CH 1

‘Bang!’

The blow in the back of the head made Su Xingchen’s brain buzz. Only one voice was heard in the blur, “Principal Liu is here!”

The onlookers suddenly scattered like birds and beasts*, and she was taken to the office.

(*To scatter like birds and beasts; to flee in all directions.)

She was dizzy and the office was noisy.

A middle-aged couple came over. The middle-aged woman saw her and reached out and slapped her face. Su Xingchen didn’t know how to avoid it, so she stared at her in daze. With a crisp sound, the hot pain finally made her wake up from the trance.

The middle-aged woman wanted to slap her again but was quickly pulled by the middle-aged man behind her. He apologized to the other parents and teachers who came over.

The middle-aged woman was probably anxious. She pointed at her nose and scolded her, “I spent money to let you go to school to study, not to fight with people. If you want to do that, might as well pack your bags and I will send you to the village. You will stay in the village all your life and be a frog in the well* all your life! “Then she stepped forward and pulled her hard.

(*A Frog in the Well – 井底之蛙 (jǐng dǐ zhī wā) – is a Chinese idiom that refers to a narrow-minded person who doesn’t see the larger world around them.)

Su Xingchen was pulled back by her and crashed into the desk behind her.

“Ouch.”

The woman scrambled to lift up the teacup, pen holder and other objects on the desk to hit her.　

The female teacher behind her quickly supported her and said angrily, “What? The girl is still in her rebellion phase. The more you beat her, the more rebellious she would become. If you have something to say, just talk to her and make her understand. What is the use of hitting her? You can’t solve the problem but you make it worse?” She asked.

Then teacher Chen asked Xingchen, “How are you? Are you hurt?”

The middle-aged woman lowered her hand angrily, “Ms. Chen, it’s not that I want to beat her. This girl is too disobedient. I am so busy but I have to apologize for her affairs everywhere, every day. It is a waste of my time.”

Then she looked at Su Xingchen, “You look at her hair, you look at her clothes, which girl is like her. I am so busy, and I have no time to control her. You tell me what can I do if not hit her? “

“Is it useful to fight? Isn’t it the same if you hit her? We all came from her age. She is in the rebellion age. You have to talk to her and be reasonable with her. She can understand!”

“I won’t be so bothered if she was obedient!” The middle-aged woman gasped.

The female teacher also said to Su Xingchen, “You too, a girl who ran out to fight with someone. You look at your face, you are a pretty girl, why fight?.”

Su Xingchen looked at the nagging female teacher’s face in front of her.

She turned to look at the middle-aged woman who had just hit her.

The middle-aged woman was about 40 years old, with an oval face, high cheekbones, fair skin, her hair was in a low ponytail, she wore a coat over her and thick low-heeled boots.

Behind her was a middle-aged man who was pulling her. The man was wearing a leather jacket and black pants. He was blessed when it came to his face. He had a pair of big European-style round eyes, long lashes, and a tall and elegant look. His sharp nose bridge, thin lips, rounded double chin, shy little belly, was like Maitreya Buddha*.

(*Maitreya Buddha: Maitreya, in Buddhist tradition, the future Buddha, presently a bodhisattva residing in the Tushita heaven, who will descend to earth to preach the dharma.)

Because he stayed in auto repair shops for car repairs all year round, he smelled like engine oil and had black oil stains on his face, hands, and clothes..

This was her parents in her previous life!

Yes, previous life.

When Su Xingchen was 20 years old, her soul transmigrated into the world of Xianxia. Such a great opportunity made her think that she was a heroine in a novel, the kind that sailed against the wind.*

(*sail against the wind. to be trying to achieve something that is unlikely to succeed because most people would oppose it.)

In order to cultivate, she studied medicine and refining. But for learning alchemy, her physique was too poor, the resources obtained were also very poor. She had been working hard for 20 years, she was still an immortal in the refining phase*.

At this time, no matter how she got into the second phase, she knew that she was not a protagonist, but only a grain of dust* in this world of immortality. In order to obtain more resources, she had to find another way. So, she began refining some female skincare products and selling cosmetics. She had started using makeup when she was a teenager. Although she was not too old when she transmigrated through, she used a lot of cosmetics. Later, she emulated this world and came up with whitening, blemish, skin rejuvenation skincare products.

They weren’t very effective for high-level immortals. She could’ve made an immortal beauty product, if she advanced her cultivation. Yet, she could only come to the mortal women and the low-ranked female cultivators; they were indispensable items in their daily life, especially for women who had no physique for the cultivation. They could only depend on their beauty and charm some immortal to live.

The alchemist in the cultivation realm focused on refining medicine and alchemy as they were all struggling to practice cultivation. Who would specialize in making skincare products for mortals and low-level women? Even if someone later saw this market, it was impossible for them to compete with her because she was the one who developed it .

As a result, she took advantage of this, had a fixed source of income for herself to learn medicine refining alchemy and get more resources for self-cultivation.

But her physical physique was so bad that she couldn’t break the shackles of that body. She didn’t expect to transmigrate back to her original self. When she woke up, she wasn’t twenty years old. Instead, she was reborn to the age of sixteen.

The reason why she knew it so clearly was because the female teacher in front of her was the class teacher of her first year of high school. She transmigrated two years before the college entrance examination.

Mother Su looked at her unrepentant expression and scolded her angrily, “You still dare to look in my eyes! You can’t learn? Learn from your sister, learn from your brother. Your father and I asked grandpa to send you here.But,in the first year of high school, you came and fell in love with someone. Then got jealous and fought with others? How old are you for all this? “

“And your hair!” Mother Su reached for her hair.

Su Xingchen’s body bent slightly sideways to avoid her hand.

The middle-aged man behind her hurriedly took her and persuaded her well, “Let’s go home and talk.”

Teacher Chen also hurriedly stood between the two, to prevent Mother Sue from getting violent.

There were many teachers watching beside them.