just a carefree, irresponsible second-generation heir.
But if you crossed him—
Congratulations, enjoy the last moments before the explosion.
At that moment, Ji Zican was watching her through a haze of smoke, a roguish smirk on his face.
His eyes were narrow and bright, carrying a dangerous, unsettling aura beneath the haze.
Though still a teenager, not yet fully matured, he already had the power to captivate every girl in school.
Ji Zican blew a small smoke ring at Yao Zuizui.
How interesting.
Who knew a rabbit could bite when cornered?
But what was that about “that so-called Young Master Ji”?
His reaction was slow, but when it finally hit him, his expression darkened.
Just as Yao Zuizui was wondering how to brush this off, a scapegoat appeared.
A boy with glasses thicker than beer bottles accidentally stepped on Ji Zican’s foot.
He apologized profusely.
Who could blame him?
Chen Xiaoxiao stood bathed in sunlight, her skin so pale it seemed translucent—enough to make anyone’s mind go blank for a second.
Ji Zican’s face was now in full eruption mode.
He crushed his cigarette underfoot and ground it into the floor, gritting his teeth as he ordered his lackeys, “After school, find someone to beat him up!”
……
Yao Zuizui walked past silently, pretending nothing had happened.
I didn’t see you, you didn’t see me.
Let’s just coexist peacefully.
But some people had other ideas.
No sooner had she returned to her seat than Ji Zican followed.
He flopped into his chair with exaggerated force, jolting Yao Zuizui’s desk several inches to the side.
She calmly adjusted it back, took out her textbook, and prepared for the next class without a word.
Ji Zican was her new deskmate.
This was also the reason those girls had targeted her.
Because it was Chen Xiaoxiao who had suggested this seating arrangement to the teacher—pairing the top student with the bottom-ranked student, the second with the second-to-last, and so on.
Chen Xiaoxiao was first. Ji Zican was last.
Naturally, they became deskmates.
The other girls suspected Chen Xiaoxiao had ulterior motives—using her position to get close to him.
Yao Zuizui sighed. Teenage girls’ minds were becoming harder to understand.
She glanced at Ji Zican, who had fallen asleep the moment class ended.
This idiot had nothing going for him except his looks.
Only girls who cared about nothing but appearances would fawn over him.
The bell rang.
Ignoring her drooling, dead-to-the-world deskmate, Yao Zuizui focused on the lesson.
After all, the school was owned by Ji Zican’s family—whether he paid attention or not didn’t matter.
But she was different.
She had to maintain her persona—the genius girl, the perpetual top student…
Ji Zican stirred groggily at the sound of the bell.
Nothing could wake him during class—not thunder, not teachers.
Only one thing could snap him awake instantly: the school bell.
Blinking sleepily, he remained slumped over his desk, his face turned toward his deskmate, Chen Xiaoxiao.
She was still diligently taking notes.
Her skin glowed under the light, a loose strand of hair resting gently by her ear. Her smooth forehead and soft cheeks almost made him reach out to touch her.
Sanity returned just in time.
Ji Zican might be a delinquent, but he wasn’t a creep.
Realizing he had almost crossed a line, he grew furious.
The volcano was about to erupt.
With no outlet for his anger, he directed it at Chen Xiaoxiao—the source of his frustration.
Why did she have to be so pale?
Why did her skin have to be so flawless?
Why did she have to sit next to him?
He propped himself up and kicked his feet onto the chair. “Hey! Do my homework for me!”
He tossed a blank workbook at her.
Yao Zuizui caught it and neatly placed it back on his empty desk.
“There’s no homework today.” Her voice wasn’t particularly bright—even carrying a hint of huskiness unusual for a girl—but it was oddly pleasant.
Ji Zican decided he liked textured things—even voices.
But that only made him angrier.
Even if he liked her voice, it didn’t stop his temper from flaring.
He threw the book back. “Then do tomorrow’s homework! Or yesterday’s!”
Truthfully, Ji Zican had never handed in homework before.
But…
Yao Zuizui smoothed out every crease in the workbook before tucking it slowly into her bag.
Ji Zican, whatever makes you happy.
Her silent compliance—not even a word of protest—only infuriated him further.
He erupted multiple times a day, but today felt like the worst yet.
No more sleeping. No more smoking.
He sat upright, plotting revenge against his deskmate.
For two whole classes, he resisted sleep, drawing strange looks from the teachers.
What was wrong with the young master today? He was actually awake?
Normally, Ji Zican lived by one rule: never sleep a second past the bell, never stay awake a second after class started.
But he ignored the stares.
Right now, he just wanted to vent.
Finally, he saw his chance.
Chen Xiaoxiao got up to fetch water.
When she returned, Ji Zican “accidentally” bumped into her with his shoulder.
How was she this fragile?
Had he really knocked her over with barely any force?
Yao Zuizui’s cup slipped, spilling water all over a nearby desk and soaking the books.
She herself landed hard on the floor, drawing gasps from the class.
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