Gold Medal Mediator [Quick Transmigration] 31p2

Chapter 31: The Woman Behind the Big Shot (5-2)

Hua Baihe had originally not known that her act of heroism had butterfly-effected away the scene of the Child of Destiny meeting the male protagonist in a pitiful state.

But soon, a few girls came in from the front door of the classroom. One was soaked like a drowned rat, and another was limping with the support of her companion, it was not clear what was wrong with her foot.

Seeing this scene, how could Hua Baihe not understand?

—This was a certain classmate Wild Grass turning over a new leaf and starting to fight against the evil forces.

She recalled a scene in the original world where Wild Grass was cornered and bullied in the toilet and was seen by a kind-hearted boy, who took off his own jacket and gave it to her.

That was one of the few people in Yun Yeman’s life who would show her kindness.

Thinking of this, Hua Baihe couldn’t help but look at the person next to her, who was taking out her English textbook to do some pre-class preparation. She knew that this person, though she seemed cold and indifferent on the surface, as if she didn’t care about being bullied and was submissive, as long as she seized the opportunity, she would one day bounce back.

On the podium, Zuo Qinrong was shocked by their miserable state. These were all students who had performed well in her English class. She didn’t know what had happened.

Most importantly, the parents of these few were the ones who had given her the most gifts at parent-teacher conferences.

Zuo Qinrong, who had always not interfered in student disputes, also had her exceptions. She immediately pulled a long face. “What’s going on? How did this happen? The school has already clearly stipulated that students are not allowed to bully each other, to ensure a civilized and harmonious school atmosphere.”

“Don’t be afraid. Tell me who bullied you, and I’ll go to the dean of students.”

One of the girls with the sprained ankle immediately turned her head and cast her gaze to the last row.

Yun Yeman was roaming in the sea of learning, oblivious to the world. She didn’t even flinch at the gaze. As for Hua Baihe, she looked over with interest, sized her up, and in the quiet classroom, suddenly spoke:

“Teacher, how do you know they were bullied and didn’t just fall into a pond?”

Zuo Qinrong didn’t speak. The girl who had wanted to point out Yun Yeman was also choked up, the words stuck in her throat.

She met Hua Baihe’s gaze and saw the smile in her eyes—

And then she suddenly remembered what she had heard in the cafeteria at noon.

Anyone who used violence in the school would be considered to have provoked Yin Zhi.

Even the student council president could only obediently submit. Where did she get the guts to provoke her to her face? Besides, Yun Yeman was sitting right next to her. Wouldn’t the person closest to Yin Zhi speak up herself about the truth?

When she spoke again, her words had changed direction. “No, teacher. The water pipe in the washroom in the corner of the third floor suddenly burst, and Xi Hui got soaked. I accidentally fell when I went to help her. The other students who passed by helped us back.”

The girl whose clothes were soaked was named Xi Hui. She was wearing a wet, dark red jacket now, but even though she was uncomfortable, she didn’t dare to take it off. After all, her white shirt was underneath, and she didn’t want to be seen by the other boys.

Hearing her friend’s words, she nodded along. “Yes, yes, that’s right.”

Zuo Qinrong looked at their reaction and secretly guessed if they had been messed with by Yin Zhi, or something else. But no matter what, these students seemed determined not to tell the truth.

She couldn’t interfere, and she didn’t dare to provoke Yin Zhi. She could only tell them to be careful next time, and then returned to the podium to start today’s lesson.

Yun Yeman’s hand, flipping through her textbook, paused for a moment. She turned to look at Hua Baihe.

…It seemed that all of the other’s acts of heroism today were related to her.

Was she being conceited? Or was it just a coincidence?

But Hua Baihe paid her no mind. She was uncomfortable with Zuo Qinrong’s pronunciation and soon began to feel sleepy. She built a high wall of books on her desk, then rested her head in her hand, facing Yun Yeman, her eyes vacant.

“Wake me up when she comes.”

