The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

When I returned to the classroom of Class 10, Grade 1, the atmosphere in the classroom was a bit strange.

As soon as I entered, a heavy, oppressive atmosphere hit me.

In the back corner, Liu Xiaoyan lay on her desk, her shoulders heaving. It has to be said that this girl has some acting skills; she controlled her crying very well, not too loud or too soft, just enough for everyone around to hear, but not enough to disturb the good students studying in the front row.

She was surrounded by a whole circle of boys.

Some people handed out tissues, some offered gentle words of comfort, and others clenched their fists indignantly, as if striking the air at the culprit who had made the goddess weep.

Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow.

Is this a memorial service?

As the beauty icon of Class 10 besides Pei Ningxue, Liu Xiaoyan certainly has the looks to back it up.

That innocent, harmless face, coupled with her tearful appearance, was enough to fool these naive high school students.

No wonder that idiot Li Jiahao isn't even on the list.

The sycophants surrounding him could fill several mahjong tables; someone of Li Jiahao's caliber wouldn't even qualify for a number.

"Don't cry, Xiaoyan. It's not worth being sad over someone like that."

"Exactly, Chen Zhi is only good at academics, his character is terrible."

"I'm going to find the teacher right now. This kind of bullying of girls must be publicly criticized!"

Chen Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth, too lazy to pay attention to this group of brain-dead Boiling Sheep, and walked straight through the aisle back to his seat.

Pei Ningxue, who sat at the same table, sat quietly in her seat with her back straight.

He was holding a thick book in his hands, engrossed in reading it.

She looked so serious; anyone who didn't know better would have thought she was studying some kind of homework.

If it weren't for her earlobes, which were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, Chen Zhi would almost have believed it.

Chen Zhi's gaze passed over Pei Ningxue's shoulder and landed on the pages of the book.

It was a bold, black title line, accompanied by several pink heart illustrations.

My Aloof and Academically Genius Deskmate: The School Heartthrob's Gentle Pampering

Chen Zhi: "..."

Good guy.

Pei Ningxue was engrossed in reading, her finger poised to turn the page, completely unaware that someone had appeared behind her.

"cough."

Chen Zhiqing cleared his throat, deliberately lowering his voice to mimic the tone of the book.

"Woman, is this book good?"

"Hmm!"

Pei Ningxue shuddered violently, and the book in her hand almost flew out of her hand.

She reacted extremely quickly, instantly closing the book and stuffing it into the desk piled high with test papers, her movements fluid and seamless.

After doing all this, she turned around, still shaken.

That usually icy pretty face was now visibly heating up.

Her slender neck, her ears, and her fair cheeks were all flushed red.

"When...when did you get back?"

Pei Ningxue's voice trembled, her usual aloof persona shattered, and her beautiful eyes darted around in a panic, unable to look at Chen Zhi.

"Just got back, right when you saw the male lead pinning the female lead against the wall."

Chen Zhi pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at her with a teasing expression. "I didn't expect that, Pei, you'd like this kind of thing? 'My Cold and Aloof Academic Desk Mate'? That title sounds familiar. Is it based on us?"

Pei Ningxue's face turned even redder, so red it was almost steaming.

She bit her lip and glared fiercely at Chen Zhi.

This glance wasn't particularly offensive; instead, it carried a hint of feigned anger, making Chen Zhi's heart itch with desire.

I don't want to talk to you.

Pei Ningxue snorted, quickly stuffed the romance novel into the desk drawer, then pulled out a serious English textbook (compulsory course 1), spread it out on the table, and pretended to memorize vocabulary.

Chen Zhi knew when to stop and didn't tease her any further.

He took his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it skillfully, and tapped the icon with a black background and white musical notes.

Douyin.

In 2018, Douyin was experiencing a period of rapid and unbridled growth.

On the screen, all sorts of cheesy videos, technically proficient camera work, and catchy background music come rushing in.

Looking at the somewhat inexperienced internet celebrities on the screen, Chen Zhi suddenly felt a sense of absurdity and unreality.

Just last year, Yin Fu Dian Dong completed its Series E financing.

Although diluted through several rounds of financing, the 30% stake he acquired in the Series C round has now become 24.82%.

That sounds like too little.

But at this point in time, it is still a terrifying number.

It's worth noting that in the recently concluded Series D and Series E rounds, top international financial giants like Sequoia Capital and CCB invested billions of US dollars, yet only acquired a 9% stake.

His shareholding is even slightly higher than that of the founder, Zhang Yiming.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, he had long ago entrusted all voting rights for this portion of the shares to Zhang Yiming.

To avoid disrupting the normal development of Douyin, what he needs to do at this moment is to refrain from interfering with any decisions and let the notes continue on their original trajectory.

He only needs to be a quiet, unremarkable billionaire.

"Why……"

Chen Zhi looked at his phone screen and couldn't help but sigh.

Is this the trouble of the rich?

Despite being worth billions, he still has to worry about the monthly exam... Oh wait, he doesn't seem to need to worry about the monthly exam, after all, he's a true academic genius.

Just as Chen Zhi was immersed in the Versailles-like feeling of "I'm awesome but I can't say it," a shadow suddenly loomed over his seat.

