Chapter 11: Truly the Overlord of Seventh High!

Ye Luo was raised by robots. Her parents were always busy, and the robots three hundred years in the future were highly advanced, indispensable helpers in every household.

Unfortunately, robots had no emotions, which shaped Ye Luo’s cold and distant personality.

Barely glancing at her schoolbag, Ye Luo grabbed it and left her room.

She was going to protect her ancestor, not to attend school, but since her current identity was that of a student, she had to carry a schoolbag for appearances’ sake.

After breakfast downstairs, Ye Luo finally left the villa.

A black Mercedes was parked at the entrance. Uncle Tan, the villa’s driver, was waiting there. Ye Luo had lived here for a year, and it was always Uncle Tan who drove her.

As soon as he saw her, Uncle Tan opened the back door.

Ye Luo was just about to get into the car when Uncle Wang hurried out after her. “Miss Luo, Miss Luo, you forgot your pocket money!”

A rather thick envelope was handed to her.

Ye Luo did not take it.

She had He Luo’s memories and knew this was the regular pocket money given to He Luo by Gong Lu.

He Luo’s father had died of a serious illness, leaving no money behind. For the past year, He Luo had eaten Gong Lu’s food, lived in Gong Lu’s house, used Gong Lu’s things, and even spent Gong Lu’s money.

But she was not He Luo.

Though she was only twenty in her own time, she had been able to earn a living since she was eight. Here, she could earn her own money as well.

She already had a way to make money.

Once she had earned enough, she would move out of here, and then repay everything she had eaten, used, and spent, with interest, to Gong Lu.

“There’s no need to give me this anymore. Please let Gong Lu know,” she said.

With those words, Ye Luo got in the car, leaving the steward with no chance to ask further questions.

…

Seventh High School.

As soon as Uncle Tan parked the car at the entrance, Ye Luo got out.

Upon entering the school, she saw a group of students whispering by the bulletin board—

“Did you hear? The school bully fought again just now. I heard he even broke someone’s leg. The guy had to be carried to the hospital.”

“No wonder he’s the king of Seventh High. Starting a fight so early in the morning.”

“He never goes a day without fighting! I’m used to it by now!”

“Honestly, with the way he is, why hasn’t the school expelled him?”

“Who knows? The principal always protects him.”

“Right, if not for the principal, he’d have been expelled countless times by now!”

“But it’s so unfair to us. You guys don’t know how scared I am every day, worrying he’ll corner me and beat me up too.”

“That’s why, if you see him, you’d better stay as far away as possible.”

Ye Luo didn’t slow her pace, passing by as if she hadn’t heard a word, heading straight to the teachers’ office to find the homeroom teacher of Senior Three Science Class Nineteen—Jiang Dabao.

Jiang Dabao was a round, chubby old man, half a head shorter than her, always smiling behind his reading glasses.

Uncle Wang had told her last night that Jiang Dabao would retire after finishing with her class, but he had a good temper, so she needn’t be afraid of him.

“You must be He Luo. Come, come, I’ll take you to your class now.” Jiang Dabao was watering the green plant on his desk with a small kettle. As soon as he saw her, he put down the kettle and led her to Class Nineteen.

Though Jiang Dabao was nearly sixty and quite plump, he moved with surprising agility, walking with a spring in his step, looking more energetic than the young teachers.

All the way, Jiang Dabao chatted non-stop with Ye Luo.

Ye Luo spoke little and was very quiet, but whenever Jiang Dabao asked her something, she always answered.