Chapter 313: Above Ten Thousand

# Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

**Boss Cutie**

Jiang Muye had never written a speech in the first place.

He didn't write that crap when he was in meetings at the company, and he certainly wasn't going to write one now that he was back at school.

Besides, he felt there was nothing worth passing on. Surely he couldn't stand up there and teach everyone how to get a System.

As it was, Jiang Muye felt like he'd won the lottery—suddenly able to install a System, just like a dream.

If not for the System, he never would have become the future Chen family heir. Most likely, he wouldn't even be a blip on Leng Ruoli's radar.

Every bit of his good fortune had begun with installing the System.

If he announced on the spot that he had a System and had used it to become a winner in life, he'd be lucky if he wasn't dragged off for psychiatric treatment.

The principal: "…"

Emo. Another day of shutting down.

While Jiang Muye was being his true self, the principal could only silently bleed inside, but his face instantly arranged itself into an expression like nothing was wrong.

He stepped forward and explained to the students, "Student Jiang Muye's speech really was excellent—every sentence a gem! Summarized just right! As students, you must engrave it firmly in your hearts!"

"These eight words carry Senior Muye's hopes for all of you. Studying hard is an attitude—after all, learning is the primary productive force. Without learning, how can you grow? How can you rise? How can you possibly be as successful as your senior here?"

"Some people even give up on themselves, thinking studying is useless. If you don't straighten out your attitude like Senior Muye—repent and turn back from the wrong path, the prodigal returning—how can you have an upright, promising future? And furthermore… (a thousand words omitted here)"

Jiang Muye's ears had grown calluses listening to the principal's speech.

He'd only casually said "eight words." Was there really any need to expand it into a reading comprehension exercise?

No—he clearly hadn't meant any of that, but now it had been interpreted from every possible angle.

Jiang Muye didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He felt like he was back in his student days all at once.

Why did the principal have so much nonsense to say? Couldn't he ever finish? So long-winded.

Especially droning on and on at the morning assembly—wouldn't it be better to use that time to let everyone move around freely and do something more useful?

"Ah." Jiang Muye was so sleepy his eyelids were fighting each other.

He walked straight down and went to Leng Ruoli's side.

Not caring who was watching or what they thought, Jiang Muye did as he pleased and sat down beside Leng Ruoli, rested his head on her shoulder, and muttered, "I'm sleepy."

Then he leaned against her and closed his eyes to sleep.

Would the principal dare criticize him? No!

Just who was Jiang Muye?

A standout whose casual stomp of the floor could make the ground tremble!

Everyone else was secretly watching Jiang Muye.

The young girls especially—they'd been a bit disappointed when they saw Jiang Muye bring Leng Ruoli along.

But when they saw Jiang Muye's untamed manner, they were so dazzled they turned into lovestruck fools.

"Jiang Muye is seriously so handsome—another day of hoping they break up!"

"Tell me about it, I'm so jealous of his girlfriend. Jiang Muye is so cool, giving the principal that look. Having a man like that as a boyfriend has to be the coolest thing ever! Heh heh, he's even got those eyelashes, so long, and that jawline is just gorgeous!"

While the girls were swooning, the boys started chattering too.

"Yeah, hurry up and break up, his girlfriend is seriously gorgeous—exactly my type, a Goddess!"

"I want to be her simp. Why doesn't our school have a girl this pretty? If there were, I'd want to go to class every day!"

"That figure is amazing, her skin's so white, and she's so big—must be so comfortable to lean on. I want to lean on Fang Yu's body too. I'm so jealous of Jiang Muye—how do you figure all the good things in the world go to Jiang Muye?"

"Tell me about it! I want to transmigrate into Jiang Muye's body."

"Are you stupid! If I were him, I'd start a harem—why would you focus on chasing just one girl? Isn't lying around surrounded by women sweeter? Heh heh, even if Fang Yu's got a nice figure, I still really want a super-stacked babe."

In the end, the boys' words earned them a scolding from the girls.

"Ew, disgusting. I think you guys just don't have Muye's fate. Muye really is so much better than you. Look at him—rich and powerful, and still so devoted and faithful. He's even stuck to his girlfriend's side when he comes back to school."

"Another day moved by this sweet sweet love. Ugh, the dog food has filled me up~"

The boys who'd been heckled weren't convinced. "Actually, isn't Jiang Muye only doing well because he's the Chen family heir! If I were the Chen family heir, I'd be way more badass than him by now!"

Someone burst out laughing at that. "When he wasn't the Chen family heir, he'd already gotten into West City University! That's a 211, how many graduates from each class get in? You'd be lucky to get into West City High-Capability!"

That single sentence silenced the boys who'd been dismissive of Jiang Muye.

That's right—getting into West City University was incredibly hard.

Having ten students from a high school get into West City University would already be impressive.

If you could get in, that proved Jiang Muye's grades were amazing—he was a Super Scholar, which already crushed a whole crowd of people.

Now whoever tried to disparage Jiang Muye for relying on being an heir could shut their mouths.

Jiang Muye had squeezed into a prestigious academy on grades alone, yet these people—what could they do besides being sour and running their mouths?

At that moment, Jiang Muye had no idea he'd nearly come under a hail of gunfire.

He was sleeping peacefully until "the principal's speech" ended, when he was pushed awake by Leng Ruoli.

"Alright, everyone's dispersing now," Leng Ruoli gently reminded Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye was still bleary-eyed, getting up from the soft hills of Leng Ruoli's chest.

The tip of his nose still carried a hint of milky fragrance—he really couldn't bear to pull away.

But looking around, students were already leaving with their little stools, so he knew the boring principal's lecture was over.

"Alright, let's go," Jiang Muye said with a chuckle to Leng Ruoli.

"Okay." Leng Ruoli's little face was flushed red. She had just taken Jiang Muye's hand to get up when some students came over for autographs.

"Senior Muye, sign something for us! I admire you so much!"

"Muye…"

Jiang Muye became a hot commodity, surrounded three layers deep, and he signed until his hand went soft.

Among them was a Junior with a very impressive chest, twisting her water-snake waist, her voice all cutesy as she said, "Senior Muye, you're a Super Scholar, and I'm about to take the college entrance exam. Could you leave me your phone number and teach me a few problems?"