Immediately following was a question uttered with suppressed anger.

"Chen Zhi, do you think you're very funny?"

Chen Zhi's finger stopped on the screen, just as he was scrolling through a video of a girl performing a hand gesture dance.

He slowly raised his head.

Standing in front of his desk was a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Chen Zhi quickly searched his memory.

I don't remember much.

"What's up?"

Chen Zhi leaned back lazily in his chair, his fingers still idly scrolling across his phone screen.

That attitude of completely disregarding the other person instantly ignited the anger in the boy's heart.

"Chen Zhi!"

The boy slammed his hand on the table, making a loud noise.

The commotion instantly drew the attention of the entire class.

The men who had been surrounding Liu Xiaoyan turned around, and even Pei Ningxue, who had been burying her head in the sand like an ostrich, quietly put down her English book and looked over with some concern.

"I originally thought that since you were the top scorer in the high school entrance exam, your character should at least be decent."

The boy pointed at Chen Zhi's nose, his voice excited and full of righteous indignation.

"I never imagined you were such a hypocrite!"

Chen Zhi: "???"

He slowly typed a question mark.

What's going on here?

Are middle school students these days so dramatic?

"No, buddy."

Chen Zhi turned off his phone screen and casually tossed it onto the table.

He leaned forward, crossed his hands on the table, and looked at the boy in front of him with great interest, whose face was flushed.

"Do I even know you? You're throwing such a huge accusation at me right off the bat. Did I dig up your ancestral graves or steal your eggs?"

Stop pretending!

Seeing that Chen Zhi still seemed indifferent, the boy became even more furious.

He turned around, pointed at Liu Xiaoyan who was still sobbing in the back row, and loudly accused her, "Xiaoyan is such a kind girl, why did you humiliate her in public? Do you know how much your words hurt a girl?"

"oh--"

Chen Zhi drew out the words, then suddenly realized.

So he's Liu Xiaoyan's second simp.

The students around them began to whisper among themselves.

The way the uninformed onlookers looked at Chen Zhi changed.

After all, Liu Xiaoyan cried so pitifully, while Chen Zhi acted so carefree and irresponsible; the contrast between the two was too obvious.

"Yeah, that's going too far."

"I never expected Chen Zhi to be this kind of person..."

"You can know a person's face but not their heart."

Hearing the surrounding chatter, the boy's expression became even more smug, and he straightened his back even more.

His name is Zhao Lei, and he is the class's academic representative.

He had liked Liu Xiaoyan for a long time, although it was just a crush. But when he saw his goddess being wronged, he felt he had to stand up for her.

By stepping on Chen Zhi, the top scorer in the high school entrance exam, to rise to power, he could not only help his goddess vent her anger but also establish his authority in front of the whole class—a double win.

Chen Zhi looked at the ordinary man in front of him, who was spitting as he spoke, and found it all amusing.

These days, why do all sorts of people want to climb over him to get ahead?

Hasn't that Boiling Sheep learned his lesson yet?

"Are you done talking?"

Chen Zhi picked at his ear, and that contemptuous attitude made the boy's face turn a deep purplish-red.

"What kind of attitude is this! Apologize! You have to go and apologize to Xiaoyan!" Zhao Lei pressed aggressively.

Chen Zhi slowly stood up.

His height of 1.83 meters instantly put pressure on Zhao Lei, who was only a little over 1.7 meters tall.

Zhao Lei instinctively took a half step back, swallowing hard. "You... what do you want to do? Trying to hit someone? Let me tell you, this is a classroom..."

"Would I hit you?"

Chen Zhi chuckled, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He took a step forward, staring intently into Zhao Lei's eyes.

"Zhao Lei, right? You seem to be the class monitor, aren't you?"

"Since you're so keen on upholding justice, did you even bother to find out the background information?"

"Do you know about that Liu Xiaoyan who scams people out of money through online dating?"

"Did you know that she was stringing people along while also being a gold digger?"

With each question Chen Zhi asked, he took a step closer, forcing Zhao Lei to take a step back, his momentum visibly waning.

"I...I don't know...but that's no excuse for you to curse me..." Zhao Lei was still being stubborn, but his voice was clearly weak.

"You dare to spout nonsense without knowing anything about it?"

Chen Zhi's eyes turned cold.

"Ignoring the facts and just talking about emotions, is that it?"

"Since you enjoy playing the protector of women so much, why don't you find out what Liu Xiaoyan calls me on QQ?"

Chen Zhi looked at Zhao Lei with a mocking expression.

"She calls me husband."

"What, you want to be my son?"

"puff--"

Someone nearby couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Immediately afterwards, the whole class burst into laughter.

Zhao Lei's face instantly turned from red to white, then from white to green. He opened his mouth, pointed at Chen Zhi, and stammered for a long time, unable to utter a single complete sentence.

This is a lot of information.

Does Liu Xiaoyan call Chen Zhi "husband"?

What does Zhao Lei's behavior mean? Is he rushing to acknowledge someone as his father?

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoyan, who was in the back row, froze instantly, her face frozen as if struck by lightning, wishing she could disappear into the ground.