Super Rich: Rebirth of the Top-Tier Rich Second Generation

"This...this is the top scorer?"

"This aura is just too outrageous!"

"Weren't they supposed to be ordinary high school students? This kind of entourage doesn't look like that of an ordinary family at all!"

Several quick-thinking reporters immediately snapped out of their daze and almost instinctively rushed forward with microphones in hand.

"Jiang Yan! How are you feeling right now?"

"Jiang Yan, could you briefly introduce your study methods?"

"Jiang, it's rumored online that your family background is quite extraordinary. Would you mind revealing your parents' occupations?"

A local independent media reporter even shoved the microphone in front of Jiang Yan, trying to get first-hand close-up footage.

But before he could even get within three meters of Jiang Yan.

Two security guards in black suits silently moved half a step to the side, blocking his way.

The movements were not forceful, yet they were extremely imposing.

"Excuse me, please maintain a safe distance."

The head security guard spoke calmly and with a restrained tone, but there was no room for negotiation.

Another reporter tried to go around from the side, but was stopped by another bodyguard as soon as he took a step.

"The interviews will be conducted in a designated area set up by the school."

"Please do not interfere with Jiang Shao's normal enrollment in school."

The moment the name "Young Master Jiang" was uttered, the expressions of many reporters around changed.

They all make a living from journalism; their sense of smell is sharper than a dog's.

A top provincial scorer arrived at the school in a convoy of luxury cars with special license plates, accompanied by four professional bodyguards.

What this represents is definitely not as simple as "having some money at home".

The reporters who had initially tried to force their way in instantly became much more alert.

Those who manage to get into provincial or municipal TV stations are rarely truly fools.

If a student with an unclear family background and an obviously outrageous demeanor tries to grab the spotlight and offends someone, the program's leadership might have to call and apologize that very night.

Jiang Yan didn't react to any of this.

He merely glanced at the security guards blocking his way, his tone calm.

"Don't release the reporter yet, wait for the school's arrangements."

"You can come over, classmate."

"Yes, young master."

The lead bodyguard immediately nodded.

The next second, the previously airtight protective barrier opened up a small gap towards the school gate, allowing only acquaintances to pass through.

It was at this moment that a familiar howl suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"Holy crap! Brother Yan! It really is Brother Yan!"

Zhao Lei, who was usually closest to Jiang Yan, was the first to break through the security guards' blockade like a mad bull, his face flushed red.

He had just rushed forward when a bodyguard glanced at him, causing him to instinctively pause.

In that instant, Zhao Lei almost couldn't stop the car.

He only knew that Jiang Yan's family was well-off before.

After all, although Jiang Yan's clothes and belongings are not flashy, the quality is undeniable, and he never hesitates to treat them to meals occasionally.

Zhao Lei never expected that this so-called "good family background" would be so good that he would be picked up by a fleet of luxury cars and protected by bodyguards when he went out!

Is this guy rich?

This must be a wealthy young master traveling incognito!

Seeing Zhao Lei's terrified and dumbfounded expression, Jiang Yan's lips curled slightly, and he raised his hand to the bodyguard.

"One of our own."

The bodyguard immediately stepped aside.

Zhao Lei rushed in as if he had been granted a pass, his voice cracking with excitement.

"Brother Yan! Awesome! Absolutely fucking awesome!"

"You're the top scorer in the province! You've really brought honor to Class 9 of Senior Three!"

"Now I can walk around with my head held high!"

Wang Hao, who sat in front of Jiang Yan, was also shouting at the top of his lungs from behind:

"Brother Yan! I already told them! You're the best!"

"Those people who get in the top three in the school and then act all high and mighty are nothing compared to you!"

As Wang Hao ran closer, he couldn't help but steal a glance at the bodyguard standing behind Jiang Yan, and then at the Ralf not far away, before lowering his voice.

"No, Brother Yan... this entourage is a bit too much!"

Zhao Lei swallowed hard, and said in shock:

"I knew your family was wealthy before, but I didn't realize they were this wealthy!"

"You even have bodyguards? Brother, tell me honestly, are you some kind of powerful, long-lost prince from a wealthy family?"

Jiang Yan smiled and patted the two of them on the shoulder.

"Read fewer novels."

"Calm down, it's not a big deal."

Zhao Lei's lips twitched.

What's the big deal?

You, a top provincial scorer, arrived in a convoy of luxury cars, accompanied by bodyguards, and stepped out in front of dozens of media outlets.

What's the big deal?

If it were Zhao Lei in this situation, he wouldn't be able to stay calm; his legs would probably be shaking like a leaf.

But Jiang Yan stood there, and he was truly steady.

He was so composed that he didn't seem like a recent high school graduate, but rather like a top figure who was used to this kind of situation.

