After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

Another day.

Ruan Tang, wearing Sheng Lan's school uniform—a white shirt, a dark blue pleated skirt, and a ribbon tied into a bow at the neckline—walked into the school gate.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Cheng Jin's message: "PE class, come to the playground."

"This class will involve intensive training for specially admitted students. Every department of the student council needs to send someone to supervise. You'll be joining us."

"Your progress is too slow, which is likely to displease your superiors."

Ruan Tang put her phone into her pocket.

Is it for oversight? They say it's the student council, but most of those who went were probably specially admitted students.

Those privileged sons of noble families would never do such a tedious and boring thing.

Letting specially admitted students bully and monitor other specially admitted students—what a clever scheme!

Even the leader, Cheng Jin, was a specially admitted student, and there was also her, a lackey of the deacon group who aided and abetted the evildoers.

Ruan Tang walked towards the playground.

I wonder if it's because I've been a human for so long that I've really started to see myself as Ruan Tang.

It's rather sad that we feel sorry for each other.

On the way, Ruan Tang saw a familiar figure.

Su Nian squatted by the flower bed, wearing sportswear, supporting herself on her knees, panting heavily.

Ruan Tang walked over.

Su Nian heard footsteps, looked up, and saw Ruan Tang. She was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile.

Ruan Tang looked at her, "What's wrong?"

Su Nian shook her head, took out a small medicine bottle from her pocket, poured out a pill, and put it in her mouth.

She took a few breaths and calmed down. "It's nothing, just an old problem."

Ruan Tang looked down at the medicine bottle in her hand. "You have asthma?"

"Um."

Ruan Tang recalled a proverb: "A rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune always finds those who are unfortunate."

"Why should someone with asthma go to PE class?"

Su Nian stuffed the medicine bottle back into her pocket, lowered her eyes, and said sullenly, "Don't you know? Special admission students who want to get scholarships have to have perfect attendance in every class."

"The same goes for PE class; if you miss even one class, you'll lose your scholarship eligibility."

But after she finished speaking, she looked up and smiled at Ruan Tang, indicating that she shouldn't worry.

"But it's okay, the intensity of physical education classes at Shenglan isn't high, I can handle it."

Her smile was clean, without any hint of complaint, as if these were all things to be taken for granted.

Ruan Tang looked at her; this girl looked so much like the original owner of this body.

There is only an elderly person in the family who is sick and lives on scholarships.

I dare not get sick, dare not take leave, dare not offend anyone.

Perhaps because she has the original owner's memories, she can't help but feel soft-hearted towards Su Nian and want to protect her.

Su Nian straightened up. "Thank you for your concern, but class is about to start, so I'll go to the playground first."

She turned to leave.

"Su Nian," Ruan Tang called out to her.

Su Nian turned around.

Ruan Tang spoke up, "Don't go."

Su Nian was taken aback.

Looking at Ruan Tang's expression, she seemed to realize something, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her tracksuit.

"Is it dangerous?" she asked.

Ruan Tang did not give a definite answer.

Su Nian looked into her eyes, as if confirming something, but she nodded and then said, "But I'm not entitled to ask for leave."

She turned around and headed back to the playground.

"Wait a minute," Ruan Tang called out to her.

"I'll handle this. You go back to the classroom."

Su Nian stood there, bit her lip, then bowed deeply to Ruan Tang, "Thank you, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

She turned around and walked quickly toward the teaching building.

-

The school bell rang.

Ruan Tang stood on the edge of the playground, and Cheng Jin stood next to her, holding an attendance sheet in her hand.

The runway was empty; there wasn't a single person in sight.

The student council members looked at each other in bewilderment.

Cheng Jin remained expressionless, staring at the empty playground, her fingers clenching the attendance sheet tightly.

"You leaked it," Cheng Jin said, not as a question.

"Um."

Cheng Jin remained silent for a few seconds.

He turned the attendance sheet over and held it face down in his hand, then turned around and smiled at the student council members, showing no sign of anger.

"Since they didn't come, let's call it a day. I'll talk to the higher-ups about the PE class."

Several staff members left one after another.

Cheng Jin turned around, grabbed Ruan Tang's wrist, and pulled her to the equipment room behind the playground.

He released her hand, looked at her, and said in a low voice, "I thought you were smarter than Lin Xiao Kui and knew what you needed in your life."

"I understand that it was the first time, and Su Nian was alone. I understand that you were soft-hearted." Cheng Jin stared at her.

"But by doing this, you're dragging the entire resistance group away from physical education class."

"Do you know what this means? The higher-ups will think someone is tipping off the student council's oversight team."

He paused, then said, "Are you crazy?"

Ruan Tang didn't respond to him, but instead looked at the attendance sheet he was still clutching in his hand.

"Could you please give me the attendance sheet?"

Cheng Jin was stunned for a moment.

Ruan Tang reached out and snatched the attendance sheet from his hand.

He then took out a pen from his breast pocket and put a checkmark next to each name.

Lin Xiao Kui, Su Nian...

All the members of the resistance group had perfect attendance.

Cheng Jin watched as she returned the attendance sheet, her tone hardening, "With so many people watching today, you can't cover it up."

"I know," Ruan Tang said.

She returned the pen to him and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," Cheng Jin called out to her.

Ruan Tang stopped and turned around.

Cheng Jin looked at her for a moment, then said, "I'll take you somewhere."

-

Shenglan East District.

The Chanel logo hangs at the entrance of the detached three-story building.

Students in and out were all wearing Shenglan school uniforms; some were carrying shopping bags, while others were arm in arm with their boyfriends or girlfriends.

Ruan Tang followed Cheng Jin inside.

The first floor is filled with a dazzling array of goods, but the rest area further inside is more lively.

Several couples sat on the sofa, and champagne glasses on the table were bubbling.

A girl was sitting on a man's lap, looking down at her phone, with the man's hand on her waist.

On the sofa next to her, another girl was leaning against the armrest, chatting and laughing with the person opposite her, her high heels dangling from her toes.

Ruan Tang glanced around.

None of the women were wearing Shenglan's school uniform, but all the boys were.

Unlike the aristocratic students in the classroom, they were more relaxed and casual.

Their voices weren't loud, but their behavior carried a natural sense of superiority, as if there was nothing in this world that they couldn't have.

Ruan Tang couldn't explain it clearly, but her intuition told her that those standing here belonged to a higher class.

Although not as good as the top talents of the deacon group.

But the feeling she got from those playful and frolicking nobles in the classroom was completely different.

Their manner of speaking and demeanor is more like Yan Ling'er's, but even more unrestrained and flamboyant.

Cheng Jin stood beside her and spoke in a low voice, confirming her intuition.

"The people here all come from prominent families, and they rarely show up in class on weekdays."

"People are divided into different classes. If nobles are also divided into ranks, the Deacon Group is the S-rank at the top of the pyramid."

"The remaining A and B grade students spend most of their time training within the conglomerate, only coming to school for fun and important events."

"And those you usually see in class are just a lower-level aristocracy."

Ruan Tang looked at the men and women joking around on the sofa. "What did you want to say by bringing me here?"