Fang Tong’s doubts about Little Sister Shen’s income only lasted a moment. She didn’t dwell on it, and seeing Little Sister Shen pick up her teacup and resume flipping through the novel on the counter, she briskly pushed the door open and left.

Passing a snack stall a few shops away, she caught the characteristic aroma of fried food drifting out. Fang Tong hesitated briefly and then followed her impulse and went in to buy a grilled sausage.

‘Mm, as a loli, eating grilled sausage early in the morning and the classic pure-flour kind at that somehow makes this feel strange.’

But this body inherited Fang Tong’s natural gift of eating without gaining weight oh, except for one part, so maybe ninety percent inherited.

One of modern society’s top-tier talents, naturally she intended to make good use of it and eat whatever she wanted!

As for whether the remaining money would cover lunch and dinner, she could solve that through classmates feeding her.

Stepping through the lively school gate, Fang Tong walked to the second-year building, watching everyone slinging arms around shoulders and couldn’t help feeling the atmosphere of fulfilled extroverts was a bit too thick.

So excited on the first day of school, it was incomprehensible to her.

Stuffing the sausage into her mouth in a few bites, she entered the building.

There were three teaching buildings in total, each corresponding to a grade.

Now promoted to second year, she naturally had to switch buildings.

Entering the hall she saw a class allocation chart posted in the center.

Squeezing through the crowd, she stood on tiptoe, brushed aside bangs from her eyes, widened watery eyes and finally read clearly.

‘Class Three is on the highest fourth floor!’

The two floors above were classrooms and administrative offices.

‘Who arranged lower-numbered classes upstairs? Does this mean climbing stairs all year?’

Feeling her backpack still light, she sighed.

As expected the first day meant ordering study aids, soon it would be packed full.

She wondered who the homeroom teacher was. Few switched to arts track, so class structure likely remained. Since the homeroom teacher was a math teacher, probably unchanged.

Her previous homeroom teacher was Shang Jing, kind personality, not strict on discipline, an anomaly here.

Even when she secretly read extracurricular books during evening study and was caught, she was only verbally criticized.

Naturally Fang Tong liked such teachers.

In neighboring classes shouting could often be heard and torn magazines seen in corridors.

For a laid-back student like her, encountering such a teacher would be disastrous.

Oh right, she wondered whether Tang Leyan and the others would end up in her class.

Possibly due to the new body, Fang Tong was especially sensitive to gazes. During the first months of high school it bothered her greatly.

Several boys even tried approaching her.

Making her want to shout, ‘we’re all bros here!’

Sadly she could only vent internally.

From another perspective, if this body weren’t hers, she couldn’t resist either.

By her own standards she wasn’t stunning but definitely not ugly modestly pretty, more pleasing the longer you looked.

Most important was the proud C-tier attribute.

In an era where A-tier was rare and B-tier common, C-tier was a weapon!

Surpassing ninety percent of females!

A truly abundant loli.

But precisely because of this, she felt awkward.

So she devised a solution, find girls even more eye-catching.

With suppressed gazes from male classmates, she lacked the mentality to act like bros.

So she blended into female circles.

Girls liked forming cliques, and being alone was conspicuous.

Fortunately her first-year class had a legendary figure, Tang Leyan.

Combining eye-catching traits like stepping out of manga. She once even imagined after some special event Tang Leyan might recruit her into a secret organization granting powers to fight evil.

Perfect like a protagonist guide.

The simplest description, school beauty.

Indeed many schools lack such titles. People have different tastes or preferences. As someone experienced, Fang Tong understood everyone has their own ‘white moonlight’ (a cherished idealized crush).

But Tang Leyan was dazzling enough that even if you ended up disliking her, her excellence couldn’t be denied.

So outstanding that being near her induced worship.

Academically top three citywide, also a national first-class athlete in the 1k for running, and part-time model often traveling to the provincial capital.

On top of that, her family was Yunbin City’s richest, her father a representative entrepreneur able to walk arm-in-arm with the mayor.

Such a character shouldn’t exist in this small school, at least attend the province’s best or study abroad for prestige.

Regardless she shone, and crowds gathered naturally.

Thus Fang Tong used admiration as a pretext to join her circle.

Sure enough attention on herself lessened.

Being beside Tang Leyan made being noticed remarkable enough.

Over a year Fang Tong couldn’t count how many times she’d been amazed.

‘Absolutely heroine material.’

Of course she didn’t plan to grow close, becoming best friends meant trouble.

Remaining a background extra in Tang Leyan’s circle allowed hiding presence and slacking freely.

Hopefully they weren’t separated.

As she thought this, a familiar voice entered her ears.

“Morning, Xiao Tong.”

At first she thought hallucination, then turned and saw two figures by the stairwell window.

One waving was Tang Leyan.