In his previous life, he had never experienced being the center of attention. His cheeks flushed slightly and he deliberately pretended not to hear it.
In fact, when Rong Xingyu had first stepped into the classroom that morning, the reaction from his classmates had been far more intense.
Studying at a private high school ranked number one in the entire Liaofang City meant that most students came from wealthy families. After all, the high tuition and other expenses each year were beyond what an ordinary family could afford.
Of course, there were a few exceptions, like the main character in the story, Rong Zhihao, who had been specially admitted to the school for free because of his outstanding grades.
The original Rong Xingyu had always looked down on Rong Zhihao. He thought Rong Zhihao secretly envied them but pretended to disdain wealthy people, acting all high and mighty.
The original Rong Xingyu along with his friends had caused trouble for Rong Zhihao at school several times.
But who would have expected the tides to turn?
Now, Rong Zhihao was the true young master who had been lost outside, while Rong Xingyu was the fake who had taken someone else's place for over ten years.
That weekend, not just the two involved, but the entire student body of Qibao Dwith School had been like squirrels in a field of melons, running and gossiping everywhere.
Finally, Monday arrived, but one of the main gossip subjects' seats remained empty. The students appeared busy with their own work, yet their eyes kept glancing uncontrollably toward the door.
Until a clean-faced who is seemingly obedient and unfamiliar boy walked in.
Rong Xingyu clutched the newly replaced textbooks and mustered his courage to step into the classroom. He froze in place under the classmates' flashlight-like gazes.
Rong Xingyu: "..."
He resisted the urge to step back while keeping his head down and quickly walked to the seat of his previous self.
The entire class immediately erupted.
One by one, sharp intakes of breath filled the classroom.
There's no way! That was Rong Xingyu who just walked by?
Where was his rainbow and punk hairstyle?
Where was his gothic leather jacket?
And the black earrings clanging in his ears???
Was this really the same person?!
Rong Xingyu sat down at his desk while neatly arranging his stationery and books.
Then he opened the brand-new English textbook and focused intently on reading.
The whole class: "!!!!!!!"
Rong Xingyu's deskmate was a slightly chubby boy. Since he had transferred this semester and there were no other empty seats, he had to sit next to the former young master. Every day, he was nervous, afraid of accidentally offending Rong Xingyu.
If anyone knew best how much Rong Xingyu had changed, it was Qian Zhijun.
"You…"
Rong Xingyu looked up, waiting for the rest of Qian Zhijun's words, but none of them came. While tilting his head slightly in confusion, he asked, "Hmm?"
Qian Zhijun: …Oh no, he's too cute.
Rong Xingyu had just tilted his head like a little kitten. Was his deskmate really this good looking before?