Reversed Life: Chapter 8 - Enraged Beyond Measure
Happy Eid al-Adha
Chapter 8: Enraged Beyond Measure
“Where is she?! Didn’t you say she was locked inside the stall?!”
“She jumped out the window? This is the second floor! Who do you think you’re fooling?!”
“Who even is Mu Xiangxiang?! You girls have been yelling about her this whole time, but where is she? Isn’t Fang Lingli the only one downstairs?!”
“You kids are getting more outrageous by the day! No sense of boundaries in your pranks at all! You even dragged a teacher into this! I’m definitely going to have a serious talk with your parents!”
Even though the class bell had already rung, the director’s furious shouting could still be heard from the second-floor restroom across campus.
The nearby classes could more or less piece together from the fragments that he’d been urgently dragged out of his office by a bunch of girls, thinking some huge incident had happened, only to discover that apparently they’d lured him into the girls’ restroom for no reason.
Damn, that was one hell of a move.
The students who overheard it all clicked their tongues in amazement.
Fang Lingli stayed kneeling in the bushes for a long time before finally being led away in a daze. Not far off, the few witnesses who had watched the entire scene were utterly dumbfounded. It took Little Fatty a long while to recover his voice. Weakly, he turned toward his handsome companion. “Jiang Hai… that girl who jumped out the building carrying someone just now… was that the Mu Xiangxiang you mentioned?”
Recalling the look the other party had thrown him before leaving — seemingly casual on the surface but clearly saying Watch your mouth — Jiang Hai lifted an arm expressionlessly and leaned it on his friend’s shoulder.
Xiao Pangzi: “???”
Jiang Hai: “Lend me your support for a sec.”
Otherwise, he was going to collapse onto his knees.
*****
Naturally, Qiao Nan knew absolutely nothing about any of this. After the second period ended smoothly, he happily obtained a set of perfect class notes from his bespectacled deskmate behind him, Luo Yong.
And so the next step was obviously… showing off to Mu Xiangxiang!
Just thinking about that look on Mu Xiangxiang’s face — the one that clearly said she didn’t believe he’d actually behave in class — made Qiao Nan incredibly annoyed. So he pulled out his phone, snapped a picture, and hit send.
At that very moment, he heard someone cautiously calling his name from behind. Turning around, he saw the female class committee member from that morning — the one who had collected homework. The other students all called her Lin Long.
“Mu Xiangxiang,” she said. After meeting his gaze briefly, she quickly looked away. “We’re discussing Gao Yan’s birthday party this weekend. It’ll be at Waihai Villa… would you… would you like to come?”
The moment those words left her mouth, several nearby classmates immediately turned to look over. The girls gathered behind Lin Long looked especially nervous.
This was the first time anyone in class had ever actively invited Mu Xiangxiang to a private gathering, so everyone was pretty surprised.
The top student who had entered the school with one of the highest middle-school exam scores in the entire city had always been a rather unique existence in class. She had a clean, refreshing aura and rarely spoke. She almost never initiated conversations, and her way of thinking was painfully straightforward — straightforward enough that when classmates once discussed vacation destinations, she calmly answered that she didn’t own a passport.
Still, her strengths were equally obvious: excellent grades and an easygoing personality.
Unfortunately, this was Yingcheng, where nearly two-thirds of the students planned to study abroad rather than take the college entrance exam. Socializing here was largely about networking, and academic performance mattered far less than social skills.
In short, Mu Xiangxiang was the kind of student who would probably be adored by teachers at an ordinary public school, yet felt completely out of place at Yingcheng. Most people in class didn’t so much dislike her as simply… not know what to do with her.
Gao Yan, the tallest girl among the group standing behind Lin Long, was one of the richest heiresses in a class already filled with the children of wealthy and powerful families. Her birthday parties were grand affairs every year, planned well in advance. In fact, invitations had already been finalized before the semester even started. And since last year, Mu Xiangxiang had never been included.
Gao Yan actually regretted speaking up the moment Lin Long opened her mouth. Based on past experience, Mu Xiangxiang probably wouldn’t attend this kind of event anyway. Being rejected in public would be extremely embarrassing, even for her.
But unexpectedly, the girl sitting there only thought for a moment after hearing Lin Long’s invitation, then nodded very readily. “Sure.”
Everyone’s eyes widened at this unexpected development. Qiao Nan shifted his attention back to his phone, while still thinking to himself in confusion—
What’s wrong with this Gao Yan? Didn’t she already invite him during the New Year?
Then he suddenly remembered: oh, right. The invitation back then was for Qiao Nan—but now he had become Mu Xiangxiang.
Did these bastards seriously forget to invite this idiot before?
So annoying. Really annoying.
