Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time-Chapter 20 The Crying Child Gets the Milk

Wan Chu’er’s words ignited something in Liu Li, who with a darkened face and clenched teeth said, "Wan Chu’er, if you dare, don’t leave after school."

Yesterday, Liu Li was talked to by the class teacher, Teacher Zhu, who warned her that if she continued to bully classmates and cause fights, her parents would be called in for a meeting. Worried her father would find out, she dared not strike Wan Chu’er right then and there, but neither could she swallow her pride and just give Wan Chu’er thirty yuan and let it go. So, she proposed a fight after school.

After school at lunch, she planned to find a secluded place and give Wan Chu’er a good beating, not believing she couldn’t defeat Wan Chu’er.

Upon hearing Liu Li’s words, Wan Chu’er knew Liu Li wasn’t giving up, and with a mocking smile looked at Liu Li and readily replied, "Alright, after school, in the little alley behind the school. Don’t be a no-show."

That smile momentarily puzzled Liu Li, but she quickly let it go, assuming Wan Chu’er was just bluffing and thought about calling Zhang Xiaoyu and a few others to teach Wan Chu’er a lesson after school.

Wan Chu’er stopped paying attention to Liu Li, who snorted and then entered the classroom.

A little while later, Wan Chu’er saw Zhang Xiaoyu arrive, munching on a pancake and apparently lost in thought.

Wan Chu’er quickly positioned herself in front of Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Wan Chu’er blankly and upon recognizing her, couldn’t help but step back, "Wan Chu’er, what do you want?"

"Let’s swap seats."

Zhang Xiaoyu was confused, "A seat change has to be approved by Teacher Zhu."

Wan Chu’er indifferently said, "I will talk to Teacher Zhu about it. If she doesn’t agree, we’ll switch back."

However, Zhang Xiaoyu still looked reluctant, aware that Wan Chu’er’s current seat was right behind Liu Li.

Yesterday, not only Liu Li, but Zhang Xiaoyu and two other girls were also spoken to by the teacher. Each of them was warned by Teacher Zhu, who also prohibited Zhang Xiaoyu from interacting privately with Liu Li.

Therefore, she didn’t want to sit behind Liu Li, stalling, "Well, Wan Chu’er, I think you should speak with Teacher Zhu first, then we can swap. If Teacher Zhu agrees, I definitely won’t object."

She didn’t want to provoke Wan Chu’er anymore, noticing that Wan Chu’er had changed. Previously, Wan Chu’er had never initiated a conversation with her. Zhang Xiaoyu decided to observe the situation before saying anything more.

Wan Chu’er smirked and cut straight to the point: "You don’t want to swap seats with me! No need to deny it, just tell me the real reason. I don’t want to hear any lies."

Startled by Wan Chu’er’s decisive assertion, Zhang Xiaoyu was taken aback. When had Wan Chu’er become so sharp?

It seemed the Wan Chu’er in front of her truly was no longer the timid, silent Wan Chu’er of the past.

Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Okay then, your seat is right in front of Liu Li. I don’t want to be close to Liu Li. Yesterday Teacher Zhu warned me and told me not to interact with Liu Li anymore, how could I possibly... Hey, where are you going?"

Mid-sentence, Wan Chu’er turned and walked away, knowing already where she was supposed to sit, she felt no need to listen to Zhang Xiaoyu anymore.

Entering the classroom, she briefly scanned and immediately spotted Liu Li.

Indeed, the desk behind Liu Li was empty, which seemed to be Wan Chu’er’s assigned seat now.

Wan Chu’er walked straight to it and sat down, casually pulling out a book from the desk pocket, on which she saw her name.

Once settled, she looked around and her blurred memories started to clear.

During the three years of high school, she recalled indeed sitting right behind Liu Li. Both of them were positioned at the back of the classroom and near the wall, a corner that was not easily noticed by teachers.

This corner facilitated Liu Li to bully her, threaten her, and enslave her whenever she wanted.

There was a deeply carved word on the desk: Endure.

Every stroke was forceful, as if trying to carve through the desk, fierce like warriors and claws in battle.

Indeed, a coward who dared to be angry but didn’t dare to speak up. Wan Chu’er chuckled self-deprecatingly; that coward would never appear again.

Her deskmate was a boy with a face full of pimples, who also had an indifferent expression, silently reading the textbook. Wan Chu’er thought about it but still saw him as nothing more than a vague shadow; it seemed that apart from sharing a desk, there was absolutely no interaction between them.

Liu Li’s back appeared somewhat stiff, seemingly always paying attention to her movements. Wan Chu’er glanced at Liu Li and then focused all her attention on the contents of her desk pocket.

She organized everything one by one: textbook, workbook, homework book, tutorial book... all were in order.

"Ring ring ring—"

Soon, the bell for the first class rang.

The homeroom teacher, Teacher Zhu, walked in; she taught English.

After entering, Teacher Zhu specifically glanced over at Wan Chu’er’s area, saw Wan Chu’er sitting upright and proper, nodded slightly, and then began the lesson.

Wan Chu’er found it slightly challenging to follow; no matter what Teacher Zhu taught, she had a vague impression of it but couldn’t specify the details. Without further thought, Wan Chu’er took out her notebook and wrote down every sentence that Teacher Zhu lectured, planning to ponder over it after class.

During this class, Teacher Zhu paid special attention to Wan Chu’er, glancing over several times and each time noticing Wan Chu’er listening attentively, writing vigorously, or frowning in thought; she nodded slightly to herself.

Diligent students always made the hardworking teacher feel more appreciated.

Quickly, the class ended, and the bell rang for the break, causing Teacher Zhu to leave the classroom.

Wan Chu’er hurriedly followed her.

"Teacher Zhu, please wait a moment." Outside the classroom, Wan Chu’er called out to Teacher Zhu.

Teacher Zhu stopped, smiling slightly: "Wan Chu’er, what’s the matter?"

Wan Chu’er said: "Teacher, I’d like to change my seat. My current seat is too far back, and I also don’t want to sit with Liu Li. It would be best to arrange me in the third or fourth row. I’m not tall, so sitting in the third or fourth row would be completely fine."

That request was certainly direct. Students from the nineties were usually simple; when they saw their teacher, they were always trembling with fear, never daring to make such forthright requests.

But something inside Wan Chu’er had changed; she was used to saying whatever was on her mind and directly stating her desires.

There’s a saying, isn’t there? A crying baby gets the milk.

By raising her request, only then could the teacher know about her needs, and as long as it wasn’t particularly unreasonable, it would generally be fulfilled.

If she continued to behave meekly like before, sulking and silent all day, hiding in the corner of the classroom, who would pay her any attention?

Teacher Zhu, who was understanding and reasonable, thought for a moment and then said, "I understand. I will change your seat during the last self-study class this afternoon."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhu."