Chapter 4: Cinderella's Transformation Ball 01
When I went to school the next day, I didn't see Duanmu Jichu, nor did I see Le Ou. Even Duanmu Jimo and Ximen didn't come to class. The classroom suddenly became much quieter, and my uneasy heart also calmed down.
Later I discovered something, although I wasn’t sure, but I observed it for several days in a row, and I don’t know why... everyone seemed to... really... no longer called me Nian Gao.
"I've been teaching this class for two years and I've never seen such poor results. Ye Ye, come to my office after class."
"Ye Ye, it seems that you are responsible for cleaning the private toilet in the class, don't forget this."
"Ye Ye, I see you're the only one who's free. Go and help me take out the trash. Sorry, I have a report to write and can't leave."
“Ye Ye…”
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Although my teachers and classmates still like to treat me like a part-time auntie and speak to me in a very bad tone, it seems that no one really calls me Nian Gao anymore.
During the lunch break, Bai Yuanyuan ran to my seat with a smile and said to me, "Ye Ye, congratulations. Master Ji Chu sent a notice a few days ago to change your name back to your original name. You finally don't have to be called Cheng Gao anymore."
"Duanmu Jichu changed my name back?" I was so shocked that my hands shook and all the test papers in my hands fell to the ground, scattering all over the floor. There were red crosses everywhere, which was quite a sight.
"Yeah, don't you know?" Bai Yuanyuan opened her big round eyes and tilted her head cutely to smile at me, "Let me tell you, Master Ji Chu is actually a kind person."
Well, let’s not discuss whether he is kind or not. The question is, does he really have a change of heart, or does he have other purposes?
This problem has been bothering me, and it directly led to confusion in my brain thinking. Even when I was receiving special tutoring from my teacher in the office, I was completely out of shape.
"Writing requires skill. I don't expect you to be as good as the students in the class with an IQ of 200, but you shouldn't hand in an essay like this, right? You like ice cream, cream cake, kiwi fruit... In a 500-word essay, you listed 500 words of food names. I almost thought I got a menu from a hotel."
As soon as the physics teacher finished scolding me, the Chinese teacher in the same office called me over, holding his forehead with a headache, threw my composition book on the table, and looked at me with gritted teeth:
"I have been teaching for 20 years, and I have never seen such an 'incisive' essay."
"Haha, don't praise me like that, it's the teacher who gave me the best topic." I was not in the right state of mind, so I didn't even hear the sarcasm in the teacher's words. I even scratched my head and smiled foolishly, "'My favorite XXX', I was very excited when I saw this topic, so I carefully wrote down the names of all the foods I like to eat. Haha, actually I haven't finished writing yet, there are still many delicious foods that I haven't written down. Teacher, please relax the word count requirement next time..."
boom!
Before I could finish my words, there was a loud noise beside me and the Chinese teacher fell to the ground.
Then I was invited to the office of the chairman of the school’s supervisory committee, which was Duanmu Jichu’s private office.
Duanmu Jichu listened to the teachers' tearful complaints without changing his expression. Finally, he curled his lips and said to comfort the teachers, "Teachers, go back first. I will take care of this matter. Please believe that with my strength, no matter what product comes to me, I will make it become gold, even if it is a moldy rice cake."
When he mentioned "moldy rice cake", his eyes slanted slightly towards me, and the sneer on his face was already overflowing from every corner of his perfect features.
What? Moldy rice cakes, and you have rotten instant noodles, huh!
I silently resisted him with my eyes.
"Then I'll leave it to Master Jichu."
Several teachers nodded to Duanmu Jichu and pushed the door open to go out.
Soon, several teachers sighed outside the door: "Ah, I really don't understand, how could Master Ji Chu, who always believes in perfectionism and has such high demands on people, allow such an ordinary student to stay in the full-time secretary training class?"
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Why do you keep me here?
Hearing the teacher's sigh, my heart suddenly felt sour and uncomfortable. The teacher was right. Why did Duanmu Jichu keep me here? If he transferred me to this class to avenge me for pouring rice cakes in his shoes, then now that he has changed my name, it means that he has given up on avenging me, so...why did he let me stay in this class?
There is no way I can keep up with the curriculum in this class. I am definitely not the type of person who can become a top-notch product.
Ah! What am I thinking? How can I compare myself to a commodity? I must have been with Duanmu Jichu for too long and my brain must be burnt out. I must leave here quickly.
