Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 2

Ah! ... Ah! ... I feel like dying. Even the Royal Academy has a few flowers, but this place is all weeds, and a whole bunch of weeds at that...

"Young Master Shen, please take the last seat." The tutor placed me in an inconspicuous little corner, and I obediently nodded.

The Master was not a learned man, and his classes were rather bland. Most of the time, he would lecture while I would daydream.

My classmates were very enthusiastic towards me. There was a guy named Sun Jingtian who would often stir up little incidents to attract the attention of the whole class.

Zimo would pick me up from school and take me home. On the way, he would always talk about his school's problems, and I would doze off while using him as a pillow. Overall, it was pretty good.

[Main Text: Chapter 3]

It's been a few months since school started, and I still can't remember all the names of my classmates, except for Sun, who loves to show off.

Today, as usual, I was daydreaming in my corner while the teacher was lecturing on the platform, speaking fluently (though he wasn't quite a river yet). Just as I was lost in my reverie, a loud "BANG!" interrupted everyone's "contemplation."

The classroom door was kicked open, and a haughty little boy stormed in, his eyes glaring like he was breathing fire. Damn it, was he here to cause trouble? A moment later, the principal rushed in, whispered something to the teacher, and then left.

The teacher, regaining his composure, gave the little devil a prime spot in the classroom, but the little devil seemed dissatisfied, glaring at the teacher and shouting:

"Get out of here."

"Hush—Hush." The students gasped, even more stunned than before. This fierce teacher was considered extremely disrespectful in today's society.

Xiao Shaxing was fearless. He walked past the teacher, past the students who were staring at him, and finally stood in front of me and said:

"I'll sit here." Damn, anyone who wants to sit here isn't a good student. I'm not going to give him my golden spot to stand around daydreaming, so I'll pretend I didn't hear him.

Seeing that I didn't move, the little guy's fierceness was replaced by malice as he roared:

"Get out of here!" I still didn't move. He was probably really angry. Suddenly, he swept my textbooks off the table, overturned my desk, and kicked my chair. Damn it, he's crazy. I quickly left that place to avoid getting involved with a law-abiding citizen like me.

He watched me walk away. Then he said to the teacher, "Alright, there's no one here now. Move my table over here."

Damn it, I got bullied by a little brat! What kind of nonsense is this?! I'm over fifty years old, and today some kid stole my territory! I'm so angry!

Suppressing my anger, I picked up my little stool and carefully walked around to his side. I decided that since things were like this, I would be his deskmate.

"Everyone wants this amazing position, let's share it." It's no big deal, just treat it as a screen to keep the teacher away.

I tidied up my things next to him. The teacher saw that the "plague god" didn't say anything, so he didn't interrupt. There were no deskmates in this class. The teacher looked at the "plague god" and waited for him to speak. The little guy had achieved his goal and ignored everyone. The teacher had no choice but to continue the lesson, and I continued to daydream.

He glared at me, seemingly unconcerned about my behavior, then scanned the backs of all the students' heads with his domineering bull-like eyes. What a strange guy.

After class, he scare away a group of "kind classmates" who came to curry favor with him with his eyes. He himself was like a god of death, slaughtering all living beings within three feet of him from his throne. I, the only surviving creature, didn't know whether to be happy or sad...

As soon as we stepped out of the courtyard gate, Zi Mo eagerly greeted me. He glanced around for a moment, then pushed me into the carriage. Before I was even seated, he asked with a nervous expression:

"Did you get a new student at your academy? He looks pretty fierce."

"It's not that it looks fierce, it's that it's inherently fierce." I lay on the carriage cot, using Zi Mo as a pillow.

"Eleventh Brother, do you remember Ouyang Wu Hui that I mentioned to you?"

I remember, Ouyang Wu Hui, the little tyrant of the Royal Academy, whose grandfather was the only non-royal prince in the Eastern Qing Kingdom—Prince Shouping, whose father was General Zhenyuan, commanding 300,000 troops currently on the frontier, and whose mother was the late emperor's eldest sister, Princess Anle. A truly remarkable family background.

"He is Ouyang Wuhui."

"Him?" I was genuinely a little surprised.

Zi Mo looked down at me seriously and said, "Stay away from him. Yesterday, he beat up the eldest grandson of the Minister of War in the palace. In the end, the ministers discussed and decided to send him to the Huguo Academy. Try to ignore him. Killing you won't pose a threat to him."

"I know," we say, "our lives are cheap."

Back in my little room, I set up my art supplies and started drawing comics. I started drawing this comic last year, originally just to pass the time, but my mother found out and thought it had commercial potential, so she became my agent. Right now, I'm drawing "Journey to the East," adapted from "Journey to the West," and I'm plagiarizing Wu Cheng'en's original work. Hehe.

The sales of "Journey to the East" must be pretty good. Anyway, every kid has a copy, and they sit together every day discussing whether Pigsy is suitable for the journey to the East, and whether beautiful women are trustworthy. Zi Mo even gave me a hardcover copy with a pained expression, telling me to keep it safe.

After finishing "East", let's draw "The Lion King". It goes well with my new deskmate.

Ouyang Wuhui, should I try to curry favor with him?

I drew a soccer ball and gave it to my mother, asking her to help me figure out how to make it as soon as possible.

The allure of football is terrifying; if you're going to smash beer bottles and break TVs to watch it, can you really say it's not terrifying?

A few days later, I was holding a soccer ball in my arms, holding Zi Mo's hand, and the servants helped me into the car and we headed to school.

"Eleventh Brother, what are you holding in your hand?" Zi Mo asked curiously.

I handed him the "soccer ball" so he could take a good look.

He looked completely bewildered.

"I'll teach you how to play when I have time."

"good."

[Main Text: Chapter Four]

During the break, I left my seat, holding my new weapon, ready to lure the small fish onto the hook.

I found a crowded spot and started showing off my fancy ball skills. Although I'm not as agile as before, simple moves are still no problem for me. I used my feet to head the ball high and switched between left and right to perform tricks, attracting a circle of curious little ones.

Wu Hui glanced at us indifferently from afar, then resumed focusing his gaze on assassinating anything within three feet of him. Sigh! Those who were meant to come didn't, and those who weren't meant to come all arrived.

I asked in a friendly manner, "Want to play together?" As soon as I finished speaking, Sun Jingtian was the first to stand up and want to learn, and the little guys followed suit. One after another, everyone joined our team, but we still didn't manage to capture the target.