The real heiress, Chloe Miller, was found and brought home, making me, the fake heiress, feel incredibly awkward. So, I packed my bags overnight and returned to the small, backwater county town where I was supposed to have been born. I transferred to a school overrun with delinquent boys and girls. Looking at my coat, ruined by milk tea splashed on it, I sighed slightly, pulled out the purchase record, and held out my payment QR code. "$48,000. Pay up." 1 Chloe Miller had returned home. I was still in my silk pajamas, sleepily walking downstairs, when I saw a girl who looked remarkably like Mother. She wore a faded shirt, surrounded by my parents. My brother, far away abroad, also expressed his impatience to rush back. I stood on the stairs, making eye contact with Chloe from a distance. Then we both offered each other an awkward yet polite smile. I had always known I wasn't my parents' biological daughter. My wealthy parents weren't fools; our blood types didn't even match. But because Chloe hadn't been found, I could only be kept and raised by their side. I treated them like my real parents, and they cherished me like their real daughter. But likewise, over these years, we never gave up searching for Chloe, and finally, at this moment, she was home. Looking at the family reunion scene downstairs, I was genuinely happy for them. That night, I went to the study to discuss things with my parents. Chloe's adoptive parents, my biological parents, had passed away in an accidental car crash. Although their family was poor, they tried their best to give Chloe the best life possible. The baby swap back then was an accident. Mom and Dad said our family could afford to raise a hundred daughters and wanted me to stay with them. But I shook my head and said, "That depends on Chloe. If it were me, I wouldn't want to see the adopted daughter of this family." "Besides, I've taken her place for so long; it's time to let her come home without any worries. Coincidentally, I also want to see the place where my biological parents lived." Mother patted my shoulder, sighing. I hugged Mother comfortingly and whispered, "It's just for a year. I'm already a junior in high school; I will definitely come back to the capital for university." "If Chloe doesn't mind by then, I'll come back." Finally, my parents silently nodded. So that night, I dragged eight suitcases out of the Miller house. I wasn't really so noble and stubborn as to want nothing. I took almost all my things, plus the pocket money I had saved over the years, and a large sum for tuition and living expenses given by Father and Mother Miller before I left. So I quickly rented a standalone small villa in the best area of this county town. After all, I was a minor, so I brought along my favorite butler. The rental and school enrollment procedures were handled by him. Lying in bed, I made a rough plan for the future with a good mindset, sent a message to my parents to let them know I was safe, and fell into a deep sleep. 2 Clearwater County No. 1 High School was the only key high school in this small county town with no airport or high-speed rail. I wore designer clothes, my small heels clicking, following behind the grade director. It was break time, and gazes from all directions shot toward me. The school wasn't big to begin with, and rumors spread fast. When I sat down in my seat, the girl next to me stared at me and asked, "Where are you from? Why aren't you wearing the school uniform? Are these things on you real?" She spoke very fast, so fast it sounded a bit aggressive. Just as I was about to speak, I heard the homeroom teacher's voice, calling me to the podium to introduce myself in heavily accented Mandarin. So I walked onto the podium, put on a polite, official smile, and wrote my name on the blackboard with chalk—Serena Miller. "Hello everyone, my name is Serena Miller. I transferred from Capital High School. Please take care of me." Below, there was instant chatter. "Capital? For real?" "Looks so rich, damn. Gonna go suck up later." "Fake, right? So pretentious. If she's really rich, why not go to Class 1 instead of our class?" "Looks okay, wearing makeup, huh? Finding her a bit annoying." I raised my eyelids, scanning the room casually. After seeing the few people I wanted to see, I returned to my seat with satisfaction. I guess the show is about to begin. 3 First period was English. I propped my head up, looking at the textbook boredly. For me, English was almost like a native language, let alone the difficulty level of high school English. All thanks to the good education I received in the Miller family since childhood. Thinking of this, I frowned, wondering how Chloe was doing in the Miller family. I was still zoning out when suddenly the girl next to me stood up with a "swish" and began reading an English paragraph from the textbook aloud. I snapped back to reality, realizing the English teacher was calling on people to read. The girl who had been questioning me earlier was the one reading English now. I glanced at the name on the textbook; her name was Jenny. Jenny read very loudly, pronouncing every word correctly. The English teacher praised her and asked her to lead the reading. Jenny smiled, her somewhat plain and sallow cheeks showing a hint of vitality. Holding the book, she glanced at me. That glance was a mixture of smugness and pride. She began leading the reading, and the whole class followed her, reading sparsely. The voices of other students following her reading got smaller and smaller, noisier and noisier, but Jenny still read very loudly. Even though her English sounded terrible to me. Hearing a part, I couldn't help but chuckle. I didn't make a sound, nor did I stare at her. I just propped my head, looked at the book, and curled my lips. But Jenny had been staring at me since who knows when. She suddenly stopped and loudly said, "Serena Miller, why aren't you reading!" I frowned. In fact, many people weren't reading along with her, but she singled me out. I looked at Jenny. Behind her glasses, her dark eyes stared fixedly at me, her sallow face looking a bit ferocious. The English teacher also asked me to stand up. "New student, you need to integrate into the class. You read this paragraph alone." The smile on my lips grew wider. I didn't even look at the book and recited the paragraph just now in fluent, standard American English. The whole class slowly quieted down. The English teacher also opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. After finishing reading, I shrugged and looked at Jenny, saying, "I didn't read because my kindergarten oral English was much better than yours is now." Jenny's face instantly turned bright red. Her face flushed patches of green and yellow, biting her lip hard, daring not to look at me. Coincidentally, the bell rang for the end of class. The English teacher breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly let us take a break. A few heavily made-up delinquent girls walked to my side. They had curled bangs and hair ends, swapped school pants for short skirts, with uniformly bright red lips. The leading girl held a lollipop in her mouth, smiling at me, saying, "Hey, why did you come to our school?" I lowered my head to flip through the book, saying casually, "Came because I wanted to." The delinquent girl tutted and poked my shoulder hard with her finger. She was dissatisfied, "What are you pretending for?" My patience ran out, and I slapped her hand away hard. I had learned taekwondo, and my hand strength was great. Her hand swelled up visibly. "You motherf*cker! Want to die, huh!" The delinquent girl immediately started shouting. Her few followers behind her all wanted to come up and shove me. I pulled out a scalpel, twirled it on my fingertips, and stopped it precisely one centimeter in front of the delinquent girl's eyeball. She screamed in fright. Even the followers behind her and Jenny next to her were shocked, retreating a few centimeters, fearing I would cut them with the knife. I put away the scalpel, a smile with unknown meaning on my lips, looking the delinquent girl up and down. As my scrutinizing gaze continued, the delinquent girl's face became more and more embarrassed. I've navigated the upper-class social circle for so many years; dealing with this kind of low-class, unmannerly delinquent girl was simply a piece of cake. Because a sweeping, disdainful look could easily make them break defense. Let's go. I fanned perfectly in front of myself in a slightly disgusted way, covering my mouth, "A body full of smoke and cheap perfume smell, stay away from me next time, want to vomit." The eyes of everyone in the classroom had long been on us, waiting to watch a good show. Hearing me say this, they instantly burst into laughter. "Damn, dying of laughter, so good at cursing. Look at Sarah's expression, too funny." "Can anyone handle this new girl?" "Don't mention it, watching her teach Sarah a lesson is quite cool hahaha." "Shh, Sarah will definitely retaliate, just wait and see..." So she is Sarah. I stared at her, seeing the hatred and anger in her eyes clearly. So, what abilities do you have, Sarah? Come on, let me see. 4 The next few days were relatively calm. My actions last time scared Sarah, and seemed to scare Jenny too. She no longer dared to strike up conversations casually, only secretly looking at my teaching aids while I did problems in class, then buying an identical one the next day. I didn't listen in class and did problems; she started imitating me. I wrote whatever, she