Yun Yeman suspected she was so sleepy she couldn’t even recognize who she was.

She pinched the page of her textbook and occasionally looked at the person sleeping next to her, lost in thought.

And then Hua Baihe heard a continuous stream of system broadcasts in her ear:

“The Child of Destiny’s affection level for you is: -45.”

“The Child of Destiny’s affection level for you is: -10.”

“The Child of Destiny’s affection level for you is: -38.”

Hua Baihe was so annoyed she had a headache. She thought, how can the little brats these days be so fickle? They’re clearly a bunch of playboys.

Without opening her eyes, she reached out and lightly tapped Yun Yeman’s thigh under the desk, moving only her lips to make a sound:

“Shh.”

Be quiet.

Yun Yeman had never been touched on the thigh by anyone in her life. To be precise, she had never had close contact with anyone since she could remember. Perhaps she had had more contact with the broom her father casually picked up than with people.

For a moment, her mind went blank, and her affection level naturally froze as well.

All along, the person Yun Yeman was closest to was her mother, Qi Ran, a woman who had been tormented into a state of numbness by Yun Jin. She was busy with work all day, where would she have the time to show her any affection? She had never even given her a hug.

As for herself, Yun Yeman had been a silent person since elementary school. No one in her class would play with her, and she had no time to think about these things. Every day, after finishing her classes, she would go home and help her mother with the housework. At the age of seven, she was already cooking on a small stool.

Not to mention at Yun Ding, where everyone seemed to look down on her status. Even when they bullied her, they would do it through something, never directly touching her, as if she were carrying some terrible contagious bacteria.

At this moment, Hua Baihe was completely asleep. After tapping her leg with the back of her right index finger, she was too lazy to pull her hand back. Her arm followed the force of gravity and fell, her fingertips no longer tense, naturally relaxing.

The falling fingers drew a line down the side of Yun Yeman’s leg, sending a tingling itch through her. She turned her head, but only saw Hua Baihe’s hand hanging loosely by the side of her chair.

And this person was already sleeping soundly with her head in her hand, facing her. When her eyes were closed, the slightly contemptuous, condescending gaze was hidden, leaving only long, obedient lashes.

Like a beautiful blue peacock with its feathers folded, still breathtakingly beautiful.

The more Yun Yeman looked, the more she understood that this person was not from her world.

The other was a high and mighty queen who had grown up in a privileged environment, while she was just a loach that had rolled out of the mud. She had thought the mud had hidden her form, but in the clear water…

She was still just as ugly.

Her left leg was already half numb, but Yun Yeman no longer cared about this. She composed herself, her eyes returning to their usual indifference, and listened to the class.

—No matter what, her friendship with Yin Zhi probably ended with this ordinary deskmate relationship.

Maybe in three years, maybe just one semester, Yin Zhi would leave this school. From then on, even if she looked up, she would never see this person’s figure again.

**

Hua Baihe was woken up by the end-of-class bell.

Zuo Qinrong had been on the podium all day. Although she saw Yin Zhi secretly sleeping in the back, her skill of turning a blind eye was at max level, and she taught her class very naturally.

Now, the bell had been ringing for a long time, but she still seemed to have more to say. When the students had finally endured her last bit of content, they heard her add another sentence:

“By the way, this Thursday and Friday is the customary new semester placement test, to see if you’ve forgotten the knowledge points from last semester. You should all review well. If the average score is lower than other classes, I’d like to see how you can have the face to go out and say you’re a student of Class 1.”

The students below all wailed. The start of school was a great demon!

After thinking for a moment, Zuo Qinrong looked at the two students sitting in the back. She felt she couldn’t always put Director Yin’s daughter in the back, so she added another sentence:

“After the exam, the old rule applies. The one with the best grades gets to pick their seat first. Those of you with myopia and who are short should work even harder.”

The moment she finished speaking, the students began to whine:

“Wow! Teacher Zuo, that’s too much!”

“What did myopia do wrong?”

“I’m proud of being short. Concentration is the essence!”

