Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 45 - 0 God-level Chat Group Why Must You Provoke Her 1

Chapter 45: 045 God-level Chat Group, Why Must You Provoke Her [1 Update]

Chapter 45: 045 God-level Chat Group, Why Must You Provoke Her [1 Update]

What kind of school is Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School?

It’s not even a key high school, located far in the suburbs, and it doesn’t get any preferential educational resources.

Only students with poor academic performance go to No.7 Middle School, including some uncontrollable, incorrigible scions of distinguished families that no key high school would take.

“Her? Attend No.1 High School?” Sheng Song touched his nose and mocked, “Even my parents didn’t manage to get me into No.1 High School. It’s always strict, she’d better stop daydreaming.”

Sheng Yunyi just laughed: “People should have dreams.”

“Sister Yunyi, I heard she’s always causing trouble for you. She’s not a good person,” Sheng Song said with a fierce glint in his eyes, “I’m your brother, I can’t just watch her bully you. Now that she’s come to No.7, I won’t let her have an easy time.”

“Xiaosong, your job is to study hard,” Sheng Yunyi sighed lightly, “Don’t worry about these things anymore, I’ll just ignore her.”

“How can that be okay?” Sheng Song said indignantly, “Sister Yunyi, she only bullies you because she thinks you’re easy to pick on, just a case of the strong bullying the weak. I must help you.”

Sheng Yunyi just smiled: “Xiaosong, you’re a good kid. Stay for dinner.”

Being praised made Sheng Song floaty with happiness, he said shyly, “That’s not true, Sister Yunyi, you flatter me.”

“Steward.” Sheng Yunyi signaled for Steward Sheng to take Sheng Song to dine.

Sheng Song was very excited; if he could get on good terms with Sheng Yunyi, he was sure to gain access to more resources.

He couldn’t wait.

**

“What, what?”

At the Lin Family, Cheng Qingli, who was reporting work, heard that Ye Wanlan had already enrolled in No.7 and was shocked: “Sister Lan, can you handle both managing the company and school?”

Ye Wanlan was holding a pen, working on a drawing: “Am I busy?”

Cheng Qingli: “…”

What kind of time management master is this?

“Sister Lan, we also contacted President Quan for a collaboration on the ‘Annus Mirabilis’ film and television project,” Cheng Qingli mentioned, “We will be fully responsible for the costumes, and she won’t interfere.”

“Good,” Ye Wanlan nodded, “Call Jiang Xulin on Saturday, come with me to talk business.”

‘Annus Mirabilis’ is adapted from an ancient novel about political strategy, a major IP production that was hot even before filming started, with many companies vying for a piece of the action.

If Pulling the Sky Company could clinch this cooperation, it would open nationwide recognition.

Only then would they be qualified to be invited to fashion shows, to compete with other brands, and even possibly share the stage with the world’s three top luxury brands in the future.

“That’s all for the other matters,” Cheng Qingli waved her hand, “Sister Lan, I’ll take my leave first.”

“Wait.” Ye Wanlan finished her last stroke, she blew on it to dry the ink, “Your painting.”

Cheng Qingli carefully took the drawing and looked at it, expressing a “huh”: “Sister Lan, this painting is styled differently from the one Fang Qinghan bought the other day.”

Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows: “Oh?”

Due to family reasons, Cheng Qingli had been forced to start working early and didn’t even finish high school, but she had an extremely keen sense for art.

“No no no, Sister Lan, I’m not at all saying your painting isn’t good, this one is also very good!” Cheng Qingli promised, “I was just curious.”

That day, she had only briefly glanced at the painting, but the more she saw the style of the flowers and birds, the more it reminded her of the tribute painting Princess Yongning once presented to Ning Zhaozong—’Spring Mountain Hundreds of Birds Painting.’

She had wanted to take a closer look later, but it was bought by Fang Qinghan!

Cheng Qingli was gritting her teeth in frustration.

She remembered Fang Qinghan!

“So that painting was going to be thrown in the trash,” Ye Wanlan said calmly, “This one I painted seriously; how can the two be compared?”

She could switch handwriting styles, so what was a different painting style?

Cheng Qingli’s eyes welled up with tears, “Sister Lan, I love you so much.”

The next second, she left the Lin Family in high spirits, hugging the painting.

Some spent three million, but she could take it away for free!

Ye Wanlan turned to the homework set by the history group leader, and suddenly, a chat group popped up on her phone.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: Brothers and sisters, I got promoted, let’s celebrate with a red packet!

[Ghostbuster Bro]: [Red Packet]

[World’s Richest]: Dissatisfied, it’s not even enough for one breakfast for me.

[Cultured Person]: Be understanding, they don’t deal with people much, so it’s good if they can even find a few coins in their pockets.

Ye Wanlan clicked to receive the red packet.

[System]: Congratulations, you’ve grabbed one cent.

Ye Wanlan’s expression remained calm.

[YN]: Thank you.

