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

Jiang Yan sat in the interview area and slightly turned his gaze to look.

Several film crew trailers and equipment vehicles were parked along the tree-lined road, and dozens of staff members were busy adjusting camera positions and setting up reflectors, making for quite a scene.

Many students gathered outside the cordon, peering in with their phones, extremely excited.

Liu Guodong followed his gaze and lowered his voice to explain.

"Oh, they're a campus youth drama production team from out of town."

"The school granted them special permission to film here for a week for publicity purposes."

"The female lead is named Li Yitong. She's a fairly well-known newcomer. She's really pretty and her acting is quite good."

"She's got all those boys in our school completely smitten these past few days."

"Well, we just happened to be shooting outdoor scenes here today."

Upon hearing the name "Li Yitong," Jiang Yan's gaze paused slightly.

Memories of a past life are like being gently touched.

Li Yitong?

In his previous life, he rarely watched dramas; he spent all his time in the laboratory, so he didn't have the time.

But there was one phenomenal drama that swept across the country and became a hit online a few years later, "The Storm," which he watched every single episode of.

He wasn't interested in the clashes between gangsters and police in the show.

The only one who impressed him and left a deep impression was the actress Li Yitong, who played the daughter of a high-ranking official, "Meng Yu"!

Clean, bright, with a hint of defiance in his eyes.

That kind of temperament, in his past life, was a scene he would occasionally recall during the most agonizing days.

Unexpectedly, I was reborn on the very day I graduated from high school.

In this ordinary campus, he bumped into her when she was still a newcomer and had not yet become a big star.

His gaze swept across the crowd and he vaguely saw a slender figure touching up her makeup by the RV.

In his previous life, he didn't even have the right to look up to female celebrities of that caliber; they were figures from the clouds.

It was an existence that a research worker like him wouldn't even dare to dream of.

But now?

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Jiang Yan's lips.

He is now a prodigy with a huge cash flow, the backing of a top family, and the halo of being the top provincial scholar with the highest intelligence!

So what if they're big stars?

In his eyes, they were nothing more than slightly higher-class prey.

An unprecedented feeling, a desire to completely crush and possess the unattainable dreams of his past life, quietly ignited in Jiang Yan's chest like wildfire.

But he didn't show it; instead, he calmly withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly to the reporters in front of him.

"Everyone, that concludes the interview. I have other things to do later. Thank you all for your time."

After saying that, he stood up.

It was crisp, efficient, and without any hesitation.

No one dared to stop them.

……

After the interview, the principal and the dean of students originally planned to take Jiang Yan to the best hotel in the city for a celebration banquet.

Jiang Yan declined, saying he wanted to have a casual meal with his classmates.

Jiang Yan, along with Zhao Lei, Wang Hao, and several other classmates with whom he had a fairly good relationship, headed directly to the No. 2 Middle School's third canteen.

They ordered a few servings of the most basic twice-cooked pork and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and then found a corner to sit down.

This was their last cafeteria lunch during their high school years.

Zhao Lei picked up his plate and gulped down a mouthful of rice.

"Brother Yan, after today, we'll probably really go our separate ways."

"You're definitely going to Tsinghua University. With my grades, I'll at best get into an average university in the province."

Wang Hao also sighed, his excitement at the school gate fading, and he looked somewhat lost.

That's what youth is like; after the excitement, all that's left is a crossroads.

Jiang Yan put down his chopsticks and looked at the two brothers who had lent him their meal cards during his most difficult time in his previous life.

He didn't say anything like "let's keep in touch," nor did he try to be sentimental.

Those words sound nice, but when they actually come to fruition, few can withstand them.

Jiang Yan's voice was soft, yet it carried the absolute rationality of a mature man:

Jiang Yan's tone was very flat.

How far you can go depends on your own abilities.

"This world doesn't care about tears, nor does it appreciate sentimentality. Don't waste your time in college."

"I'm going to the capital; the journey will only be more difficult there."

He looked at the two of them and added a sentence seriously.

"If you ever encounter an insurmountable obstacle in the future, or if you have a chance to turn things around but lack resources, call me or come to Beijing to find me."

"As long as it's not illegal or against the law, I will help if I can."

"But remember one thing: don't put all your hopes on others."

"I can give you a hand, but you still have to walk your own path."

This isn't sentimental, but it's very true.

Zhao Lei and Wang Hao were stunned, then nodded heavily at the same time.

They suddenly realized that the person sitting opposite them was no longer their brother of three years, but an older brother who had already gone far ahead and whom they needed to look up to.

……

After the meal, Jiang Yan walked alone to the tree-lined path behind the teaching building, intending to leave through the side gate of the school and get into his car to go directly back to his old house.

My parents are quite busy and will be leaving after today, so I want to spend as much time with them as possible.

The afternoon light filtered through the sycamore leaves, scattering across the road, creating a very peaceful atmosphere.

The area is usually quiet because the film crew has put up a cordon, so it's even less crowded now.

Just as Jiang Yan reached a corner in a blind spot,

"Excuse me! Excuse me!"

A woman wearing a black baseball cap and her school uniform from No. 2 Middle School was carrying two iced Americanos and running hurriedly toward them with her head down.

The two were about to collide! If those two iced Americanos spilled, they would definitely ruin Jiang Yan's haute couture casual wear.

Just then, Jiang Yan slipped and slid to the right.

With a whoosh, the woman brushed past him, leaving a trail of fragrance.

Due to inertia, she stumbled forward several steps, the iced Americano in her hand shaking violently, and a few drops of brown coffee splashed out from the rim of the cup, but fortunately it didn't spill.

"Excuse me, excuse me! I wasn't looking where I was going and almost bumped into you!"

The woman quickly regained her balance and apologized repeatedly.

She raised her head, and beneath the low brim of her hat, a delicate face the size of a palm was revealed.

A hint of panic lingered in her clear eyes, and a small, noticeable beauty mark adorned the tip of her nose.

Even without makeup, her stunning bone structure and lively temperament in her natural state are enough to outshine countless heavily made-up internet celebrities under the sunlight.

It is none other than the female lead of the crew, the future goddess of "Raging Storm," Li Yitong.

Jiang Yan looked at the familiar yet somewhat immature face, his eyes remaining calm.

Unlike ordinary young boys who would show excitement, stuttering, or ecstasy when they get close to female celebrities, he did not.

He didn't even glance at those long legs, which could be described as works of art, and simply replied indifferently with one hand in his pocket:

"Yes, it's nothing."

This perfunctory, even condescending attitude, surprised Li Yitong, who was used to being fawned over by countless enthusiastic fans and staff.

She was used to being greeted enthusiastically and surrounded by fans, but this was the first time she had ever encountered someone who didn't even give her a second glance.

Something new.

That's kind of interesting.