Reincarnation: From Opressed Missy to Campus Belle

That day, after getting punished because of her enemy, they tried to maintain a truce. But it wasn’t so easy.

That cheat prince would do something to get on her nerves. Yesterday, he started the fight. Yes, he did and because of his stupidity, the teacher put them in detention. Not just detention, both of them had to clean their class all alone.

Her tender hands hurt after cleaning the entire class and corridor.

Currently, An Xiulan was sitting on the step of the patio, staring at her literature textbook with a wobbled lip.

What had she done in her last life to come across this book?

Literature was An Xiulan’s damnation._.

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“What did these people even mean?” An Xiulan said after reciting the entire paragraph. Although she could read and write these words, she couldn’t understand what these complex sentences in Chinese meant. It wasn’t something a layman could understand at a glance.

As she was looking at her Chinese textbook in utter sadness, she heard a loud cry of her little chicks that were not so little after feeding them leftover food for more than a week. She ran to check on her chicks to that side of the garden. When she reached the spot, she saw a yellow and ugly cat swallowing her dear chick!

Wuhhuhuu!

Her honey chicken was gone!

“Honey!” An Xiulan cried in distress. “You stupid and ugly thing! You ate my honey! Give my honey back to me.”

Instead of giving her honey back, the damned creature burped. It was as if the cat was telling her, ‘Peasant, I ate your honey! What are you gonna do?”

An Xiulan found a broom placed against a wall. She grabbed it to run after the ugly and yellow cat. The cat ran ahead and she was behind her, trying to attack it but the stray cat was a sneaky little thing.

Between the war of a human and animal, the garden was bearing the consequences of war. Some of the flower pots were lying on the ground while some of them were broken by An Xiulan and the cat.

The cat meows loudly at her while standing on the wall with a smug look on its face and disappeared by jumping on the other side of the wall.

“Missy, what happened?” A maid came running. She was startled to see crying Xiulan who was hugging the remaining nine chicks. The beautiful garden was a mess and so were An Xiulan’s clothes.

“My honey chicken,” An Xiulan cried, hugging other chicks. “That yellow and ugly cat ate my honey chicken.”

The maid looked at the startled chicks and then at the crying An Xiulan. ‘Missy is so kind. She loves her little pets so much. She even calls her chicks honey.’

“Missy, would you like to hold your honey’s funeral?” The maid asked in a small voice. After death, a living organism should have a proper funeral or their soul would be left wandering around the earth.

Rather than replying to the maid, An Xiulan broke into sobs. “That ugly and yellow creature doesn’t even leave feathers. My honey chicken has red feathers. Oh, no. It had. Teacher Wang says ‘has’ is used for the present tense. My honey chicken is a thing of the past now. Wuhuhu.”

The poor maid had no idea what her young miss had been muttering in a foreign language. It had to be a verse or mantra for the salvation of her Missy’s honey.

“Honey, come back to me! I miss you so much. Honey!”

The maid was crying alongside An Xiulan. She felt so bad for her Missy that she couldn’t stop her tears from trickling down her cheeks.

“What’s happening here?” An Qinyan asked. Her face was unusually pale. She had a tough day at the office and when she entered the threshold of her house, she heard the heart wrenching cries of her daughter.

“Darling, what’s wrong? Tell mom who hurt you?” An Qinyan asked, kneeling beside her crying daughter. She hugged Xiulan’s body without caring that her expensive suit was getting dirty in the mud.

“Mom, that yellow and ugly cat ate my honey chicken,” An Xiulan said, wiping her snot with the back of her hand.

An Qinyan heaved out a sigh of relief. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Mom will get you a thousand more. Stop crying. Mom’s heart hurts seeing her darling cry.”

“I don’t want mom’s heart to hurt,” An Xiulan said, wiping her tears. She hugged her mother tightly and inhaled her scent to calm herself down. Her mom smelled like peace and comfort.

“Let’s go inside. Mom will cook something delicious for Lanlan,” An Qinyan said. She knew only food could make her daughter happy.

An Xiulan nodded her head and followed her mom inside.