National School Prince is a Girl - V1C1
1. Hacker Queen Becomes a High School Student
2. Old Fu Jiu No More
3. F*uck off!
4. Payback
5. Hypocrisy Is Intolerable
6. I Need Money!
7. Friend Request Rejected!
8. Deal!
9. Just Smiling...
10. Counter-Hacking
11. The Hug
12. Nice Body, Bro!
13. Found Him!
14. K.O.
15. Whatever
16. Guilt and Anger
17. Mother-and-Daughter duo
18. The Internet Cafe
19. Where is Spade Z?
20. Do You Have A Secret Crush On Me?
21. Karma
22. Sorry Not Sorry
23. The noose is tightening
24. Scumbags
25. Let’s Have a Gay Meeting!?
26. Are you a boy or a girl?
27. Xue Yaoyao’s Buns
28. Aiya!
29. Just a meeting
30. Surprise!
31. I’m Spade Z, Fu Jiu
32. Dumplings
33. Call me "Lord Jiu"
34. Ten Lobsters for Lord Jiu
35. Men's Room or Women's Room?
National School Prince is a Girl
Chapter 1: Hacker Queen Becomes a High School Student
"Who are you?"
As soon as Fu Jiu said that, the person standing in front of her looked thunderstruck and ran to the door while screaming, "Doctor, doctor! My young master appears to have suffered brain damage!"
Young master? That means her? Fu Jiu realized something was wrong and frowned, feeling as if something was trying to invade her mind.
She shook her aching head and dazedly looked at herself in a window. Reflected back was a young man, tall and slim, around seventeen years old, with very black eyes. His figure was smooth and well-defined.
Alone in the room, she took a moment to assess herself and realized that this body was definitely not a man. Her skin was flawless, with a porcelain-like complexion peeking through her bruises. The messy silver hair didn’t make her look disheveled; rather, it added an air of luxuriousness. Her face was neither overly feminine nor masculine; it struck a perfect balance that likely left people stunned the first time they saw her. She had large eyes with long black eyelashes that contrasted beautifully with her silver hair, and a charming mouth with straight, white teeth. The young man's right ear sported a black diamond piercing that exuded a dim light—he looked wild and arrogant.
In one word, he was stunning!
After taking a moment to study her reflection, Fu Jiu closed her eyes. When she opened them again after a few seconds, a mysterious glint shone in her eyes.
"Young master!" The middle-aged man who had run out returned, dragging a doctor inside. "Hurry, take a look at my young master. See if his brain is really damaged!"
The doctor illuminated Fu Jiu's eyes with a medical light. She remained motionless, her expression blank, as a torrent of information flooded her mind.
Although she shared a name with the girl she once was, her circumstances were completely different. She was clearly a girl, yet her mother had raised her as a boy. No matter how she had been raised, this body was still drawn to men. Like many high school girls, she had developed a crush—too intense—and lacked the social finesse that girls typically possess. Whenever she encountered attractive guys, she confidently approached them, leading to misunderstandings that often ended with her being beaten up and hospitalized, as others assumed she was gay.
As Fu Jiu reflected on her previous life, a bemused expression crossed her face. She had once managed to hack into the Pentagon using just a single computer. Despite numerous attempts by countless FBI agents to ensnare her with elaborate traps, they never caught her—even when they sent hundreds of men after her.
Being sent to the hospital, all bruised and battered, was almost amusing. Fu Jiu found herself laughing, though her eyes stayed cold with a touch of mischief flickering in their dark depths.
The present was now intertwined with echoes of her past, creating a tapestry of memories that surged within her. After a fleeting moment of contemplation, Fu Jiu's mind began to unravel the fog of forgetfulness, and she recalled every detail with startling clarity. Each fragment of her history rushed back, vivid and poignant, as if the present had awakened to reclaim its place in her consciousness.
"Younger master?" Chen Xiaodong asked, looking at her in confusion. Fu Jiu glanced back at him absentmindedly, then brushed her silver hair back, revealing a strikingly handsome face.
"Yeah?" Her voice was perfectly balanced—neither too low nor too high—possessing a soft, magnetic quality often found in young men. Even her simplest motions exuded an air of arrogance and dominance.
Chen Xiaodong was taken aback; something felt different about his young master. How could he put it into words? In the past, Young Master had displayed a bad temper, spent money recklessly, and acted like a typical "nouveau riche" without any sense of manners or style. But today, he emanated a handsomeness that Chen had never noticed before.
As soon as Fu Jiu said that, the person standing in front of her looked thunderstruck and ran to the door while screaming, "Doctor, doctor! My young master appears to have suffered brain damage!"
Young master? That means her? Fu Jiu realized something was wrong and frowned, feeling as if something was trying to invade her mind.
She shook her aching head and dazedly looked at herself in a window. Reflected back was a young man, tall and slim, around seventeen years old, with very black eyes. His figure was smooth and well-defined.
Alone in the room, she took a moment to assess herself and realized that this body was definitely not a man. Her skin was flawless, with a porcelain-like complexion peeking through her bruises. The messy silver hair didn’t make her look disheveled; rather, it added an air of luxuriousness. Her face was neither overly feminine nor masculine; it struck a perfect balance that likely left people stunned the first time they saw her. She had large eyes with long black eyelashes that contrasted beautifully with her silver hair, and a charming mouth with straight, white teeth. The young man's right ear sported a black diamond piercing that exuded a dim light—he looked wild and arrogant.
In one word, he was stunning!
After taking a moment to study her reflection, Fu Jiu closed her eyes. When she opened them again after a few seconds, a mysterious glint shone in her eyes.
"Young master!" The middle-aged man who had run out returned, dragging a doctor inside. "Hurry, take a look at my young master. See if his brain is really damaged!"
The doctor illuminated Fu Jiu's eyes with a medical light. She remained motionless, her expression blank, as a torrent of information flooded her mind.
Although she shared a name with the girl she once was, her circumstances were completely different. She was clearly a girl, yet her mother had raised her as a boy. No matter how she had been raised, this body was still drawn to men. Like many high school girls, she had developed a crush—too intense—and lacked the social finesse that girls typically possess. Whenever she encountered attractive guys, she confidently approached them, leading to misunderstandings that often ended with her being beaten up and hospitalized, as others assumed she was gay.
As Fu Jiu reflected on her previous life, a bemused expression crossed her face. She had once managed to hack into the Pentagon using just a single computer. Despite numerous attempts by countless FBI agents to ensnare her with elaborate traps, they never caught her—even when they sent hundreds of men after her.
Being sent to the hospital, all bruised and battered, was almost amusing. Fu Jiu found herself laughing, though her eyes stayed cold with a touch of mischief flickering in their dark depths.
The present was now intertwined with echoes of her past, creating a tapestry of memories that surged within her. After a fleeting moment of contemplation, Fu Jiu's mind began to unravel the fog of forgetfulness, and she recalled every detail with startling clarity. Each fragment of her history rushed back, vivid and poignant, as if the present had awakened to reclaim its place in her consciousness.
"Younger master?" Chen Xiaodong asked, looking at her in confusion. Fu Jiu glanced back at him absentmindedly, then brushed her silver hair back, revealing a strikingly handsome face.
"Yeah?" Her voice was perfectly balanced—neither too low nor too high—possessing a soft, magnetic quality often found in young men. Even her simplest motions exuded an air of arrogance and dominance.
Chen Xiaodong was taken aback; something felt different about his young master. How could he put it into words? In the past, Young Master had displayed a bad temper, spent money recklessly, and acted like a typical "nouveau riche" without any sense of manners or style. But today, he emanated a handsomeness that Chen had never noticed before.
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