Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time-Chapter 50 Teacher Zhu’s Plan

Zhuo Yao only felt that in a flash of lightning, she had lost her balance, and then a sharp pain pierced her chest before she collapsed onto the ground.

She clutched her chest, unable to catch her breath for a long time, and only after great difficulty did she manage to gasp for air, crawling and sitting up, glaring fiercely at the instigator of her pain.

"Wan Chu’er, you..."

The harsh words she was about to utter were swallowed in fear and reluctance, as Wan Chu’er raised her foot.

Wan Chu’er retracted her foot with satisfaction, feeling that her recent hard practice of Martial Arts had not been in vain. Look, it only took her a moment to knock Zhuo Yao down.

Unable to help it, Zhuo Yao burst into tears, "Chuchu, how could you become like this? I was just delivering a letter for someone, why did you hit me?"

Seeing Zhuo Yao still stubbornly defiant, Wan Chu’er initially wanted to leave it at that. But noticing the envelope Zhuo Yao was still clutching tightly, she changed her mind, leaned forward, and reached out.

"Hand it over."

Zhuo Yao hadn’t regained her senses yet. Seeing Wan Chu’er approach, she reflexively shrank backwards.

"What do you want to do?"

Wan Chu’er chuckled, "Wasn’t it said there was a letter for me?" She thought to herself that Zhuo Yao was truly petty—acting pure and vigorous when there’s no trouble, but cowardly as a mouse in the face of adversity, all the while harboring malicious intentions.

Zhuo Yao wanted to throw the letter fiercely at Wan Chu’er’s face but lacked the courage, and instead handed the letter to Wan Chu’er with trembling hands.

Watching Wan Chu’er’s retreating figure, a fierce look finally emerged in Zhuo Yao’s eyes.

In fact, she hadn’t realized that it was under her persuasion that Wan Chu’er had experienced school violence time and again, and what Wan Chu’er had faced was far more serious than her own current plight.

After returning home, Wan Chu’er opened the letter and read it twice, noticing the oddities within, thinking to herself how love-deprived she must have been in her past life, to overlook such obvious issues.

Perhaps the last time she read it, Zhuo Yao was there constantly distracting her, which was why she didn’t notice.

Wan Chu’er put the letter back into the envelope as it was and tossed it into the drawer, not bothering with it anymore.

In the days that followed, every week Wan Chu’er would find a letter on her desk. After seeing it once, she knew that it was Zhuo Yao who had found a way to place them there.

It seemed that Zhuo Yao had indeed been scared by her and didn’t dare to deliver it personally.

Receiving such a letter every week was bound to attract attention, especially in the sensitive environment of high school where everyone was wholeheartedly preparing for the gaokao.

Soon enough, Teacher Zhu came to talk to Wan Chu’er.

"Wan Chu’er, your last exam scores were very good, and the teacher has seen your potential. I hope you can continue to exert yourself and devote all your energy to your studies."

At first, Wan Chu’er didn’t catch on and took Teacher Zhu’s words as encouragement, hoping she could make further progress. She nodded confidently and said:

"Don’t worry, Teacher Zhu, I will perform even better."

Teacher Zhu smiled, satisfied with Wan Chu’er’s attitude, and then said, "I heard you receive a letter every week? And they’re in pink envelopes?"

Only then did Wan Chu’er realize the true purpose of Teacher Zhu’s talk, so she said truthfully, "I don’t know who exactly writes these love letters, but I do know they all come from Zhuo Yao of Class 2-1, who has someone place them on my desk, and the names inside the letters have traces of being altered."

What does that mean? Teacher Zhu widened her eyes incredulously and blurted out, "Zhuo Yao? What is she trying to do?" After asking, she felt she had asked a foolish question.

What is she trying to do?

Does it even need to be asked?

Second year is a crucial time preparing for third year and the intense struggle towards the gaokao. Yet, someone is frequently sending love letters to a top student of their class, and these letters have significant issues. It’s clear without even thinking why someone would do this.

They aim to disturb Wan Chu’er’s studies!

Teacher Zhu became somewhat angry—it was too terrible to sabotage her top student!

As the homeroom teacher, for every student she leads to a top-tier university, the school rewards her with a bonus. Wan Chu’er attending a top university is a sure thing; with even the possibility of attending an even better university, the bonus would be greater.

It’s not just about the bonus; as the homeroom teacher, it would reflect well on her and have significant impact on her performance evaluation.

Apart from self-interest, her responsibility as a teacher doesn’t allow such things to happen.

Wan Chu’er did not respond to Teacher Zhu’s question, just watched her silently, seeing her face turn from red to white, knowing Teacher Zhu was angry.

Teacher Zhu came to her senses and saw Wan Chu’er sitting calmly. Remembering how Wan Chu’er had still been burying herself in study lately, seemingly unaffected, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She calmed down and then asked gently, "Wan Chu’er, what are your plans? Do you want the teacher to handle this for you?"

Teacher Zhu wanted to take those letters, study them carefully, maybe even bring them up during the grade homeroom teachers’ meeting, and have a serious talk with the senior grade’s homeroom teacher.

Wan Chu’er smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Teacher Zhu. I won’t be affected by these letters. I will need them after a while, so I can’t give them to you."

Seeing that the homeroom teacher truly cared for her, Wan Chu’er didn’t beat around the bush and directly shared her thoughts with Teacher Zhu.

Now that top students were treasured, seeing that Wan Chu’er had her own plans, Teacher Zhu naturally respected her decision and said with a smile:

"Good, it’s fine as long as you have a plan. Say the word if you need the teacher’s help. The midterm exam is approaching, and the teacher hopes you can prepare well."

"Sure, Teacher, thank you."

A semester is four months, with not only mid-term and final exams but two monthly tests as well.

After Wan Chu’er left, Teacher Zhu separately called the class president and the study committee member to inquire indirectly. Indeed, it was Zhuo Yao of Class 1 who had someone place them on Wan Chu’er’s desk.

Zhuo Yao is a top student of Class 1 and is also pretty, so of course, everyone knew.

Teacher Zhu originally intended to tactfully mention this matter to the homeroom teacher of Class 1, but remembering Wan Chu’er’s words "I’ll still need them after a while," she suppressed the urge in her heart and decided to wait and see. If things deviated from track, it wouldn’t be too late for her to intervene.