wrote whatever; I didn't listen in class, she didn't listen either. In fact, I had been tutored one-on-one by famous teachers for all subjects, plus I was relatively hardworking since childhood; the progress of this school was too slow for me, so I brushed up on questions myself. This method was effective for me, but it was counterproductive for Jenny. But I wasn't kind enough to remind her. I shook my head, no longer paying attention to her, ready to go downstairs to buy a pack of coffee to refresh myself. Because the right size school uniform hadn't been issued yet, I could only wear my own clothes. A Louis Vuitton coat. Along the way, many eyes were cast on me; I walked calmly as if I hadn't seen them. However, before reaching the convenience store, I was surrounded by a group of people. Leading them was Sarah's group, with a few more yellow-haired delinquent boys added. Sarah crossed her arms, a cigarette clipped between her fingers. This area was obscured by a grove and also had a dilapidated sports equipment room; no wonder they were so arrogant. Sarah laughed wildly, "Told you not to provoke me, understand?" The boy next to her grabbed my clothes, trying to pull me to a more remote place. I was surprised by their wanton behavior, but thinking carefully, it was reasonable. In this remote county town, as long as these people's families had a little connection, plus they were all minors, even if the bullying of others was severe, there wouldn't be any substantial harm. And the bullied were mostly those whose parents were busy making a living, with average family conditions. Even if they could resist once or twice, they would still be bullied later. I looked at this boy pulling me, a head of mop-like yellow hair, a body full of smoke smell making me a bit nauseous. I shook off his hand and slapped him backhand. "Slap!" I used not a little force; the crisp slap sound made everyone a bit stunned. Probably didn't expect me to dare to fight back in this situation. Sarah was particularly angry; her eyes wearing cheap colored contacts stared at me fiercely, cursing a series of dirty words I couldn't understand in dialect. Probably realizing they couldn't beat me, she conveniently took the milk tea from the girl next to her and splashed it on me. I dodged symbolically; most of the milk tea still splashed onto my coat. I looked at my coat ruined by milk tea. Sighed slightly, took out the purchase record, extended the payment code. "$48,000, pay up." I heard the sound of them gasping. Sarah's face showed a fleeting panicked look, then immediately calmed down. She stubbornly said: "Want me to pay? Are you worthy? What can you do to me if I don't pay?" The delinquent boy I slapped next to her was already eager for action; he held a small knife, half-frighteningly waving it down at me. I wasn't stupid; turned around and ran behind. At the same time, a group of blue figures were also running towards me. It's the police. The first glance I saw this group of people downstairs, I edited an alarm text message on my mobile phone in my pocket. The police uncles happened to see the scene where the delinquent boy holding a knife wanted to stab me; several police officers rushed forward and caught him backhand directly. This frightened the other delinquent boys and girls quite a bit; they scattered and wanted to run away. The outcome of running away in front of the police is... An hour later, a neat group of people stood in the police station. This incident made a huge noise; the police came to the school to arrest such a large group of people; the school's reputation was basically ruined. So the principal and several directors all hurried over. Sarah was crying and calling her parents. From the words, I could roughly understand that her father was a small official in this place. I suddenly understood; no wonder so arrogant. Finally, Sarah's dad hurried over, glanced at me gloomily, and went to communicate with the police. Finally, the police reluctantly told me that Sarah and her group didn't cause any substantial harm to me, only verbal education. The one holding the knife could only be considered attempted assault, plus being a minor, at most detention for two days. I heard the sound of the principal breathing a sigh of relief. They certainly didn't want any students in the school to go to jail; spreading it would affect the school's reputation. I looked at this group of people, triumphant Sarah, gloomy Sarah's father looking at me, muddling principal and homeroom teacher... Turns out, Chloe lived in such a place for so long. Very hard, right, sister. It's okay, it's okay. I said softly in my heart. The bullying you suffered, sister will get it back for you one by one.
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