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The whole group suddenly went quiet.

After a full three minutes of silence, the group’s icons started flashing wildly.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: Oh my god, grandpa, after eight hundred years, your friend has finally come back to life!

[World’s Richest]: I thought my eyes were deceiving me, I just changed into a new pair of glasses.

[Cultured Person]: Rich Sister’s glasses cost a million a pair, right?

[World’s Richest]: Correction, 17,980,000.

After saying that, she sent several hundred exclusive red packets to Ye Wanlan in the group.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: God damn it, I want in too!

[World’s Richest]: ?

[World’s Richest]: How could you compare yourself to Sister YN, go wash up and sleep.

After Ye Wanlan collected her money, there were a few more zeros in her account.

She tapped the table lightly, it seemed that not having contact for four years made the rich even richer.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: Sister YN, where are you at Global Center? Wanguo Group? Strategic Research Institute? World Bank? Or maybe Shenzhou University? But I’ve asked several times and there’s no sign of you.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: Could it be I’m not climbing high enough? Not qualified to see you yet?

They had agreed when they first created the group that they would meet at the Global Center five years later, and whoever climbed the slowest would get beaten up.

As a result, YN disappeared for four years without a trace, which prevented them from having a successful face-to-face meeting.

He really wanted to rob Rich Sister’s wallet.

In this group, YN was the most mysterious presence. They only knew her gender, nothing else.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: Say something, Sister YN, what exactly are you doing?

After giving it some thought, Ye Wanlan took a picture of her homework book and sent it with complete sincerity.

[YN]: Doing high school history questions, quite interesting.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: ???

[World’s Richest]: If you’re doing high school history questions, then I’ll limit my spending to under a million tomorrow.

[Crazy Scientist]: Sister YN really is one of the People of Shenzhou. Speaking of which, a guy in our unit was complaining a few days ago that Shenzhou has been oppressing them, wanting to investigate something about a battle of ten thousand troops 300 years ago. Luckily, I’m not in that department, or I’d be working overtime every day.

Ye Wanlan’s eyes narrowed.

Someone was still investigating something from 300 years ago?

Who?

After the Heavenly Sound Sect, the Lin Family, the Great Purity Sect after the Rong Family, or the Su Family after the Taiyi Palace?

[YN]: Let me know if you get any news.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: Are all you People of Shenzhou crazy? It’s something from 300 years ago, I can’t find anything!

Ye Wanlan ignored him, she was looking at a private chat.

[Crazy Scientist]: Sister YN, help me take a look, what’s wrong with this diagram?

This was an extremely detailed blueprint of a laser weapon, an absolute world secret, but the other party had sent it just like that.

Ye Wanlan pondered for a moment, corrected a few connections, and sent it back.

[Crazy Scientist]: You’re as awesome as ever. The A19 laser weapon is ten times more powerful than the previous generation. Once it’s made, I’ll send you one.

[YN]: Ten.

[Crazy Scientist]: You’re ruthless… Deal.

Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes drooped down, feeling a slight tremor at her heart.

Fortunately, the Transcendent Woman couldn’t take away everything from her.

What belonged to her would always be hers.

“Ah Lan.” Lin Huaijin knocked on the door and walked in after getting a response, “What’s making you so happy?”

Ye Wanlan came back to her senses and said at an even pace, “I just swindled ten laser weapons and collected a million yuan red envelope.”

Lin Huaijin: ???

Something was wrong, his adorable, sensible, and fragile niece seemed to be getting crazier?

No, he must contact Rong Yu to ask about it.

**

At 2 a.m., in the suburbs, Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School.

All the lights had dimmed except for the solitary lamp still burning in the guard room.

No.7 Middle School was indeed short on funds and the facilities were aging due to lack of maintenance.

All the money was being put into the students by the No.7 Middle School Principal, cultivating them to join various competition classes and summer camps.

At this time, the campus surveillance was off.

Sheng Song climbed over the outer wall with ease and dashed to the teaching building, arriving at class 2 (1).

Opening the door was a piece of cake for him; he unlocked it with a piece of wire and went inside.

He was in class 2, right across from class 1, and often wandered over to class 1 so he knew everything about it.

With a glance, Sheng Song confirmed Ye Wanlan’s location.

High school students had too many textbooks and workbooks. They usually only brought home what they needed, and the rest stayed in the classroom.

Sheng Song clicked his tongue, “Coming in through the back door and still bothering to read, who are you trying to impress?”

Having dropped out for three years, shouldn’t Ye Wanlan have started from the first year of high school?

Two years had passed, and seeing that she could not stay by Zhou Hechen’s side, did she change her tactics and start studying again?

Sheng Song sneered.

The books were thrown on the floor and then ripped apart. He dumped all the trash on Ye Wanlan’s desk and chair.

Then, Sheng Song lifted his foot and stomped on Ye Wanlan’s cup a few times, making the words “Gift from Yan Tingfeng” on it unrecognizable.