Yes, that's right, as long as I leave him, everything will return to normal.
I secretly made up my mind, so I took the initiative to say, "Duanmu Jichu, please transfer me back to the regular class."
"You want to go back?" He was a little surprised, looking up at my face, with .
"Yes, I want to go back." I nodded firmly, but I don't know why, when I said these words, I felt a little sad.
Duanmu Jichu didn't say anything. Instead, he squinted his eyes and leaned back in his super luxurious swivel chair, not moving at all. No one knew what he was thinking.
The sunlight coming in from the window cast a layer of golden halo on his chocolate-brown hair. His long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow under his drooping eyelids, making his facial features look three-dimensional and perfect. His whole body exuded a natural aura of a king, making it impossible to ignore him or not look at him.
After a long time, he finally stood up, walked to my side as if he had made up his mind, and patted my shoulder gently: "Okay, I'll let you go back."
Huh? So simple? How is that possible?
I almost started to wonder if there was something wrong with my ears.
really……
"However, this class is the soul of the entire school. You can't just come and go as you please. If you want to leave, you must pay for the tuition you have spent here." He raised the corners of his lips and smiled evilly. "Since your family is not well off, I will give you a discount."
How much does it cost to study?
"I paid the tuition fee at the beginning of the semester." I asked curiously, "Are there any other fees?"
"You pay the tuition for the ordinary class, but this is a full-time secretary training class, which is the soul of the school, so of course the fees are different." He turned around, took out a stack of information from the desk behind him and threw it in front of me, "Look for yourself, the teachers are all high-quality professionals recruited from all over the country with high salaries. In order to provide this class with a good learning environment, the fragrant lilies arranged around the classroom are fresh every day, and there are also art rooms, flower art rooms, tea ceremony rooms and other auxiliary classrooms set up specifically for the class. Of course, the most important thing is this building. This Xingxiu Building is all for the service of this class. Converted into money, it is a considerable amount. Do you think that as a businessman, I will make an investment without returns?"
invest……
It turns out that he really treats everyone in the class as an object, as a tool for him to make money. This bastard who only cares about money, a profit-seeking businessman!
I flipped through the information with resentment, my heart beating wildly with each page, not for anything else, but because there was a number after each page introduction, and those numbers were followed by countless "0", which made me dizzy. Yes, that was the amount of money that AURORA Group invested in this school.
"So... I want to leave now, how much more money do I have to pay?" I asked him tremblingly after flipping through the documents.
"If you can stay until graduation or be expelled by me, I will not charge you a penny, but you asked to leave, so I will charge you 10,000 yuan a day. I will give you a 10% discount, 9,000 yuan a day." Duanmu Jichu leaned leisurely on his big desk and gave me a smug smile that made my hair stand on end. "Your fast calculation ability is pretty good, so I don't need to tell you how much it is in total!"
Nine thousand dollars a day, and I took this class for thirteen days. Thirteen days... nine thousand dollars... Oh my god, 117,000 dollars! Just kill me.
Even if you kill me, I can't come up with so much money.
"You...you are basically robbing!" I was shocked and angry. I pointed at Duanmu Jichu's nose and jumped up and shouted, "Are you running a black school? No, even if you are the one who runs a black school, you have a better conscience than you!"
"You were the one who asked to leave. I don't care anyway." Seeing my reaction, Duanmu Jichu was not angry. Instead, he shrugged as if it was a matter of course, and hooked the corners of his lips at me mischievously, "I don't need this little money, but it's not bad to earn some pocket money occasionally. You decide for yourself. Oh, but I guess you can't come up with so much money, so I'll make a break and allow you to pay in installments. Also, do you want a loan? My family is quite familiar with the bank. Do you need me to say hello? I can give you a lower interest rate..."
loan?
Before that, I had been killed by my stingy mother!
I gritted my teeth at him, wishing I could punch his perfect face into pieces.
I glared at him, and he looked at me back without any hesitation. There were clear words written in his eyes: I wonder what you can do to me?
That's right, I really couldn't do anything to him, so I turned around, kicked the door open, and left angrily.
Didn't he just say that if I could stay until graduation or be expelled by him, I wouldn't have to pay extra tuition? Then, I will try my best to get him to expel me. Humph, as the king of street thugs, I am not someone you can mess with!