Just then, a few more faces with fawning smiles squeezed out from the crowd.

These are the students who usually consider themselves the "academic elites" in the class and who are somewhat sarcastic towards Jiang Yan, who doesn't usually participate in their academic discussions.

She had repeatedly criticized Jiang Yan behind his back, saying he was "pretentious" and "unsociable."

But now, these people are smiling more warmly than if they were seeing their own father, and they are trying to get closer to Jiang Yan.

"Jiang Shen! Oh, Jiang Shen, you've finally arrived! We've been waiting for you for ages!"

"Jiang Shen, I could tell you had extraordinary talent back in class, but I never knew you were hiding it so well!"

"You usually only get the best grades in the teens or so in your grade. So you were hiding your true abilities."

"Once we go to the capital for the new semester, we must keep in touch often. If we become rich and powerful, let's not forget each other!"

Just as the group was about to move forward, the bodyguards calmly stopped them half a step away.

Jiang Yan looked at these faces, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

In his previous life, he had seen many such sycophantic and disgusting faces in the research institute.

When faced with self-interest, the so-called friendship between classmates becomes ridiculously cheap.

However, he had no interest in tearing each other apart on the spot and enjoying that low-level thrill of being slapped in the face.

Elephants will never care about an ant's flattery or curses.

Jiang Yan merely glanced at them indifferently, offering no perfunctory words and leaving them standing there unattended.

Then he turned to Zhao Lei and Wang Hao and said:

"Let's go in."

Those snobbish classmates who were left standing there were so embarrassed that their faces turned pale and then red, their hands frozen in mid-air, unsure whether to put them down or raise them.

The strange looks from those around them made them wish they could disappear into the ground.

This is the gap.

Even scolding them feels like a waste of time.

……

Surrounded by Zhao Lei and Wang Hao, Jiang Yan walked steadily toward the honor square in front of the teaching building.

The four bodyguards did not get too close, but maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far, so as not to interfere with the school's arrangements and to ensure that no one could suddenly rush to Jiang Yan's side.

From afar, you can see a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, jogging towards you without any regard for his image.

The leather shoes made a "clack-clack" sound as they stepped on the plastic track.

It was Liu Guodong, the homeroom teacher of Class 9, Grade 12.

"Jiang Yan!"

Liu Guodong rushed to him, his chest heaving and his eyes red.

He reached out and grasped Jiang Yan's hands tightly, his voice trembling.

"Good lad...good lad!"

"The teacher has been teaching for over twenty years and has led more than a dozen graduating classes. He never dreamed that he would personally mentor a top science student in the entire province!"

Liu Guodong was genuinely excited.

For a middle school teacher, a provincial champion is not just about bonuses and honors, but the ultimate realization of a belief!

The way he looked at Jiang Yan was as if he were looking at a masterpiece of art.

Jiang Yan grabbed his hand in return, applying a little force.

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Liu."

Reborn into this world, Jiang Yan, though somewhat cold at heart and filled with an extreme desire for power and wealth, is still clear about his grudges and gratitude.

In his past life, when he was poor and destitute, Liu Guodong had secretly helped him a lot, and he acknowledged that kindness.

He would never put on airs towards a teacher who is serious, responsible, and kind to him just because he is now a super second-generation heir with billions in cash and the backing of a top political family.

That's the naive mentality of nouveau riche.

True leaders know when to show what kind of warmth.

Beside him, the portly principal was already grinning from ear to ear.

His small eyes narrowed to slits, and the flesh on his face was squeezed together as he frantically searched for the right angle to face the provincial TV station's camera, trying to get a good look in front of the media.

"Dear friends from the media! Dear friends from the media!"

The principal cleared his throat and announced loudly in an official tone.

"Jiang Yan is the most fruitful result of our No. 2 High School's long-term commitment to holistic education and individualized instruction!"

"Jiang Yan is very self-disciplined and hardworking in his studies, which is inseparable from our school's excellent academic atmosphere!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lei and Wang Hao rolled their eyes.

Who doesn't know that the college entrance examination pass rate of No. 2 Middle School has declined sharply in recent years?

Jiang Yan's incredible score is purely due to his own brilliance and has absolutely nothing to do with the school's holistic education.

The principal is frantically trying to pat himself on the back!

Jiang Yan could naturally understand the principal's hidden meaning in his words, but he did not speak up to expose him.

Without infringing on his core interests, it is the most basic rule of communication for an adult to give the school enough face.

"Alright, Principal, the media friends have been waiting impatiently, let's begin the interview."

Jiang Yan spoke calmly, taking the initiative and controlling the pace of the event.

The principal was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously shut his mouth.

He looked at Jiang Yan with some surprise, not expecting a student to be so composed in such a situation.