I transmigrated into the body of a beautiful and wealthy female supporting character in a novel. Her only flaw was her terrible grades; despite being dead last in her class, she insisted on chasing after the school's top student. Hilarious. Before I transmigrated, I scored 710 out of 750 on the Gaokao (China's National College Entrance Examination) and was the top science student in the entire province. Talk about hitting the jackpot. 1 When I transmigrated, the character I inhabited was being chewed out by the math teacher: "You scored in the teens on the math test! I could score higher with my eyes closed! What's the use of your family having money? It's wasted on a brain like yours. And you still have the nerve to chase after Adrian? He'd have to be blind to give you a second look!" Spit was practically flying onto my face. The original owner must have been under so much pressure that she had a mental breakdown, allowing me to take over. Good lord, looking at the dense numbers and formulas on the blackboard, the memories of just finishing the Gaokao instantly flooded back. Insult whatever you want, but don't insult my intelligence. That's stomping all over my area of expertise. "The first question is C, the second fill-in-the-blank is 436, and the third question is flawed, no solution," I blurted out. The math teacher stared at me, dumbfounded. A minute later, he slowly shifted his gaze to Adrian: "Uh, Adrian, critique student Tiffany's solution." Adrian stood up, scribbled on his scratch paper for a moment, then looked up and nodded at the teacher: "Correct. The third question is missing the range for b, so it's unsolvable." The teacher rolled his eyes and waved me off: "Cough, okay, fine, sit down. Learn more from Adrian in the future." Sigh, Adrian still had to calculate it. I did it in my head, okay? Who should learn from whom? But I couldn't be bothered to argue with this teacher because I realized my seat was right in front of Adrian's. The original owner must have begged her rich daddy for this. I didn't care; I sat down heavily. But I felt a gaze constantly boring into my back, which was weird. 2 After class, a flock of girls rushed behind me, pulling out workbooks to ask Adrian questions. Having read the novel, I was used to this scene. In the original book, the female lead, Chloe, and the supporting female character, Tiffany (that's me now), both sought Adrian for tutoring. Chloe was a diligent student. With average grades and an average family background, she relied on Adrian's help to break into the top twenty and even won a scholarship. As for Tiffany, she wasn't studying at all. Asking for help was just a ploy to get close to the male lead. While Adrian patiently explained a problem, her attention was entirely on his face, listening to nothing. In the end, her grades dropped even further, infuriating Adrian to the point where he refused to speak to Tiffany again. When I read the novel, I wasn't particularly fond of Adrian. He was portrayed as a cold, aloof genius. Indifferent to everyone, including Chloe. I thought back then, I have good grades and I'm not ugly, so why don't that many guys chase me? The difference in treatment is huge. The only similarity was that during breaks, many classmates would also surround me with questions. Sometimes my solutions were simpler than the teacher's, so often more people asked me than the teacher. Now hearing the chorus of "How do you do this?" and "Can you check this for me?" behind me, I reflexively turned around. "Tiffany, why are you here again? Didn't Adrian say he wouldn't teach you?" a delicate-looking girl glanced at me. Hey, I haven't even spoken yet. Adrian also lifted his eyelids, staring at me unblinkingly, as if waiting for me to beg him. Just as I was about to speak, a short-haired girl rushed out from the side and yelled at the delicate girl, "What are you saying? Did Adrian open his mouth? You're just farting here." I remembered. Tiffany had two ride-or-die friends, Madison and Rainie. All three had terrible grades and spent their days gaming, shopping, and chasing idols. Madison must be defending her friend after seeing Tiffany getting mocked. I patted Madison on the shoulder, signaling her to calm down. Teach me? Waiting for someone to teach me Gaokao questions would take a hundred years. I grabbed the delicate girl's test paper, glanced at it: "Multiple choice answers are C-D-A-C-B. You got it wrong because you copied the numbers wrong during calculation. Please don't bother student Adrian with such idiotic questions in the future." With that, I threw the paper back: "Next!" 3 Madison watched, stunned. In the end, only Chloe remained. As expected of someone Adrian tutored personally, her mistakes were more sophisticated, at least not due to stupid errors like miscopying numbers. I actually liked the female lead. I put my arm around Chloe's shoulder and said earnestly, "Roll with me. Ask me if you don't understand anything. Forget top twenty, I can get you into the top ten." "Tiffany, what tricks are you playing now?" Adrian finally spoke. Not impatient, his tone still flat. But his eyes revealed a hint of distrust, clearly