National School Prince is a Girl - V1C8
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?
Chapter 8: Deal!
The next morning at breakfast, Fu Jiu sat at the kitchen table, picking
at his food with chopsticks.
Meanwhile, Chen Xiaodong kept his mind firmly on the task that Mrs. Fu had set for him during their recent phone conversation. He understood the importance of guiding the Young Master in a way that would both benefit him personally and align with Mrs. Fu's wishes.
“Young Master,” he began carefully, trying to strike the right balance between encouragement and honesty, “if you find yourself in need of financial support, I genuinely believe that you should focus on improving your test scores. Madam has promised that if you show significant progress, she will reward you with a generous red packet. It’s a win-win situation, really.”
He paused for a moment, observing the Young Master’s demeanor and continuing, “Spending countless hours engrossed in computer games not only strains your eyes but also takes away from your studies. I seem to recall that you never had a particular fondness for gaming in the past. It feels as if you’ve traded in your books for a console, and it may not be the best choice for your future.”
Chen Xiaodong took a deep breath, aware that he needed to tread carefully. “I understand your desire to forge a connection with Young Master Qin through the world of gaming,” he began, aiming to touch on the Young Master’s aspirations. “However, it’s essential to acknowledge that Young Master Qin is not just any player; he is an icon in the national league, revered for his unparalleled skill and strategic brilliance. Even if you devoted an entire decade to honing your craft, honing your skills to match his level is no small feat. Achieving greatness in this realm requires not only relentless dedication and countless hours of practice, but also an inherent talent and, at times, a fortunate stroke of luck that can set one apart from the rest. The journey to becoming a legend is fraught with challenges, and it’s crucial to temper ambition with a realistic understanding of what lies ahead.”
In that moment, Chen Xiaodong was very proud of himself. He sought to cultivate a sense of drive in the Young Master, encouraging him to reflect on a direction that better aligned with his long-term objectives and dreams.
“Are you suggesting I’m playing games because of Young Master Qin?” Fu Jiu sipped her soy milk, raising an eyebrow. “Who’s given you such a misguided impression?”
Chen Xiaodong felt a twinge in his heart and shook his head. “Young Master, you’ve come a long way. You might deceive Old Wang, but not me. I’ve been part of the Fu family for ten years; how could I not see through you? Besides, when have you ever lost sleep or appetite over something?”
Fu Jiu stayed quiet, contemplating her answer.
“Just admit it,” Chen Xiaodong urged, his expression serious. “If you assure Madam that you’ll improve by one rank, I promise I won’t disclose your secret.”
Alright, she wouldn’t elaborate; the more she said, the more complicated it became. Elevating her rank by one seemed reasonable. Fu Jiu casually rested her chin on her hand. “What was my previous rank?”
“Last place,” Chen Xiaodong answered.
Fu Jiu fell silent, and after a brief pause, she inquired, “Are you certain my mom only wants me to advance one rank?”
“Yes, Madam stated that if you rank second-to-last this time, she’ll reward you.” Chen Xiaodong spoke with certainty.
“She’s definitely my real mother. Deal!” Fu Jiu exclaimed. Second-to-last seemed manageable, right? Even though physics and chemistry were tough for her, she excelled in English and math—skills she had sharpened as a hacker.
However, seeing her agree so easily made Chen Xiaodong more anxious. “Madam also mentioned that if you rank second-to-last through cheating, there won’t be any rewards.”
Fu Jiu raised an eyebrow. “Why would I cheat? Wouldn't violence be a better solution?”
“Young Master, please stop joking. You can't even fight girls; how could you fight boys?” Chen Xiaodong laughed heartily, giving Fu Jiu a friendly pat on the shoulder.
Fu Jiu lifted her gaze, slowly setting her wooden chopsticks down and looking at him coldly. Chen Xiaodong froze immediately. Why did he feel such an intense sense of menace from Young Master? It seemed impossible! But it was genuinely terrifying!
Fu Jiu sighed and chose not to confront him, recalling the kindness he had shown her in the past. He was annoying, like a persistent mother hen, but his intentions were good. As she reflected on her earlier days, she felt disappointed in the previous Fu Jiu for lacking the strength to stand up against the girls who had bullied her. It felt like such a waste of potential, squandering her promise as a spirited young woman. With these thoughts in mind, she made her way to school, her striking features attracting attention from everyone around her.
Today, she wore her black and white school uniform, crisp and neatly pressed. As she effortlessly slung her school bag over her shoulder, the fabric shimmered in the sunlight, accentuating its clean lines and youthful charm. The bright sun cast a warm glow on her fair skin, giving it the appearance of smooth, milky jade—pure, radiant, and captivating to all who caught a glimpse.
Students stopped in their tracks, their conversations fading as they turned to admire her graceful presence, and the air was filled with murmurs of admiration. Fu Jiu walked with a quiet confidence, each step a testament to her evolving strength, ready to face whatever the day might bring.
