Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's spoiled ex-girlfriend

Zhang Xin looked down at the schedule in her hand. Starting tomorrow, all the schedules would be handled by Zhou Ran, while Rong She would only appear for half an hour today.

She had prepared questions for days, but didn't get a chance to say a single one.

Bao Min leaned closer and whispered, "He's already gone? He was only here for less than an hour."

Zhou Ran highlighted several key points on the schedule, answering other people's questions as he spoke. His attitude was more enthusiastic than Rong She's, but not exactly friendly.

Being ranked second on the whitelist, he is entitled to maintain a moderate distance from the delegation.

A girl in the delegation asked him if he had any recommendations for dinner that night. After thinking for a moment, he recommended Shancheng Hot Pot near the school.

Seeing that Rong She had really left, Bao Min frowned and looked at Zhou Ran, her tone not very polite: "Where is Rong She? Didn't he say he was going to show us around?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ran paused, and looked up at Bao Min with a more scrutinizing gaze.

The delegation from Lingzhou University, who were not on the whitelist, belonged to the middle class in Lingzhou City in terms of assets.

His tone softened: "As I've already said, Chairman Rong She has other plans."

Bao Min was momentarily speechless at that look, and wanted to say something more, but her classmate next to her tugged at her sleeve, which shut her up.

Zhou Ran glanced at everyone in the conference room, and his gaze sharpened slightly when it landed on Zhang Xin.

This outfit and hairstyle looked vaguely familiar to him.

Somewhat like... Ke Miantang.

He had seen Ke Miantang's back countless times in the corridor. Those images overlapped in his mind, briefly merged with the girl in front of him, and then separated again.

After Zhang Xin finished talking to the classmate next to her, she turned around and met Zhou Ran's gaze.

She smiled politely, a slight curve to her lips, and said, "Senior Zhou, I'll be troubling you for the next few days."

Zhou Ran looked at her face; her features were delicate, her eyes gentle, and the curve of her lips when she smiled was perfect.

But then he felt it didn't look like it, especially from the front.

Zhou Ran looked away, lowered his eyes and continued flipping through the schedule, replying with a "You're welcome," his tone much calmer.

He decided not to think about it anymore; let it be as it may, it has nothing to do with him.

In the afternoon, Rong She came to the laboratory.

He was there to discuss with the professor in charge of the lab a collaborative project between the School of Information Science and Technology and Nebula next semester, which involves data applications in the field of artificial intelligence.

Bao Min was the first to see him. She was scrolling through her phone when she caught a glimpse of a dark figure at the end of the corridor.

She immediately sat up straight and nudged Zhang Xin next to her with her elbow: "Xin Xin, Rong She is here again."

Zhang Xin was looking at the data and had just finished calculating a set of parameters when she heard this and quickly looked up.

Rong She was standing sideways by the corridor window, talking to a teacher in a white coat, his chin slightly raised, exuding a nonchalant indifference.

Zhang Xin's breath hitched, and her heart leaped into her throat.

She hurriedly closed her laptop and took out a pre-prepared data report from her bag.

It was a supplementary proposal for the third project report. After Professor Chen reviewed it, he said it was "good" and suggested that he could show it to Rong She when he had the chance.

She stood up, holding the report, steadied herself, and told herself that opportunity favors the prepared.

Just as I stepped out of the lab, a dark figure rapidly approached in my peripheral vision.

Ke Miantang came straight here after class, out of breath, and immediately took his arm, nuzzling her cheek affectionately.

Rong She looked down at her, a smile spreading across his face as his Adam's apple bobbed. He gently held Ke Miantang's wrist with his long, slender fingers.

Bao Min stood there, her face turning pale, and she almost dropped the data report in her hand.

After Rong She finished talking with the teacher, he pulled Ke Mian Tang away.

As Bao Min watched their retreating figures, she couldn't suppress the anger in her heart. She couldn't say bad things about Ke Miantang online, but she could say them to Rong She.

She wanted Rong She to know how selfish, willful, and unsuitable Ke Mian Tang was for him.

So she grabbed Zhang Xin and chased after them, calling out, "President Rong She."

Rong She paused, then turned around with Ke Miantang in his hand.

Ke Miantang was shielded behind him, with only half of her head showing.

The system simultaneously announced in her mind: "Zhang Xin and Bao Min have arrived."

Ke Miantang had never seen what Zhang Xin looked like before; he had only seen her from afar at the horse farm.

They were now standing just a few steps apart, and she curiously peeked out from behind Rong She.

The corridor lights were a cool white, shining on the girl across the hall.

The moment their eyes met, Ke Miantang froze on the spot, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Zhang Xin's outfit across from me looked familiar, somewhat like her usual style. But that wasn't all; her hairstyle was exactly the same as mine, with inward-curling bangs.

Furthermore, Zhang Xin's hair was the same length as mine, and it was also slightly wavy.

"Ah..." Ke Miantang let out a soft breath, then pursed her lips and tightened her jaw slightly.

She got her bangs cut last week. When the hairstylist asked her what kind she wanted, she found the latest trending photos online. At the time, she was quite certain that no one in Lingzhou would have the same style as her.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xin also got her hair cut.

This is too much of a coincidence, so much so that Ke Miantang is starting to suspect that the other party is imitating her.

A sense of unease welled up inside her, similar to looking in the mirror in the morning and thinking she looked great, only to find someone at school wearing the exact same clothes as her.

But what's even stranger is that not only did that person's clothes and hairstyle resemble yours, but even their standing posture was very similar to yours.

This feeling is like a mirror reflecting another version of yourself, but that version is distorted.

"System," Ke Miantang cried out in her mind, "What's going on?"

"The system is analyzing..."

The system was also a bit confused. It searched through the database and pulled up all the descriptions of Zhang Xin in the original work, checking them one by one. The more it checked, the more something seemed wrong.

This is completely beyond what it knows about the female protagonist in the original work.

"In the original work, Zhang Xin's appearance is always long, straight, black hair parted in the middle, and her clothing style is mainly simple and comfortable. The current appearance is quite different from the original work, and the similarity with the host is as high as 97%. It is recommended that the host be more vigilant."

Upon hearing the similarity, Ke Miantang's initial discomfort turned into confirmation.

It was no coincidence; the other party was imitating him.

But why?

This is strange. She's not a fashion icon, so what's the benefit of imitating her?

She racked her brains for a long time, but couldn't figure it out.

Ke Miantang was looking at Zhang Xin, and Zhang Xin was looking at her too.

Their eyes met, but Zhang Xin didn't flinch or look away, nor did she show any of the embarrassment one would expect after wearing the same outfit. Her gaze was so calm, as if it were truly a coincidence.

Bao Min took a step forward and looked directly at Rong She: "President Rong She, my friend Zhang Xin has some data reports she wants to share with you. They're important data from the third project presentation. If possible, would you like her to go back first?"

When she said this, she didn't even mention that Ke Miantang was Rong She's girlfriend, only referring to her as "she," clearly indicating that she did not acknowledge Ke Miantang's status.

Ke Miantang also understood this meaning, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

The system simultaneously spoke in her mind: "The system has detected verbal provocation from Bao Min and suggests that the host respond."