Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 155

I really didn't want to go. Why should I be with that bunch of trash? But I couldn't go against my mother's wishes, and in the end, I went to that lousy academy.

This unwise decision has made my life a mess. It's all that rotten person's fault at Huguo Academy.

Sometimes I think, if only he hadn't been studying there, I wouldn't have met him, and I wouldn't have someone driving me crazy every day.

I don't remember our first meeting at all; I'm not one to remember trivial things. All I know is that I condescended to tell him to get lost—that was really giving him too much credit. Yet he had the audacity to sit next to me. I couldn't even be bothered to look at him; to me, he was just an eyesore.

Flies like to daydream in class and, like me, dislike the teacher.

The only difference was that the flies played with the dung. The flies led them in kicking a ball around, and I spent most of my time alone. I hated them, and I loathed this garbage place even more.

Although I had my mother make me one on the very first day that fly brought a soccer ball to the academy, I don't associate with people like that. Given my status, even if I'm going to play games, I'll only play with those who are worthy of my status.

After school, I'll take some time to find Sikong and the Emperor. When the few of us are together, none of us will be inferior to the others. As for those inferior beings, they're nothing more than balls in my hands, which I can mold however I want.

Even so, I still have to spend a certain amount of time every day watching flies play football, and then practice on my own when they're not paying attention, so I can go back and teach them to the Emperor and the Minister of Works.

The Emperor wasn't very interested in spending time with us; he was only concerned with the political situation in his court and who he was plotting against. I didn't understand what was so interesting about that; it would have been much simpler to just kill them all.

I rarely talk to flies. The few times we do talk are when he shamelessly uses my arm as a pillow while sleeping in class.

One day I saw Zi Mo take the fly away, and I suddenly remembered who the fly was. I think all the students in the Imperial Academy are familiar with this fly.

Because Shen Ziming liked to tell us how cute and smart his younger brother was whenever he had free time, I used to look down on him for a long time. Is he cute and handsome? Is he even one percent as smart as Sikong?

Zi Mo dotes on his younger brother and nags him constantly. I think everyone in our royal family knows Shen Zi Yi, and even knows when Shen Zi Yi started talking and when he started teething.

His nagging almost drove me to my wits' end; if it weren't for the emperor's selection of him, I would have skinned him alive long ago.

Shen Ziming is very good at soccer. He was taught by Cang Ying. Every time they played soccer, he played better than us. After winning, he would look silly and praise his younger brother.

I don't have a younger brother, so I can't understand what's so great about praising a lowly fly. Anyway, from now on, when we play soccer, he has to demonstrate all the tricks the fly taught us. Otherwise, it's just too unfair.

Lao Tzu actually dislikes Su Gu. His androgynous appearance is disgusting. He's as repulsive as that fly.

That day, since we all had some free time, we decided to go for a walk in the countryside and play football.

The five of us sneaked out, but we were short-handed for playing soccer, so I reluctantly went to find Fly. Fly was watching another woman embroider like a woman. Damn it, I've never seen a grown man grow up watching embroidery. My immediate instinct was to kick him to death, but I had promised Zimo I wouldn't hit his precious little brother, so I just dragged him along, practically dragging him half to death, to the suburban soccer field.

The moment Su Gu saw him, I knew he was interested in him. It's like how I like weapons; Su Gu likes beautiful things, and this fly just happened to be decent-looking. So he made do.

In the end, that winged fly kicked my team so badly that we lost miserably. I can tolerate losing to Sikong, but I will never tolerate losing to a hairless fly.

And he was a fly—the kind that flutters its wings incessantly when it's smug—so I made an exception and hit someone of low status. Damn it, he dared to bite my nose! I'll make sure he pays the price.

Zi Mo was very anxious, but his younger brother was just too annoying.

After that, we often went out to play football. Laozi and Fly often fought. That's how we got to know each other better. Fly was very good at football. Sometimes he could carry all five of us by himself.

Whenever he gets arrogant like this, I can't help but beat him up.

But I didn't use my full strength, otherwise I would have killed him with one punch.

I suspect he knew I was holding back, which is why he always liked to push me to my limits.

I didn't hold back either; why not take advantage of a punching bag that's been delivered to my door?

I enjoy reading comics, but I don't like "Journey to the East" or "The Lion King." To be frank, I don't like any of them; I just enjoy the feeling of reading comics.

Even flies like to read comics; they're even more cunning than I am.

I would at least flip through it, but he poked holes in the paper, and after he finished, he held it up to his face and asked me if it looked good. I didn't even bother with him. What good is it for a grown man to look good?

Flies are never diligent. They'll be stuck on the first page of the textbook after a whole day of instruction, or they'll just lie there pretending to be dead and sleeping, drooling and blowing bubbles through their noses while shouting "Long live NP!" They're nothing like their cute and obedient appearance. Pshaw, I never said they were cute.

He was so sleepy that he kept clinging to me and rubbing against me. I held my temper and didn't bother arguing with a sleepwalker.

When I wrote to my father, I introduced him to flies. My father said: Congratulations on finding a friend.

Lao Tzu was extremely dissatisfied. Even if I were stupid, I wouldn't befriend a lowly fly.

But I gradually found that the longer I spent with him, the more I noticed his every move. I even started to adopt his low-class habits. I even had the urge to beat those lowly weeds, especially when Zimo mentioned the useless things his family did. I really wanted to send them to their graves.

When Lao Tzu was in a bad mood and hit someone, flies would always stand by with bright eyes and watch the show, but when the Master came, they would be the first to run away.

I don't know what words to use to describe him; all I know is that he's become even more deserving of a beating.

In Master Qin's class, the old man asked me to explain the meaning of "Talent is the foundation of governing a country".

I don't understand which idiot said that. I think that statement is wrong.

I said, "The more talent you have, the more countries you have." Confucius was displeased, but he didn't dare to offend me. I've known since childhood that there are very few people in this world who dare to offend me. I have plenty of reason to look down on everyone.

If the Master couldn't control me, he asked my fly to explain. My fly isn't so easily bullied either. He blinked, scratched his head with his hoof, and said with a malicious glint in his eyes, "The common way to explain the Way of Talent, the foundation of governing a country, is:

"A woman's face, a man's power—if the premise is right, the result will be good." The teacher was so angry he wanted to kick him out on the spot, but the flies scurried even more diligently behind me. I grinned foolishly at the teacher. My vanity was greatly satisfied at that moment, so I resolutely saved him.

Looking back now, I was so stupid. How could I have fallen for his trick without even realizing it!

They all say I have a temperament like a fly, but I don't feel that way at all. I'm much more refined than a fly. But considering he's my only friend at the academy—no, not a friend, but an accessory—and he's also been good to me, even telling jokes to cheer me up when I'm upset.

Although those jokes sound like insults, they're enough to show that he's still good to me. So let's just say our tempers are similar; I'll reluctantly let him climb the personality ladder.

I really can't stand Zimo's attitude of treating flies like they're his own.

Every time Zimo sees me, he nags me to be nicer to his younger brother. I know he's afraid I'll lose my temper and hit his precious brother, but sometimes his brother really deserves a beating. If I don't hit him a couple of times a day, my hands get itchy.

It's practically impossible to avoid fighting. If you're so capable, then take your precious little brother home and hide him away properly. Otherwise, I'll beat him up however I want!