When I transferred to the most elite private high school in the city, the entire student body was shook. The top ten students on the honor roll were trembling, because they had long heard the legend of the "Academic God" descending upon them. The first person to find me was the school bully's mom: "I know you've already been accepted to Ivy League schools. Want to make some pocket money? Five million dollars. Get my son's grades up to average." I grinned so wide my face hurt and agreed instantly. A month later, the bully confessed his love to me. I rejected him. I shook my head at him: "Sorry, I only date Ivy League students." The bully went crazy, studying like his life depended on it. I said nothing, just quietly counted the balance in my bank account. The best strategists always put themselves in the game. 1 When I chose to transfer to Sterling Academy, the administration at my old public magnet school cried rivers of tears. They grabbed my backpack straps, sobbing. "Ms. Sage, you can't transfer to a private school! It will ruin you!" "Besides the luxury dorms, climate-controlled classrooms, five gourmet cafeterias, and unlimited funding... what can they possibly offer you?" I didn't really want to go, but now I had no choice. Anyway, after my firm insistence and some maneuvering by the Sterling principal, the school board approved my transfer. The principal patted my shoulder. "Sage Hart, you must set an example for the advanced students and strive to lead your classmates to progress together!" I nodded, promising: "Mission accepted!" After all, I had no money and no power. My only purpose at this noble academy was to be a mascot. Everyone knows that the wealthier the parents, the more they obsess over their kids' success. They pay tuition that costs more than a luxury car each semester, and not just so their kids can party. Caught between the increasing competitiveness of the world and their children's desire to "lie flat," the rich parents took action. They demanded the principal improve the school's atmosphere and actually raise test scores. Not just promote how many galas they held or how many overseas trips they took. Under these circumstances, the principal set his sights on me, the "Academic God from Above," and spent a fortune to poach me. It was as if I were a golden statue placed at the school gate, attracting countless parents to offer up their precious children and their cash. And sure enough, the first sucker arrived. An elegant, wealthy woman stopped me, followed by a phalanx of bodyguards. She looked down at me through her designer sunglasses. "Are you Sage Hart?" For a second, I didn't think she was here to hire a tutor. I thought she was here for revenge. My mind flashed through all the ex-boyfriends I had ruthlessly dumped back at my old school. Whose mom was this? I swore to the heavens: "I swear, I broke up with Liam ages ago. You don't need to force us apart." The wealthy woman paused, confused. "Who is Liam?" I quickly covered my tracks: "Oh, then Noah and I are just friends. Same with Ethan. We're just classmates now." The woman was completely baffled. She took off her sunglasses, speaking grandly: "I don't care who these three people are. I only know that you are the student with the highest GPA in the city. "Of course, I also know you've already been admitted early. Want to make some money? Five million dollars. Get my son's grades up to average." I breathed a sigh of relief. So it wasn't a love debt. In that case— "I'll do it!" That's five million dollars! Who would be stupid enough to say no to money? Forget teaching a person; even if the student were a turtle, I'd put on scuba gear and swim into the ocean to teach it. Seeing me agree so readily, the woman hesitated. "Don't say I didn't warn you. My son isn't easy. He's chased several tutors out of the house. He is the undisputed tyrant of the school." I patted my chest: "Don't worry, absolutely no problem." There won't be a bully here anymore. Because. Your boss has arrived. 2 The bully's name was Caleb Vance. His daily hobbies included arriving late, leaving early, and wandering the campus with a baseball bat. I hugged a pile of new textbooks and sprinted at full speed, crashing into him. Books scattered everywhere, and I rolled twice on the ground. Caleb stumbled from the impact and fell on his butt. His minions rushed to help him up, shouting angrily. "Who are you? You dare hit our boss? Do you want to die?" I lay on the ground, apologizing profusely. Then I looked up with teary eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm the new transfer student. I'm not familiar with the school yet." A minion whispered to him. "Boss, this seems to be the new Academic God who transferred here. The one who's been first in the city for ten years straight!" Caleb stared at me for a moment, his ears turning slightly red. "Shut up, I know that! There's only one transfer student, of course I know." He put on a fierce face again: "I don't care what kind of god you are. I advise you to stay out of my business. Heh, I've seen plenty of girls' tricks. This won't work on me." I responded with the purest, most innocent gaze. I sniffled, squeezing out a tear. I crouched down to pick up my books without saying another word. Caleb looked uncomfortable. He coughed lightly and glared at his minions. "Are you blind? Help her pick up the books!" The minions scrambled to help, afraid of getting kicked if they were too slow. I flashed a "campus crush" smile. "Thank you, classmate." Caleb looked away awkwardly. "Watch where you're going next time." The minions straightened up, hooting and hollering. Caleb kicked one of them: "Get lost, all of you!" The minions scattered like birds. Plan A: Success. Half an hour later, led by the homeroom teacher, I walked into Class 1. Caleb's eyes lit up when he saw me. Then he pretended not to care, looking down at his phone. The teacher treated me like a treasure: "Sage, choose a seat for yourself." Caleb kicked the chair next to him, making a loud noise, afraid I wouldn't notice him. I looked up shyly. Then I chose to sit next to a girl. Snap. Caleb broke his pen. Plan B: Success. I understood the art of playing hard to get. I must have left a deep impression on him. Finally, after class, the whole room surrounded me. "Sage, did you offend Caleb? He was staring daggers into your back." "Advice: don't mess with him. When Caleb goes crazy, he doesn't care if you're a guy or a girl. His tongue is so toxic it could poison him." "And don't fall for him just because he's handsome. I'm afraid a campus romance will turn into a true crime documentary." Their warnings were chilling. But I had the sun in my heart to keep me going. That was a whole five million dollars! 