“Do you think Fu Jiu has turned into a completely different person?” one student asked.
“He looks… so handsome!” another replied.
Meanwhile, Chen Xiaodong kept his mind firmly on the task that Mrs. Fu had set for him during their recent phone conversation. He understood the importance of guiding the Young Master in a way that would both benefit him personally and align with Mrs. Fu's wishes.
“Young Master,” he began carefully, trying to strike the right balance between encouragement and honesty, “if you find yourself in need of financial support, I genuinely believe that you should focus on improving your test scores. Madam has promised that if you show significant progress, she will reward you with a generous red packet. It’s a win-win situation, really.”
He paused for a moment, observing the Young Master’s demeanor and continuing, “Spending countless hours engrossed in computer games not only strains your eyes but also takes away from your studies. I seem to recall that you never had a particular fondness for gaming in the past. It feels as if you’ve traded in your books for a console, and it may not be the best choice for your future.”
Chen Xiaodong took a deep breath, aware that he needed to tread carefully. “I understand your desire to forge a connection with Young Master Qin through the world of gaming,” he began, aiming to touch on the Young Master’s aspirations. “However, it’s essential to acknowledge that Young Master Qin is not just any player; he is an icon in the national league, revered for his unparalleled skill and strategic brilliance. Even if you devoted an entire decade to honing your craft, honing your skills to match his level is no small feat. Achieving greatness in this realm requires not only relentless dedication and countless hours of practice, but also an inherent talent and, at times, a fortunate stroke of luck that can set one apart from the rest. The journey to becoming a legend is fraught with challenges, and it’s crucial to temper ambition with a realistic understanding of what lies ahead.”
In that moment, Chen Xiaodong was very proud of himself. He sought to cultivate a sense of drive in the Young Master, encouraging him to reflect on a direction that better aligned with his long-term objectives and dreams.
“Are you suggesting I’m playing games because of Young Master Qin?” Fu Jiu sipped her soy milk, raising an eyebrow. “Who’s given you such a misguided impression?”
Chen Xiaodong felt a twinge in his heart and shook his head. “Young Master, you’ve come a long way. You might deceive Old Wang, but not me. I’ve been part of the Fu family for ten years; how could I not see through you? Besides, when have you ever lost sleep or appetite over something?”
Fu Jiu stayed quiet, contemplating her answer.
“Just admit it,” Chen Xiaodong urged, his expression serious. “If you assure Madam that you’ll improve by one rank, I promise I won’t disclose your secret.”
Alright, she wouldn’t elaborate; the more she said, the more complicated it became. Elevating her rank by one seemed reasonable. Fu Jiu casually rested her chin on her hand. “What was my previous rank?”
“Last place,” Chen Xiaodong answered.
Fu Jiu fell silent, and after a brief pause, she inquired, “Are you certain my mom only wants me to advance one rank?”
“Yes, Madam stated that if you rank second-to-last this time, she’ll reward you.” Chen Xiaodong spoke with certainty.
“She’s definitely my real mother. Deal!” Fu Jiu exclaimed. Second-to-last seemed manageable, right? Even though physics and chemistry were tough for her, she excelled in English and math—skills she had sharpened as a hacker.
However, seeing her agree so easily made Chen Xiaodong more anxious. “Madam also mentioned that if you rank second-to-last through cheating, there won’t be any rewards.”
Fu Jiu raised an eyebrow. “Why would I cheat? Wouldn't violence be a better solution?”
“Young Master, please stop joking. You can't even fight girls; how could you fight boys?” Chen Xiaodong laughed heartily, giving Fu Jiu a friendly pat on the shoulder.
Fu Jiu lifted her gaze, slowly setting her wooden chopsticks down and looking at him coldly. Chen Xiaodong froze immediately. Why did he feel such an intense sense of menace from Young Master? It seemed impossible! But it was genuinely terrifying!
Fu Jiu sighed and chose not to confront him, recalling the kindness he had shown her in the past. He was annoying, like a persistent mother hen, but his intentions were good. As she reflected on her earlier days, she felt disappointed in the previous Fu Jiu for lacking the strength to stand up against the girls who had bullied her. It felt like such a waste of potential, squandering her promise as a spirited young woman. With these thoughts in mind, she made her way to school, her striking features attracting attention from everyone around her.
Today, she wore her black and white school uniform, crisp and neatly pressed. As she effortlessly slung her school bag over her shoulder, the fabric shimmered in the sunlight, accentuating its clean lines and youthful charm. The bright sun cast a warm glow on her fair skin, giving it the appearance of smooth, milky jade—pure, radiant, and captivating to all who caught a glimpse.
Students stopped in their tracks, their conversations fading as they turned to admire her graceful presence, and the air was filled with murmurs of admiration. Fu Jiu walked with a quiet confidence, each step a testament to her evolving strength, ready to face whatever the day might bring.
“Do you think Fu Jiu has turned into a completely different person?” one student asked.
“He looks… so handsome!” another replied.