“The bond between teacher and student is a precious one. Cherish this fate, teacher!”

But Zuo Qinrong didn’t care much. She had seen Yin Zhi’s grades, and the school she had been at before had a similar level of difficulty. At that time, Yin Zhi would probably pick a seat in the front, and she would have a good account to give at the parent-teacher conference.

She was very satisfied with her plan to change the big boss’s daughter’s seat.

But Hua Baihe was not so happy, because she found that she had one more thing to worry about—

Yun Yeman had been bullied by those people before, and her grades had been going downhill. And her true love, Meng Qitian, was a talent who was going to attend a top national university in the future.

If Wild Grass didn’t work hard now, how could she get into the same university campus as her male god in the future and happily hold hands with him on the tree-lined path?

Hua Baihe felt she had the obligation to ‘prevent this in the future.’

Thinking of this, she was about to have a flash of inspiration and find a way to tutor Yun Yeman when she suddenly heard a few girls talking in another direction.

“Yiran, what time are you going home today? I haven’t seen you all vacation. Should we find a chance to get together?”

“Yeah, Yiran. I remember last time I went to your house, there was an auntie who was quite nimble and made delicious milk tea. Why don’t we go to your house together after school?”

The two people speaking were the ones who had sprained their ankle in the toilet and had a bucket of water dumped on them by Yun Yeman.

Their idea was also simple. Since Hua Baihe was at school and they couldn’t openly bully Yun Yeman, then as long as they were at Lin Yiran’s house, they could order her mother around, and she could only watch from the side. Wouldn’t that be great?

Or even better, if they could order both mother and daughter around, that would be even better.

Hua Baihe could clearly feel that the person beside her had stopped breathing after the two girls spoke.

In her peripheral vision, the not-so-fair hand was gripping the cheap pen so tightly that her fingertips were white, as if she were about to snap it in half.

Hua Baihe sighed to herself and said to the System, “System-boo, I can write a couplet for myself right now—”

First line: Act of heroism.

Second line: Buy one get one free.

Horizontal inscription: Lei Feng reincarnated.

The System, for her behavior of saving the daughter and then the family, gave her some encouragement. “Don’t be afraid. Her affection level for you is already too negative. As long as you use the right method, even if you rescue her mother from the Lin family, she won’t be grateful to you in the slightest.”

Hua Baihe: “…”

That doesn’t sound like encouragement at all.

She felt she had worried herself sick over the Child of Destiny, but she had to earn the hundred million she had chosen, even if it meant crying. In an instant, she looked in the direction of the girls.

“What an interesting gathering. You didn’t even invite me, your new classmate. That’s not very friendly.”

Lin Yiran’s face turned pale. She hadn’t expected to attract the attention of this plague god.

The two girls who had made the suggestion also had an indescribable expression. They had originally wanted to scare Yun Yeman, but they hadn’t expected Yun Yeman to not even bristle, but to attract the soul-searching question of the big boss.

The few of them were speechless for a moment.

It was Lin Yiran who finally spoke, trembling, “Th-my house is too small. I’m afraid you won’t be comfortable.”

Hua Baihe nodded calmly. “It’s fine. I don’t have many good points, but one of them is my slender figure. I don’t take up much space—”

“Or are you saying you don’t want to invite me?” Hua Baihe rested her cheek in her hand, her eyes narrowed, a lazy smile on her lips.

Hearing her say this, how could Lin Yiran dare to refuse? She could only hastily agree. “No, no. I’m so happy you can come.”

Though she said she was happy, the expression on her and the two girls’ faces was uglier than crying.

Hua Baihe was satisfied. She was about to turn to Yun Yeman and talk about grades when she heard the supervision mode pop up again.

“The Child of Destiny’s affection level for you is: -100. Activating blackening mode.”

Hua Baihe: “…”

Hua Baihe: “???”

Can’t people trust each other a little more?

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Hua Baihe [takes out a handkerchief to wipe her tears]: Stay calm. We can win.