The original owner also doted on this son immensely, wishing he could give him everything. However, the relationship between Song Miao and the original owner had always been lukewarm, even though to outsiders they appeared to be a happy family with a gentle wife and young child.
The rich second generation’s family was powerful and wealthy. After some effort, they discovered that he actually had a child living outside. Even though the Jiang family was already quite well off and never lacked food or clothing, in the eyes of the rich second generation’s family, their precious grandson had suffered hardship in someone else’s home. Once it was confirmed that the child was indeed the rich second generation’s, this news was like a bolt from the blue for the original owner.
The wife he had admired since youth had actually been in a relationship before him, and for all these years he had been raising someone else’s child. The original owner could not accept it and immediately divorced Song Miao.
The divorce was exactly what Song Miao wanted. She successfully entered the rich second generation’s household with the child and thereafter reaped both fame and fortune by relying on him. Song Miao was a complete ingrate. She knew that what she had done back then was not upright, yet she felt no remorse at all. Instead, she used the power and influence of the rich second generation’s family to ruthlessly suppress Jiang’s father and the Jiang elder brother’s company.
In the end, she forced the original owner’s entire family to leave the capital and settle in another city. The original owner also fell into decline and developed depression before he even reached thirty.
The tasks left behind by the original owner were as follows. First, protect his father’s company. Second, achieve his ideal by winning an award in the National Youth Robotics Competition. Lastly, cherish life and stay far away from Song Miao.
The point in time when Jiang Chan arrived was right when the original owner had just entered high school. He was only sixteen years old. Jiang Chan pinched the original owner’s fair and tender cheek and could not help baring her teeth.
This fair skin was truly enviable. She wished she could be this pale in real life. According to the original owner’s memories, school would start in two days, so Jiang Chan needed to use this time to prepare everything she needed.
Thinking of the original owner’s task of participating in the National Youth Robotics Competition, Jiang Chan felt helpless. Her original intention in this world had been to focus on physics and biology competitions. Yet now there was also a robotics competition added. What was this supposed to mean?
The provincial robotics preliminary round was held every May, while the second round took place every July. Following this schedule, she would only be able to participate in the second semester of her first year of high school.
That was fine. These six plus months could also be used to prepare other things. As Jiang Chan searched for information and supplementary materials on robotics competitions, she silently made plans in her mind.
The original owner Jiang Yuhui had very good grades. When classes were divided by year level, he was not in the top ten, but he was still among the upper ranks. Jiang Chan was quite satisfied with his academic performance. Once the image of a top student was established, she did not want it to collapse easily.
On the last day of August, Jiang Chan wore a white shirt and black pants. Her appearance was clean and refreshing as she entered the classroom in high spirits.
The original owner had merely been introverted. Jiang Chan was truly aloof and distant. With a single sweep of her gaze, the girls who had been coveting Jiang Yuhui’s looks all fell silent. Their mouths were shut tighter than clams.
Jiang Chan did not hesitate and sat down in the last row, still the old spot. It was as if the seat by the window had become her standard placement. Gentle sunlight, a refined youth, and the book in his hands formed a beautiful picture.
Hearing the barely concealed whispers in the classroom, Jiang Chan felt helpless. Although this body was male, her heart was still that of a girl, even if her age as a girl might be older than all the classmates combined.
Suddenly being discussed by girls as a member of the opposite sex made Jiang Chan feel an indescribable mix of sensations. She had already made up her mind. During the time she was here, she would absolutely not have any ambiguous involvement with anyone of the opposite sex. Just thinking about it felt painful.
It seemed she could only maintain the images of a top student and an aloof flower to the end. Jiang Chan pressed her finger against the page, her gaze indifferent.
At this moment, a girl with a backpack entered the classroom. Her smile was bright, and although her clothes were old, they were washed clean. Her steps were light, and the ponytail behind her head swayed with each movement, making her seem instantly approachable.
Jiang Chan glanced over casually. It was Song Miao. As early as registration day, she had known that she and Song Miao would be in the same class, since Song Miao’s grades were also excellent.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chan sighed inwardly. Such a pure girl back in high school. How did she become so unrecognizable after entering university?
No matter what, since the original owner’s memory was to stay away from Song Miao, Jiang Chan would definitely not approach her. Of course, if Song Miao later twisted into that same state again, Jiang Chan would not mind giving her some trouble.
Like a little sun, Song Miao swept her gaze around the classroom after entering and quickly spotted Jiang Chan sitting in the last row. Her heart trembled, and the sweet smile on her face almost failed to hold.
She had always felt that Jiang Yuhui lacked something, not domineering enough and with an insufficient presence. Why did the current Jiang Yuhui feel so different from the one in her memories?
Her brows lifted slightly, and she suddenly felt that things were slipping beyond her control. Casting aside that trace of unease, Song Miao walked lightly to Jiang Chan’s side with her backpack.
“Hello, classmate. May I sit here?”
Jiang Chan lifted her head indifferently and looked at the smiling girl who could not fully hide her nervousness. Her well shaped lips parted slightly. “No. I am not used to sitting with strangers.”
After saying that, Jiang Chan lowered her head again, not even sparing a glance at Song Miao who stood stiffly by the desk. She once more immersed herself in the robotics programming book.
Song Miao had not expected Jiang Chan to reject her so bluntly. The smile at the corner of her mouth stiffened. She had not thought Jiang Yuhui would embarrass her like this. In the past, Jiang Yuhui had always responded to her requests and never rejected her opinions.
She took a deep breath and treated it as Jiang Yuhui not knowing her yet at this time. Straightening her back, she walked step by step to an empty desk in front and sat down.
Song Miao comforted herself. It was fine. Once Jiang Yuhui fell for her in the future, she would settle today’s account properly.
That was right. This Song Miao had been reborn, but Jiang Chan did not know that. Qingyuan had once told Jiang Chan that the first three tasks were simple. Later on, the tasks would become increasingly difficult, but naturally she would also learn more.
Jiang Chan had no idea that this Song Miao was reborn. Even if she knew, she would not take it to heart. Her task was simply not to have any involvement with Song Miao. As for the rest, she would not concern herself with it.
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Thanks for the chapter!