Chapter 10: She's the Only One Who Can Handle Her!

"That class is especially hostile to girls! Now that you’ve transferred in, you’re definitely in for trouble! If An Qianqian finds out, she’ll be absolutely delighted!"
As she spoke, Gong Ran acted as if she had just remembered An Qianqian’s existence, growing even more excited. "Right, right, An Qianqian! I’ll call her right now and let her enjoy the news!"
She truly took out her phone and dialed An Qianqian’s number.
After hanging up, Gong Ran turned to Ye Luo with a smug smile. "He Luo, An Qianqian asked me to pass on a message: if you can’t survive at Seventh High, you should come back to Ninth High. She promises from now on to turn over a new leaf and treat you well~"
Gong Ran pronounced the words "turn over a new leaf" deliberately, and the phrase "treat you well" was spoken with unmistakable gloating; it was clear that if Ye Luo returned to Ninth High, An Qianqian would make her suffer even more.
But was Ye Luo afraid?
It was more likely she would deal with An Qianqian herself!
If she could handle An Qianqian once, she could do it twice, three times, four times... countless times!
"Knowing someone like you is beneath me. I was going to tell you not to acknowledge me at school, not to greet me, but now there’s no need—after all, you’ll be kicked out of Seventh High in two weeks~" Gong Ran tilted her chin higher, looking as if she were bestowing pity. "I feel sorry for you~"
Ye Luo couldn’t even be bothered to respond.
Gong Ran would only enjoy her triumph for a few more years before she fell from being the heiress of S City’s most prominent family to having nothing at all. There was no need for Ye Luo to do anything.

Because, according to future records in "The History of Business Development," the Gong Group only flourished for a few years under Gong Lü’s leadership. Once Gong Lü died, the Gong Group rapidly declined, soon going bankrupt and disappearing from existence.
After dinner in the dining room, Ye Luo went upstairs, paying no attention to whether Gong Ran had left.
When she returned to her room, she found that the broken lock had already been replaced with a new one—clearly someone had changed it while she was eating.
Ye Luo entered and locked the door behind her.
Thanks to He Luo’s memories, she could adapt to life here without any effort.
As for whether the ancestor was truly a problem student, she would know tomorrow upon meeting them.
...
The next morning, Ye Luo awoke to find four brand-new Seventh High uniforms and a meal card delivered by a servant.
The meal card was a campus all-purpose card; as long as it had enough money loaded, it could be used for food in the school cafeteria or purchases in the campus supermarket.
The servant told Ye Luo that the card already had twenty thousand yuan on it.
Seventh High didn’t strictly require students to wear uniforms every day.
The uniforms were blue and white, consisting of both jacket and trousers.
Ye Luo put on a set; her body was so thin now that the uniform hung loosely on her.

Facing the mirror, Ye Luo removed the bandage from her head. There was only a coin-sized bruise on her forehead, no more bleeding, the wound shallow and no longer needing a bandage.
She tied her long hair up high; her bangs were just the right length to cover the injury completely.
Instantly, she looked much more spirited.
Her backpack sat nearby, stuffed full of new books issued to He Luo during her time at Ninth High.
Today was September 9th—the second Monday of the new semester for both Seventh High and Ninth High.
Though He Luo’s grades were poor, she had intended to study hard this term, staying up late to read and hoping to improve her academic performance.
But who could have guessed she’d be beaten by An Qianqian, hit her head, and lose consciousness?
Was her consciousness truly gone? Had it moved to someone else’s body? Or perhaps to Ye Luo’s body three hundred years in the future?
Ye Luo didn’t care in the slightest.