3 Life at the noble academy was simple and boring. The questions were too easy for me; I could get a perfect score with my eyes closed. The only trouble was deciding which cafeteria to eat at. In this bored state, I wanted to conquer the five millio... I mean, Caleb, even more. Money to be made and fun to be had? Only a fool wouldn't do it. So, I started secretly observing Caleb's daily life. His schedule was very regular. Arrive at class at 9 AM. Sleep as soon as the bell rings, demonstrating high-quality slumber. Skip class at 11 AM to go to the cafeteria. When my classmates and I arrived at the cafeteria, we would see him finishing his last drumstick. Ride his motorcycle on the highway at 10 PM. The noise shook the whole street, causing classmates to curse. I slapped my forehead. What if he gets into a car accident? Thinking about my money potentially flying away, I couldn't help but shudder. No, I had to stop the tragedy. So I secretly rode my electric scooter and followed him. Unfortunately, Caleb's motorcycle was too fast. I twisted the throttle like crazy. "Fly, you piece of junk!" And accidentally overtook Caleb. 4 Actually, it wasn't the scooter's fault. It was entirely because Caleb had stopped his bike and was leaning against it, enjoying the scenery. The breeze blew, leaves rustled, lifting the boy's bangs. I braked hard and almost flew off the scooter. Too late to hide now. Caleb had seen me. He crunched the lollipop in his mouth and looked at me suspiciously. "Sage?" I smiled awkwardly. "Caleb, what a coincidence. Are you admiring the moon? The moon tonight is big and round, just like..." Just like the pie your mom promised me. Caleb didn't get my drift. He coughed involuntarily: "The moon is indeed nice tonight." I got goosebumps and quickly changed the subject: "Um... it's almost eleven. Aren't you going home?" Caleb shook his head, pretending to be deep: "There is no place for me in this world, nor is there a return. In this vast floating world, nothing can carry my hope." "...Speak English." "My motorcycle broke down." I hopped off the scooter, circled the bike, and tapped the engine with my finger. "I can fix it. Don't move. I'll go home and get my toolbox." Caleb was shocked: "You can fix motorcycles? Are you kidding?" I puffed out my chest proudly. "Not only that, I can also unclog toilets. If your toilet gets clogged, call me." I regretted it as soon as I said it. Pah, pah, pah! My image was ruined. How could I urge Caleb to improve now? Unlike my regret, Caleb's eyes widened: "You... you're pretty amazing." I shrugged. Can't help it, that's what happens when you have a good brain. You learn it once you see it. An hour later, Caleb held his phone flashlight for me. I struggled to fix the motorcycle and sat on the ground, exhausted. "I'm dead tired. Try it." Caleb straddled the bike with his long legs and tried to start it. With a twist of the throttle, the bike shot forward fifty meters. Caleb muttered to himself: "She actually fixed it." His gaze towards me was filled with admiration and respect, and a few indescribable emotions. Inside, I was conflicted. Should I ask for a repair fee? If not, I felt sorry for my labor value. If I did, what if I lost the bigger picture? After thinking about it, I decided on a compromise. It would maintain the dignity of labor and bring us closer. "Treat me to lunch tomorrow, okay?" As I stood up, my hair brushed Caleb's face. His breath hitched. "Whatever you want." 5 The next day at noon. Caleb didn't skip class. Instead, he waited obediently until the bell rang. He even gave up his favorite drumsticks, piling them all into my bowl. I ate five drumsticks in a row and burped with satisfaction. Then I regretfully put down the sixth drumstick. "You eat too." Caleb took the tray naturally and sighed: "You really are different from other people." I defended myself: "Studying consumes a lot of energy. I don't eat for myself; I eat for the people, for the cause of education in our country." Caleb quickly explained: "No, no, no. I mean, you eat with such gusto. I'm happy watching you." I agreed deeply. This is called "a feast for the eyes." Otherwise, where did my ex-boyfriends from the magnet school come from? School rewards? No, my grades and my face played a dual role. Although the magnet school was strict, and my exes and I never even held hands. It didn't stop me from walking through the flowers. After this day, rumors of Caleb and I dating spread through the class. Student A: "Wow, Sage is the first woman to eat with Caleb." Minion B: "Boss hasn't smiled like that in a long time." Minion C: "I've never seen Boss care so much about a woman." I laughed so hard I was crawling on the floor. But the other party involved seemed less calm. "They're spreading rumors like that. You're not angry?" I shook my head and asked sincerely: "It's fine, small stuff. Actually, I have other questions for you." Caleb held his breath: "Go ahead." "Do you not eat with your mom usually? Do you really not watch comedy shows?" Caleb's face turned black at my questions. "...I have a question for you too." I tried to hold back tears of laughter. "What question?" Caleb suddenly got nervous and couldn't stop coughing. Minions at nearby tables took their bowls and left, clearing a large space for us. Caleb turned his head awkwardly: "Um, do you want to be my girlfriend?"
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