thinking: why would a bottom-feeder like me suddenly become enlightened? Hmph, underestimating me. "How about this, Adrian," I smiled wickedly, "Let's make a bet on who scores higher in the midterms. If you win, I'll never bother you again. If I win..." Let me think, how about making Adrian call me Daddy? "You have to be Tiffany's boyfriend for this semester!" Madison suddenly yelled before I could speak. "Hey!" I glared at her. Are you my bestie or my enemy! Madison winked at me, her expression clearly saying: since you can't win anyway, might as well dream big. What if you get lucky, get everything right, channel Shakespeare for your essay, and become Gauss reborn for math? Wouldn't you profit? Profit my ass. I really wanted to knock on her little skull. Even weirder, Adrian agreed. His expression clearly said: Heh, great, finally free from this pest. Me, who wanted to be Daddy, was now full of helplessness. "Fine. I'll dump you the next day." Just out of the classroom, a maid was waiting at the door. She took my backpack and asked respectfully: "Miss, your private limited edition Ferrari is in for maintenance. Today, Madam's extended Rolls-Royce is here to pick you up. Is that acceptable?" Acceptable, very acceptable. I was secretly delighted. Having never seen much of the world, forget a Ferrari, anything with wheels would do. "Who is that? Why so pretentious? Getting picked up in different luxury cars every day." "She's been chasing Adrian for so long, and he won't even look at her." The chirping behind me was annoying, obviously Adrian's fangirls A, B, and C. I couldn't be bothered with them and walked straight to the extended luxury car parked at the school gate. The driver stood outside with black gloves, opening the door while saying, "Miss Tiffany, school's out." Just then, the female lead and her best friend passed by. The friend, probably annoyed by my flamboyance, mocked: "Heh, needs someone else to carry her bag. Rich people are so delicate." Sigh. I'm not one to take insults lying down. Hands on hips, I was ready to launch into a monologue. Unexpectedly, the maid beside me spoke first: "Not at all. Mr. Qian pays me 50,000 a month. For just carrying a bag, I'm quite happy to do it." I was dumbfounded. Chloe and her friend were stunned into silence. My dad is amazing, single-handedly raising the salary standards of the entire domestic service industry. I coughed twice and glanced at the maid's nametag: "Alice." "Okay, Alice," I patted her shoulder, "You are exactly my type. Stick with me, I'll get my dad to give you a raise." 4 I knew Tiffany was rich. I didn't know she was this rich. Her home was in the suburbs, a luxurious villa with a garden, swimming pool, and a large forest in the back. Like a noble castle in a British drama. More importantly, her parents were loving, the family harmonious. No dog-blood dramas about mistresses or fake heiresses. I couldn't help but sigh. Why chase the male lead now? If I want to see handsome guys, isn't it better to spend money supporting idols? An elegantly dressed woman walked out slowly. Seeing me, she smiled: "Tiffany, you're back? Your dad is in the study." This must be my mom. I leaped into her arms, shouting: "Mom!" The woman paused, patting my back: "What's wrong today? You haven't hugged Mom in a long time." I grinned: "Just missed you." I returned to my room. Rolling wildly on the three-to-four-meter-wide bed. Before I could finish rolling, the door opened. A middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses walked in. I thought for a moment and tentatively asked: "Dad?" My dad nodded, sat on the edge of my bed, and said earnestly: "Tiffany, did something unhappy happen today?" "Huh?" I didn't react. "Your mom told me. You didn't seem right when you came back. Did you do poorly on a test recently? It's okay, don't worry about it. I told you, if studying really isn't your thing, I'll send you abroad. Worst case, we buy a degree. You don't need to work anyway; Dad will support you forever." That's not great. "Um, Dad, I think I'm getting the hang of studying." My dad looked at me skeptically: "Oh, is it because that kid Adrian said something to you again? Tiffany, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Why fixate on one flower? There are so many handsome boys now, you should look around." Saying that, he suddenly shoved a stack of photos into my hand. I looked down curiously. They were all boys around my age, mostly quite good-looking. My dad introduced them: this is so-and-so's son, this is the school hunk from that school... My dad put in too much effort to get me over Adrian. Moved, I picked the best-looking photo and showed it to my dad: "Dad, who is this guy?" "Oh, that's the new idol launched by the talent agency. I know his dad. You like this type? I'll get his number for you." ... I was just asking casually. But my dad had already seriously noted it in his phone memo. Finally, he stood up, patted his belly, and said with satisfaction: "Tiffany, you're finally dumping that Adrian kid. From now on, I'll add another 200,000 to your monthly allowance as a reward!"
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