A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

The morning sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, dappling the neat fifth-grade classroom and landing on the young, innocent faces. The lively sounds of reading aloud rose and fell, full of youthful energy.

With his backpack on his back, Shen Ye, with his tall and slender figure, slowly stepped into the long-missed classroom.

He had barely stepped across the threshold, and before he could even steady himself, several clear, soft voices rang out in unison.

Four or five cute little girls immediately surrounded him, chattering and surrounding him. Their big, dark eyes were full of worry as they stared intently at Shen Ye.

"Shen Ye! Why didn't you come to school the past two days? Were you sick or not feeling well?"

"Yeah, yeah, we haven't seen you for days!"

Are you feeling any better?

A chorus of concerned voices filled my ears, gentle yet fervent.

Looking into the bright, concerned eyes before him, Shen Ye couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

From kindergarten onwards, his naturally perfect good looks have always brought him a huge popularity boost.

Wherever he goes, he always attracts the most attention, and he is never short of girls who take the initiative to approach and care for him.

But precisely because of this, he became the most unique and eccentric among boys his age.

Most boys of this age are not yet mentally developed; their minds are filled with nothing but playing and fighting, and they have absolutely no interest in the opposite sex.

Seeing Shen Ye surrounded by a group of girls every day, the boys all felt that playing with Shen Ye would be troublesome.

Over time, people subconsciously stopped actively interacting with him.

Over the years, Shen Ye's popularity with girls has been off the charts, while his popularity with boys has been dismal.

They'll regret it once they've been enlightened.

"Something came up at home."

Faced with everyone's questions, Shen Ye remained calm and simply gave a vague answer, without going into details about the painful experience of his parents' passing.

There's no need to confide these heavy thoughts to classmates you're not very close to.

Just as the group of little girls were still surrounding Shen Ye, refusing to disperse and constantly asking for details, a clear, cold voice with a hint of displeasure suddenly came from the back of the classroom.

"Feed".

The voice wasn't loud, but it had an extremely strong penetrating power, instantly drowning out all the surrounding noise.

The bustling crowd fell silent instantly.

Shen Ye subconsciously turned his head to look.

In the back row of the classroom sat a strikingly beautiful girl.

The girl had her hair tied up in a neat ponytail, her long, jet-black hair as pure as black jade, without a single blemish, falling over her shoulders, clean and beautiful.

She was slender and graceful, with skin as white as snow. Her dark eyes were indifferent and aloof, and she exuded a sense of detachment that kept strangers at bay. Her temperament was cold and proud.

It was none other than Chu Cihan, the class's notorious ice queen.

Upon seeing Chu Cihan, the little girls surrounding Shen Ye instinctively shrank back, their eyes filled with obvious fear. They dared not linger any longer and quietly dispersed, each returning to their own seats.

The lively atmosphere in the classroom instantly turned mostly quiet.

Chu Cihan lightly pushed off the table leg with one foot, leaning back in his chair with a lazy and aloof air. He crossed his arms over his chest, his dark eyes fixed on Shen Ye, his gaze indifferent yet concealing a barely perceptible hint of resentment.

She was seething with anger.

A few days ago, Shen Ye suddenly disappeared without a trace.

She sent him many messages, but he didn't reply to any of them.

During those days, she was restless and anxious, imagining countless worst-case scenarios, and even foolishly worried that something had happened to Shen Ye and that he would never come to school again.

I was terrified for days, and now this guy has appeared unharmed, without even a word of explanation!

The more Chu Cihan thought about it, the angrier she became, and the melancholy in her eyes deepened.

"I thought you were never coming to school again."

Her tone was indifferent and cold, but upon closer listening, one could detect the grievances and anger hidden within.

Seeing her like this, Shen Ye's heart softened slightly, and he consciously lowered his head slightly, his attitude sincere: "I'm sorry."

He knew Chu Cihan's personality too well.

She appears aloof, arrogant, and sharp-tongued, but is actually sensitive and perceptive, and responds better to gentle persuasion than force.

In the past, when the two had a disagreement, as long as he obediently admitted his mistake and went along with her temper, there would basically be no major conflict.

"Why aren't you replying to my messages?" Chu Cihan raised an eyebrow, staring intently at him, not missing a single expression.

"My computer at home is broken," Shen Ye lied.

He was still young, and his parents were very strict with him, so they didn't give him a cell phone. He would occasionally go online and reply to messages, but he would do so secretly by logging into the family computer.

A few days ago, something happened at home, and the house was in chaos. I didn't even touch the computer.

"Why don't you get your computer fixed if it's broken?" Chu Cihan persisted, his tone clearly showing his dissatisfaction.

"No time," Shen Ye replied simply.

Just three words, bland and perfunctory.

A cold glint flashed in Chu Cihan's dark eyes, and his anger flared up instantly.

good very good!

This perfunctory attitude clearly shows that they don't want to explain properly!

She gritted her teeth inwardly, sulking to herself: Fine, you're something else! For the rest of the day, I won't say a single word to you! I'll never reach out to you again!

Just as Chu Cihan was secretly fuming, Shen Ye suddenly turned around, looked out the window at the corridor, and looked serious.

"I have something to tell you."

Seeing his serious expression, which didn't seem like he was joking, Chu Cihan instantly suppressed his anger, slightly raised his delicate chin, and with a hint of arrogant disdain in his eyes, uttered a single word: "Speak."

Shen Ye turned to look at her and said clearly, word by word, "I'm transferring schools. Today is my last day in this class and this school."

His gaze was calm as he carefully observed every change in Chu Cihan's expression, wanting to see how this proud little girl would react.

None of the expected surprise or astonishment occurred.

Chu Cihan merely chuckled softly, a contemptuous smile curving his lips, his eyes filled with disdain as if to say, "I've seen through everything."

"Ha, that's such a corny trick."

She lazily placed her crossed hands on her knees, her long, slender, white legs lightly crossed, her posture haughty and disdainful, her tone filled with sarcasm:

"You think you can make up such a childish reason and I'll take the initiative to make up with you and coax you? Shen Ye, it seems you really are just a nobody."

In her opinion, this was definitely a lame trick by Shen Ye to brush her off and deliberately find an excuse to gain attention!

I just want her to back down and admit defeat so she won't fall for it!

Seeing her disdainful and completely unconvinced expression, Shen Ye rolled his eyes.

He couldn't stand Chu Cihan's arrogant and sarcastic attitude.

Every time she mocked him with such a contemptuous tone, a nameless fire would inexplicably ignite in his heart.

"I'm not lying to you, it's true." Shen Ye patiently explained again, "After finishing my last day of classes today, I'll officially register at Binjiang No. 2 Primary School tomorrow."

"Hmph, keep pretending."

Chu Cihan didn't believe it at all. The sarcasm on her lips deepened, and her eyes were full of contempt: "Trying to use such a lame excuse to gain sympathy and win back my favor? Too bad, a nobody like you has never caught my eye from beginning to end."