Driving a Luxury Car to School, Drawing Admiring Stares

After breakfast, her second brother Ye Chen, an international overbearing CEO, gave Ye Huo a red Maserati.

Her second brother wore a black suit. His skin was fair, his profile sharply defined, and his narrow eyes were full of indulgence.

He was a man of few words, but he spent lavishly, giving his precious little sister a red Maserati worth ten million as a way to get to school.

"Huohuo, here are the keys."

"Thanks, Second Brother."

Ye Huo raised an eyebrow and accepted the gift graciously.

"Be careful on the road. If anything happens, call your brothers. Whenever our precious Huohuo needs us, the three of us will appear before you at any time."

Her eldest, second, and third brothers stood at the villa entrance, seeing Ye Huo off together.

Her parents had also stuffed her backpack with plenty of fruit, toys, and snacks before handing it to their precious daughter.

"Huohuo, you're the apple of Mom and Dad's eye. If you get bullied at school again, you must tell us!"

"Mom and Dad will always be on your side and protect you!"

"Okay, Mom, Dad, I'm leaving."

Ye Huo slung on her backpack, said goodbye to her parents and brothers, and climbed into the red Maserati with the keys. The engine roared a few times as she slammed down on the accelerator.

With a whoosh, she became a streak of red flame, racing toward school.

As the number-one mercenary queen on the international rankings, Ye Huo had reached a godlike level of driving skill.

With both hands on the steering wheel, she wove through traffic at will, swift as lightning.

She charged straight into the school and pulled a drift and fishtail so fast she became a blur, arriving at the parking lot and drawing a crowd of students who stared and marveled.

"Oh my god, am I seeing things? That's a global limited-edition Maserati!"

"There are no more than ten in the world and no more than three in the capital. One of them is on display at the science and technology museum, and this one showed up here. The way it was driven was so awesome!"

"Tsk, tsk, that streamlined body, that fiery red color, that breakneck speed... It looks incredible! It's practically standard equipment for a wild girl from a wealthy family!"

When Ye Huo entered the school, she carried a global limited-edition black Givenchy backpack from the Black Swan Diamond collection, personally signed by the old master.

It was worth a million.

There were only five in the world, and she had one of them.

It was a gift from her third brother, the film emperor Ye Fan. She didn't understand designer bags, so she simply used it as a backpack, thinking it was enough that it felt comfortable to carry.

Swan-shaped diamonds were set into the bag, glittering so brightly that it looked expensive.

She parked the car, slung the backpack over one shoulder, and strode into the classroom with a carefree smile curling her lips.

As she walked along, the students saw her and dropped their jaws, exclaiming in amazement.

"What a beautiful girl."

"Inky hair, a slender waist, long legs, and those stunning features. You just can't look away."

"Sister Huo's backpack looks so familiar... I think I've seen the school belle Bai Yaxi carrying one."

"Yeah, I heard there are no more than five bags in the world personally signed by the old master of Givenchy."

"If the one Sister Huo's carrying is real, then the one Bai Yaxi carries must be fake."

"Right, right! The school belle is so vain. She bought a high-quality knockoff, and now she's been slapped in the face!"

Ye Huo's appearance completely captured the attention of a large number of boys.

The school belle Bai Yaxi and several young ladies from wealthy families were completely ignored.

Bai Yaxi watched Ye Huo's arrogant retreating figure, a somewhat sinister sneer on her pure, flawless face and sparks of jealousy flickering in her eyes.

Back then, to pretend she came from a noble background, she had deliberately bought a global limited-edition knockoff to carry to school. She hadn't expected to be slapped in the face so soon.

A vicious glint flashed through her eyes as her fair fingers tightened around her backpack.

"Xi'er, don't stoop to that person's level. Look at her, driving such a nice car and carrying such an expensive bag at her age. They must have come from somewhere shady."

Zhang Yanyan took Bai Yaxi's hand, her red lips parting as she sneered disdainfully under her breath.

Lin Jing was also full of jealousy and twisted the knife from the side. "Exactly. One look and you can tell she's a little slut. Maybe she's made some greasy old man her sugar daddy. Otherwise, how could she have gotten into a school as good as ours?"

The three friends exchanged looks and smiled viciously, then entered Elite Class Three of the School of Music and Media hand in hand.

Bai Yaxi was a top student in the elite class. She wore designer clothes, her long hair fell over her shoulders, her features were delicate, and her face was full of collagen.

She looked especially like a mature beauty.

She had many admirers at school.

But none of them caught her eye. The man she married in the future had to be wealthy or powerful; unless he came from a top-tier wealthy family, he wouldn't even enter her sight.

She smiled viciously. She would remember this grudge. When the fourteen noble academies held their joint exam in a couple of days, she would take first place, grind that damned girl underfoot, and regain the face she had lost.

Ye Huo entered Class Seven.

Gu Wanyang saw that her good friend had come to school.

Her eyes lit up, and she was overjoyed. "That's great, Huohuo! Yesterday the homeroom teacher took you away, and I thought you were going to be expelled. You scared me to death!"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Ye Huo smiled faintly, sat down in her seat, and opened her textbook to study.

Lu Zichen had turned over a new leaf.

He wore a clean school uniform and had an excellent figure, looking like a character who had stepped out of a comic.

Bright eyes and gleaming teeth, an exceptionally handsome man.

He radiated a sunny, youthful air.

When he saw Huohuo arrive, he excitedly handed his deskmate the review materials he had spent the whole night preparing. "Huohuo, the midterm exam is in a couple of days. I got these materials photocopied from the top students in Media Class Three. Here's a copy for you!"

Ye Huo took them and casually glanced over them. The incredibly complicated formulas and symbols became as simple as elementary-school arithmetic in her eyes.

Her eyes held a smile, and her voice was slightly cool. "No need. Keep them for yourself!"

Lu Zichen was astounded.

Judging by Huohuo's attitude, she didn't take the exam seriously at all, which meant that the difficulty of a first-year exam was just a piece of cake for her.

She was incredible!

Lu Zichen lowered his head in shame, with none of his usual arrogance left.

Before a girl whose abilities defied the heavens, he suddenly felt so weak.

He resolved to work hard and began to study.

The class bell rang, and the newly appointed homeroom teacher, Teacher Zhou, walked in wearing a black suit.

She was a female PhD who had returned from studying abroad, with black-framed glasses and a serious expression.

Her main subject was English.

She walked up to the podium and took an especially serious look at the classroom full of students. When her gaze fell on Ye Huo, she was startled.

This must be Ye Huo, the legendary super-rich young lady with the terrifying background!

The Ye family's precious daughter. Her maternal grandfather, paternal grandfather, parents, and three brothers were all big shots who commanded respect in their own spheres.

She could offend anyone but the young lady.

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and began teaching in all seriousness.

"Class, the provincial university joint exam will be held the day after tomorrow. Fourteen noble schools are taking part this time. I'll circle the important topics in a moment. Whether you can win glory for the class is up to you!"

"Ah, another exam!"

"This is so annoying! Our class comes in last every year, and now those specially recruited first-year elite classes are going to laugh at us again."

"Yeah! No matter how hard we try, how could we possibly outscore Elite Class Three?"

The classroom was filled with groans.

One by one, the students hung their heads, looking utterly dejected.