After transmigrating into the book, she became the male god's white moonlight.

Chapter 34: Shameless people are invincible in the world

"Have you heard? It seems like a girl from Class 1 is transferring to our class today."

That's the guy who caused such a stir throughout the whole school by pursuing the student council president.

"Yes, I know. This matter has caused quite a stir; it's even trending on campus."

I heard that the transfer student is pretty awesome; he even dared to make a bet with his own homeroom teacher.

"So what? These guys in this class usually act all high and mighty whenever they see us, like they're so great. But look at them now."
"But Class 15 still showed up."

"Exactly, if we don't teach her a lesson, she'll really think we Class 15 people are easy to bully!"

Lu You, who heard everything from outside the door: "..."

She pushed open the door and entered the classroom, whereupon the chatter abruptly ceased.

Class 15 was indeed different from the other classes; in the entire second year of high school, this was the only class that wasn't studying seriously.

There are fifty people in this classroom, mostly boys and only a few girls.

However, only twenty or thirty people are present now. Those who are sitting are either doing their own thing or applying various cosmetics to their faces.

Some students even crossed their legs and openly took out their phones to play on their desks.

There were very few books on the table, giving the impression that they weren't there to attend classes, but rather to simply pass the time at school.

The classes were just a perfunctory formality. Compared to other classes, any teacher would be driven to despair by such a scene. It was practically like talking to a brick wall.

Regardless, at this moment, the expressions on their faces were all the same—extremely awkward.

It's like the feeling of guilt you get when you're caught talking badly about someone behind their back.

This is human instinct, but it only lasted a few seconds.

Lu You walked towards the last empty seat as if no one else was there, as if she hadn't heard or seen anything, and tidied up the books in her schoolbag and put them into the desk.

"Sister Lan, do you think she heard something?"

Whispers started again from the side, and the person sitting in the back of the third row poked the table in front of them with a pen.

"Tch, so what if we hear it? Are we afraid of her?"

Yan Lan turned around and replied dismissively. A few strands of her black hair, dyed flaxen, were hidden among the black hair, exuding an air of unruly defiance. "You act all high and mighty, like we did nothing wrong, yet you act like we did something wrong."

The person next to him rolled their eyes and continued the conversation.

"With such a lousy appearance, no wonder the people in Class 1 dislike him. It's true, nowadays, all sorts of bad people are being sent to Class 15. Do they really think this is a garbage dump?"

She looked in the mirror with one hand and carefully used a high-end lipstick to outline her lips with the other.

"Exactly. It's not scary to be disliked by others; what's scariest is when that person doesn't even realize their own shortcomings."

A tree without bark will surely die; a person without shame is invincible.

Another person sitting in the seat, applying foundation with a beauty sponge, chimed in.

Holding a book, feigning deafness, and looking rather rustic, Lu You: ...

The sound is so loud that it's impossible to ignore it.

Holy crap, that's going way too far.

Host, why don't you talk back?

These words didn't anger the person involved, but instead infuriated 666, who was so angry that he almost sat down on a small stool, wishing he could yell at them face to face.

When has its host ever suffered such injustice, being insulted so indirectly?

In contrast, Lu You remained calm and said indifferently.

"If a dog bites me, I can't just bite it back, can I?"

She wouldn't stoop so low as to argue with these seventeen or eighteen-year-old kids.

But why do I always have this inexplicable itch in my hands?

I spent a long time writing this, almost two hours on each chapter, deleting and revising.

I have classes tomorrow, so I only have free time to rest in the evenings. I don't know if I, with my short attention span, can keep writing this book until the end. I can only say, I'll do my best...

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