******
After receiving the photo of the “bragging” notes, Mu Xiangxiang suddenly got another message—
[Qiao Nan: ah]
[Qiao Nan: AHHHHHHHH]
[Qiao Nan: you really are]
[Qiao Nan: how can you be so stupid!!]
Not understanding why the other party suddenly lost his temper again, Mu Xiangxiang ignored the emotional outburst. She was busy herself.
Suddenly placed in a completely unfamiliar environment, the difficulty of the problems she faced was no less than Qiao Nan’s side. And she was a very serious person—completely unlike Qiao Nan’s lazy, careless approach. To avoid being exposed, before coming here she had spent two full days not only rushing homework but also memorizing Qiao Nan’s entire social network. Since this morning, she had been on edge the whole time.
And for some reason, ever since she left home this morning, the atmosphere around her had felt strange. For example, on the bus to school, people kept subtly glancing at her—especially after she gave up her seat to an elderly man halfway through the ride.
Mu Xiangxiang wasn’t very good at dealing with this kind of situation. Fortunately, Qiao Nan had told her before coming: when facing something difficult, there were three solutions—first, stare; second, curse; third, hit.
As for cursing and hitting… Mu Xiangxiang chose to simply stare back expressionlessly.
Unexpectedly, the bus immediately descended into chaos. Not long after, a group of students in No. 12 High School’s uniforms got off through the back door, then ran off like they were being chased by ghosts, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Strange. They were still several stops away from their destination.
Mu Xiangxiang withdrew her gaze, puzzled.
After getting off the bus, she was met with intense stares from all the students outside No. 12 High School all the way to her classroom door. If not for her strong mental resilience, she probably would’ve started walking in the wrong order from nervousness.
No. 12 High School was a fairly large public high school. Although not as elite as Yingcheng, it still held a solid position in City A.
Unlike Yingcheng, it used a “key class system.” Each class had adjusted teaching progress, and the first and second classes of each grade—the so-called key classes—were filled with top-ranking students who would form the backbone of future college entrance exam results.
Following this system, Mu Xiangxiang raised her head again and looked at the sign hanging above the classroom door.
Class 2–9, Year 2.
Truly, nothing to say.
The first day of school at No. 12 High School was nothing like Yingcheng in terms of order. Everything was in chaos from top to bottom, and even by mid-morning, classes still hadn’t properly started. Because of that, Mu Xiangxiang ended up forming a completely new understanding of Qiao Nan’s social standing—she didn’t even need to move around; just sitting there quietly and coldly at her seat was enough for wave after wave of classmates to come up and greet her.
It was only the first day, so Mu Xiangxiang didn’t say much to them. After finishing a general round of brief responses, she lowered her head and started flipping through her textbooks. As expected, she quickly discovered that the unified curriculum used at No. 12 High School was significantly more basic than Yingcheng’s.
After flipping through half a book without finding anything particularly challenging, she felt a rare sense of relief that she had insisted Qiao Nan record the lectures. Then she got bored, pulled out a set of practice papers to kill time—but before she could even pick up a pen, thump—someone sat down beside her.
Having memorized the photos she stayed up all night reviewing, Mu Xiangxiang recognized the handsome face in a split second. “Yan Zhiyang.”
One of Qiao Nan’s closest friends.
Without hesitation, she calmly lifted her hand and brushed away the arm he had casually draped over her shoulder.
Yan Zhiyang froze. From the moment he entered school, he had already heard countless people spreading the news that “Brother Nan is in a bad mood today,” to the point that many students passing Class 9 were even walking with their shoulders hunched. But seeing it in person, he finally realized how serious it was—there wasn’t even a trace of expression on that handsome face, making his already intimidating presence even more terrifying.
Mu Xiangxiang felt a bit guilty, afraid of exposing herself, and nervously glanced sideways at him, thinking: why isn’t this guy leaving yet?
Yikes————
Pinned down by that sharp glare, Yan Zhiyang nearly lost control of his bladder from fear. “Bro-brother Nan, are you still mad about that idiot Bai Yingjie from Class 1 framing you?”
Mu Xiangxiang: ???
She vaguely remembered Qiao Nan mentioning this person before, even warning her in advance that she might get reprimanded at school. His exact words were something like: “I beat up some idiot I couldn’t stand. You’re probably gonna get called out at school for it. I owe you one.”
He had said it very vaguely, as if the whole incident was entirely his fault.
Now hearing Yan Zhiyang’s version, it seemed there was more to the story. Mu Xiangxiang immediately became interested and slowly lifted her gaze from the practice paper. “What did you say?”
Her usual calm tone and composed gaze, when expressed through Qiao Nan’s body, seemed to produce an effect far beyond control.
Yan Zhiyang was instantly terrified awake and fell straight off his chair.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
As expected… this time, Brother Nan was seriously angry—
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