Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

Two o'clock in the morning.

The lights were still on in the apartment's study.

Bo Jinghuai sat at his desk, pen in hand, notebook open in front of him, covered with crooked musical notes.

He stared at what he had written, his face growing increasingly dark.

I followed the example in the book, so why does it look so bad?

And those musical scales, he spent the whole night memorizing them, but his mind was still a mess.

Bo Jinghuai threw the pen on the table, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

Her mind flashed to Su Jingsheng's small face, and she looked at him with bright eyes: "Now that you've learned it, can you tutor me a bit?"

Bo Jinghuai opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

It’s over.

What will he say if she asks him about it tomorrow?

It's said that the dignified heir of the Bo family, a world-class Enigma expert, was stumped by a few music theory books.

Bo Jinghuai gritted his teeth.

That's fucking shameful.

……

The next morning, in the large classroom of the art building.

Bo Jinghuai sat in the back row by the window, his long legs stretched out under the desk, twirling a pen in his hand.

His face was expressionless, but if you looked closely, you could see that his eyes were a little unfocused.

The professor on the podium was explaining harmony progressions, but Bo Jinghuai didn't hear a single word.

He was thinking about how he should deal with Su Jingsheng if she came looking for him after class.

Bo Jinghuai was already somewhat regretful. Why did he have to have a brain fart a few days ago and come back to study as a senior?

And to make matters worse, he stumbled into the genetic minefield and ended up studying music.

Damn it, I'm about to embarrass myself in front of Su Jingsheng.

Bo Jinghuai's gaze swept across the row in front.

Su Jingsheng sat in the front seat, wearing a light pink knitted sweater today. Her long hair was loosely tied into a low ponytail, revealing her slender and fair nape.

She was sitting very upright, her head down, writing something in her notebook.

It's rare that I didn't get distracted today.

……

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Su Jingsheng packed up the sheet music, stood up, and walked out.

Bo Jinghuai slowly stood up and followed her at a distance.

The sunlight was very bright outside the teaching building.

As Su Jingsheng stepped down the stairs, a bright blue luxury sports car screeched to a halt in front of her.

The car door opened, and Jiang Yan got out of the driver's seat.

He wore a black tight-fitting T-shirt with an open leather jacket over it, and had short, neat hair and a wild, roguish look.

He twirled the car keys in his hand and walked a few steps to Su Jingsheng, blocking her way.

"Su Jingsheng, right?" Jiang Yan asked, his voice tinged with laughter.

I saw you on the forum yesterday, so I came here specifically to find you today.

The surrounding students all looked over.

"It's Jiang Yan! The captain of the racing team!"

"His family is in the energy business, and he's a young nobleman, an A-level Alpha."

"He came to see Su Jingsheng? Could it be that he's also taken a liking to her?"

"This is going to be interesting."

Su Jingsheng stopped and looked up at him. "Is there something you need?"

"Yes." Jiang Yan took a step forward, getting closer to her.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, and when he stood in front of her, he almost completely enveloped her in his shadow.

"My name is Jiang Yan, and I'm the team's top racer." He stared at her face, his gaze direct.

"The only son and heir of the first-class noble Jiang family."

"I fell in love with you at first sight. Would you give me a chance to date you?"

A collective gasp and low laughter rose from the surrounding area.

Jiang Yan was known for his flamboyance at school; if he set his sights on an Omega, he would pursue him directly without beating around the bush.

Su Jingsheng frowned. "I don't know you."

"Now that we know each other, don't we?" Jiang Yan smiled and reached out to grab her wrist.

"Come on, I'll take you for a drive. I'm a great driver—"

Before he could finish speaking, a loud crash suddenly rang out.

"Bang--!"

Jiang Yan's bright blue sports car was hit hard from behind by a black Bugatti, and the rear of the car was instantly dented.

Everyone was stunned.

Jiang Yan turned around, his face instantly darkening. "Who the hell dares to touch my car..."

The second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat.

The driver's side door of the Bugatti opened, and Bo Jinghuai got out of the car.

His face was expressionless, and he leaned against the car door with his arms crossed, his posture arrogant and aloof.

The sunlight fell on him, making his face appear even more angular.

Jiang Yan's expression changed.

He glanced at the dented rear of his car, then at Bo Jinghuai, forcing a stiff smile. "Young Master Bo, what's this...?"

Bo Jinghuai raised his chin, his voice indifferent, "Your car is blocking my way, I'm annoyed."

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

Everyone was watching, and no one dared to make a sound.

"I apologize," Jiang Yan said with a forced smile.

"I don't know where I offended Young Master Bo. I'll move the car right away."

"No need to move." Bo Jinghuai straightened up, took two steps forward, and stopped in front of Jiang Yan.

He was a little taller than Jiang Yan, and at this moment he looked down at him with a hint of nonchalant wildness in his eyes.

"I happen to be free today," Bo Jinghuai said. "Shall we play a couple of rounds?"

Jiang Yan's face stiffened.

The entire Beijing social circle knows that the Bo family patriarch strictly forbids Bo Jinghuai from racing.

"Young Master Bo is joking." Jiang Yan forced a smile. "As for Old Master Bo..."

"S University," Bo Jinghuai interrupted him, his voice calm.

"When I was in school, I built my own private racetrack. It's safe, and my grandfather won't interfere."

He looked at Jiang Yan and said, "Come on, if you don't come today, you're disrespecting the Bo family."

These words, though spoken lightly, sent a chill down Jiang Yan's spine.

He couldn't bear the thought of disrespecting the Bo family.

Jiang Yan gritted his teeth, glanced at Su Jingsheng who was still standing there, and then glanced at Bo Jinghuai.

Finally, he forced a smile and said, "Alright, Mr. Bo, I'll gladly oblige."

Bo Jinghuai didn't look at him again and turned back to the Bugatti.

The engine emitted a deep roar.

He rolled down the car window, glanced at Jiang Yan who was still standing there in a daze, and said, "Follow me."

The black Bugatti turned around and drove deeper into the campus.

Jiang Yan's face was grim, but he didn't dare to delay. He immediately got into his sports car, whose rear end had been dented, and followed them.

The two cars, one after the other, quickly disappeared from sight.

There was silence in front of the teaching building for a few seconds, then it erupted into chaos.

"My God! Young Master Bo invited Jiang Yan to go racing?"

"Didn't Old Master Bo strictly forbid him from touching cars?"

"A private racetrack! No wonder he's Young Master Bo; he even dared to build a racetrack when he was in school."

"Go and see, this is a rare and wonderful show!"

"Young Master Bo was a racing legend back in the day, but he stopped because the old man kept him in check."

The students discussed excitedly, and many ran towards the racetrack.

Su Jingsheng was still standing there, a little dazed.

She looked in the direction Bo Jinghuai had left.