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

The carnival was held in the banquet hall of the East District of Saint Lan.

At the entrance, there was a sign-in table, and everyone who arrived had to take a nameplate from the tray and pin it to their chest.

The nameplates are divided into five grades: Grade A has a platinum base with a gold border, Grade B has a silver base with a silver border, Grade C has a rose gold base, and Grade D has a matte black base.

The lowest grade, F, is dark gray and has no trim.

When St. Lan was first established, someone on the board of directors suggested implementing a nameplate system throughout the school so that specially admitted students could always recognize their identity.

The proposal was submitted to the deacon team, but Si Lin rejected it on the spot.

The reason is that if it were exposed to the outside world, the media would say that Shenglan discriminates against and bullies others.

Although they are indeed discriminatory, they cannot leave room for criticism in the public eye.

That set of nameplates became a regret for Shenglan, who kept it unused.

But every year at the carnival, it will be rediscovered and used as a game prop, stuck to everyone's chest.

If anyone makes a fuss about it, they can simply say, "It's just a game. Whoever is making a mountain out of a molehill is the one with something to hide."

Inside the banquet hall, warm golden wall lamps intertwined.

Leather sofas are arranged in semi-open booths, a champagne tower sits on the coffee table, and various high-end perfumes fill the air.

Jiang Yubai and Gu Beiheng sat on the central circular sofa, both wearing platinum nameplates on their chests.

Next to them were several other core members of the A-level circle, all of whom were relaxed and casual.

Holding a glass of champagne, he occasionally clinked glasses with it, and sometimes tilted his chin in a certain direction.

Flirtatious and arrogant.

B-rank nobles sat around on the sofas surrounding them.

Grade C and Grade D seats are scattered on the periphery, some near the bar, others in the aisles between the booths.

The F-level special admission students who appear here do not have assigned seats.

They were scattered around the A-grade and B-grade sofas; some leaned against the armrests, some sat on low stools in front of the sofas, and some were even pulled onto the laps of some nobleman.

The vast majority of them were students, but none of them wore Shenglan's school uniform.

Some wore spaghetti strap mini skirts, some wore fishtail skirts, and some wore lace tops with high-waisted hot pants. Their styles were all different, but every face was beautiful.

Pure, beautiful, aloof and proud, pitiful.

A visual feast.

Most of them were the same group of canaries who had previously worked secretly in luxury brand stores.

They almost never appear in class, but they never miss the carnival.

At this moment, the girls sat beside those A and B-class nobles. Although the F nameplates on their chests were dull and lackluster, the diamonds on their collarbones were exceptionally dazzling.

Jiang Yubai leaned back in the middle of the sofa, legs crossed.

His tie was loosened twice, his shirt collar was open, and the platinum A nameplate on his chest was slightly crooked, which he casually straightened.

Gu Beiheng sat next to him, one hand resting on the back of the sofa, a cigar between his fingers, talking to the person next to him.

"There are quite a few new faces at the F-rank this year." Jiang Yubai glanced around at the pretty girls sitting next to the A and B-rank nobles, his gaze lingering for a moment on a girl in a burgundy sundress. "Who brought that one?"

"Me." A B-level nobleman next to me raised his hand. "A freshman in the Chinese Literature Department, named Song Wan. I just got him last week, and I haven't had enough fun with him yet."

"Okay, you can keep it for now." Jiang Yubai picked up his champagne glass, took a sip, and shifted his gaze from the girl named Song Wan to a more distant spot.

His gaze swept through the crowd. "When the game starts, let them all participate."

"Don't let someone hold back like last time, crying and making a fuss."

"Since we're already here, there's no point in keeping up appearances."

"Don't worry, they've been trained before we came," another A-level replied, his tone no different from talking about a pet.

Gu Beiheng put a cigar in his mouth, and a girl in a black halter-neck dress immediately came over and lit it for him with a lighter.

He took a drag, exhaled the smoke, and glanced down at her.

The girl tactfully stepped back and sat down beside him again.

She was sent by a C-rank noble, and had been following a C-rank noble for more than two months, so she was already used to the rules of this kind of occasion.

Keep quiet when you shouldn't speak, laugh when you should laugh, and obey when you should obey.

As for what dignity is, she no longer feels it.

Moreover, dignity is far more important than money.

-

In the deacon's office, Pei Heng was lounging on the sofa scrolling through his phone, so bored that he slid his long legs off the coffee table and then put them back up.

Si Lin had a financial approval document spread out in front of him, but he didn't turn a single page for a long time.

Pei Heng tossed his phone onto the coffee table. "I was actually hoping to see Ruan Tang and the resistance turn against each other for some fun."

"Now look what's happened! She's been organizing files and running errands for you every day. Has she really become your secretary?"

"Do you remember what she did when she first joined the Deacon Group?"

Si Lin turned to a page of the document, her tone indifferent, "If she doesn't want to, then so be it."

"The resistance group is just a bunch of clowns jumping around; let them do what they want."

Pei Heng exposed him, "Tsk, you're afraid that if you take action against Lin Xiao Kui, Ruan Tang will cause trouble for you, right?"

Si Lin raised her eyes and glanced at him.

Pei Heng raised his hands. "Fine, I won't say anything."

He picked up his phone again and swiped a couple of times, when suddenly a forum notification popped up.

The carnival is being held tonight in the East District Banquet Hall. The post included several old photos from last year's carnival.

The dimly lit booths, the men and women in formal attire, and a close-up of a sign-in table with five rows of nameplates of different colors.

Pei Heng stared at the nameplate photo for a few seconds, stroked his chin, and slowly revealed a wicked smile.

"Si Lin, just because we don't take action doesn't mean others can't cause trouble for Lin Xiao Kui."

Si Lin raised her head.

Pei Heng turned his phone to show him, "The carnival is starting tonight, spearheaded by Gu Beiheng and Jiang Yubai's group."

"Think about it, with Lin Xiaokui's overflowing sense of justice, if she knew what the carnival was all about, would she be able to sit still?"

Si Lin glanced at the screen. "You want Gu Beiheng and his group to deal with the resistance? They're just there for a beauty pageant."

Pei Heng crossed his legs and swung his toes. "So what? On the surface, the carnival is a legitimate campus social event, approved by the student council."

"Lin Xiaokui and the others weren't invited. If they really barge in and cause trouble, it won't be our responsibility no matter what happens to them."

-

The atmosphere among the resistance members in the gymnasium's equipment room was somber.

Fang Zhaoyang was still lying in the hospital, Su Nian was sitting in the corner, and Yi Ze was leaning against the wall.

The others were scattered in corners, some whispering about their midterm exam scores, others calculating how many points they were still short of the elimination line.

Lin Xiaokui stood in the middle, clutching the carnival's promotional leaflet in her hand.

Yi Ze looked up and said, "I've inquired about it. The carnival has a nameplate system, from A to F. Special admissions students are all marked as F."

"Those nobles weren't having a social gathering; they were selecting concubines."

"And those selected as special students..." He paused, lowering his voice.

"Most of them haven't shown up in class since."

Lin Xiaokui looked around at the people around her. "This is what we're going to reveal."

"After the midterm exams, the morale of the specially admitted students has been low. If we can get photos of the carnival and post them on external media so that everyone can see how the aristocracy turned the social event into a hunting ground for women, we can reunite the students."

"Tonight we'll sneak in through the back door of the banquet hall."