Her Entire Court Reborn with Her in the Modern World

Chapter 101: Chapter 100: Your Majesty, Your Subjects Have Come Looking for You

"It’s me," Xie Qingshi nodded slightly and smiled. "I apologize for the abrupt intrusion without notifying your school in advance. It was ill-considered of me."

The vice principal was overjoyed. "Master Xie Lin, you’re too polite! Our principal has always wanted to invite you to give a lecture at our school. Your presence brings great honor to First High!"

"A lecture?" Xie Qingshi recalled the spam email in his inbox. Instead of refusing outright, he said, "I can consider it."

The vice principal was shocked. "Really? Aren’t you giving priority to Sway International? After all, they have a lot of money!"

"I’m not short of money," Xie Qingshi replied.

The vice principal was speechless.

Although it was true, the sheer bluntness of the statement pierced his heart.

He felt a bit melancholic. He was just a secular man; he couldn’t treat money like dirt.

Xie Qingshi said casually, "I came to Jianghuai firstly for a concert, and secondly to find inspiration for a new composition. While passing by your school, I simply found the environment elegant, so I came uninvited."

"I see. Well, Mr. Xie, our First High has a long history of nearly a hundred years," the vice principal said eagerly. "The architecture here follows the ancient Jianghuai style, especially that bridge over the artificial lake—"

Having no interest in hearing about that, Xie Qingshi smiled faintly. "I would like to take a walk around the campus first."

"No problem, this way please!" After Xie Qingshi wrapped himself up again, Principal Fang led him toward the teaching building.

On the way, he asked tentatively, "I wonder if Mr. Xie knows Young Master Pei... Oh, I mean the Young Master of the Pei family in Jianghuai?"

Xie Qingshi’s gaze flickered for a moment. "I know him."

"So you two really do know each other. The last time Young Master Pei came to inspect First High, I accidentally mentioned that our principal wanted to invite you for a lecture, and asked if Young Master Pei had any connections." The vice principal sighed. "In the end, he lost his temper. It gave me quite a scare, and I never dared to mention you again."

"Oh?" Xie Qingshi’s eyebrows twitched slightly. "Perhaps he just doesn’t like my face." ree

The vice principal couldn’t understand what that meant. "Could you explain a bit more clearly, Mr. Xie?"

Xie Qingshi gave a faint smile. "He thinks my appearance is the seductive and bewitching type, which he dislikes. Therefore, he can’t stand the sight of me."

The vice principal was speechless.

Mr. Xie might dare to say such words, but he didn’t even dare to listen to them!

If this were ancient times, he would definitely be beheaded for knowing such a massive secret, wouldn’t he?

The vice principal pulled a bitter face.

The two had already reached the senior year teaching area. The Grade 12 Class 17 classroom was completely empty, save for one person sitting by the window, reading a book.

A gentle breeze brought a golden fallen leaf, which landed on his shoulder.

Xie Qingshi recognized him as the young man who had accompanied Shi Changying to Thirteen Street for a late-night snack that evening. As expected, he was also a high school senior.

Shaoyuan’s ears twitched, and he suddenly turned his head.

Their eyes met squarely.

Xie Qingshi’s expression tightened slightly.

He had a feeling that, with just this one glance, the other party had already recognized him. Such sharp intuition was truly somewhat terrifying.

"Young Master, why are you the only one here?" the vice principal asked, puzzled. "Where is everyone else?"

Shaoyuan reached out and brushed the fallen leaf off his shoulder. "They’re preparing for the arts festival. They went to the arts building."

His gaze lingered on Xie Qingshi for only a second before returning to his book.

Xie Qingshi saw the words on the book’s cover—’The Core Socialist Values System’. He fell silent. He thought, "Kids these days are really quite something."

"Oh right, there’s an arts festival in December. It’s a tradition at First High," the vice principal slapped his forehead and explained to Xie Qingshi. "High school seniors generally don’t participate since they have to prepare for the college entrance exams, but if they want to, the school won’t refuse them. I guess they took advantage of their break to prepare for the festival performances."

Xie Qingshi looked thoughtful. "Will there be musical acts at the arts festival?"

"Of course!" the vice principal said proudly. "Last year, the piano performance by Class 1 and the chorus by Class 4 both won awards, and they even represented the school at the city-level performances."

Xie Qingshi thought of the singing clip Shi Changying had posted on her Moments, and he couldn’t help but smile. "Let’s go take a look then."

The vice principal wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The arts building is this way. Please follow me."

In the dance studio of the arts building.

"I’ve been looking for ages, but it seems the school doesn’t have any swords." Lu Mi rummaged around everywhere. "Yingying, how about we use this stick for now?"

The vice class president looked at the long, straight stick. "This stick looks familiar. I think it’s..."

"Shh, keep it down. That’s right, it’s the one the vice principal hid here," Lu Mi lowered his voice and said. "Last time, I saw him walking around the campus with this long stick, showing it off to every teacher."

Song Qingmu was speechless. "No wonder the Young Master calls you a treasure box. You can dig up anything. But aren’t you afraid the vice principal will chase you down with intent to kill?"

"We’ll put it back when we’re done, and then I’ll find a sword over the weekend," Lu Mi vowed confidently. "The vice principal will absolutely never find out."

Shi Changying took the long stick from Lu Mi and casually performed a sword flourish. "It’s acceptable."

She liked to use a fast sword, which meant that none of the classmates clearly saw how the flourish was executed.

Shi Changying raised an eyebrow. "Should I do it in slow motion?"

She slowed her movements and demonstrated it again.

But the classmates were still dazzled, only able to see the afterimages the long stick left in the air.

This was called slow?

The vice class president couldn’t help but speak up. "Senior Sister, maybe you should still—"

BANG! The tightly shut door was suddenly kicked open. It was a group of Grade 12 Class 1 students, boys and girls.

They walked in, and upon clearly seeing the scene inside the room, their expressions turned somewhat ugly.

"I already hung up a ’Do Not Disturb’ sign. Why did you barge in?" the vice class president frowned. "Our Class 17 is rehearsing for a performance. Please get out."

"Rehearsing for a performance?" one of the boys said coldly. "Who let you rehearse here? Don’t you see that piano? This is Class 1’s spot, so hurry up and get out!"

The vice class president burned with anger. "The practice rooms in the arts building are all for public use. There’s no such thing as it being someone’s spot! You’re the ones who should get out. Don’t go too far!"

"Going too far? Who exactly is going too far here?" a girl retorted sarcastically. "This has always been where Shuyu practices the piano. Just ask anyone in First High, who doesn’t know that? You guys seized this place without a word, and now you have the nerve to shift the blame onto us?"

The others pointed fingers and muttered in agreement.

"She just had to bring up the baby-swapping incident during the flag-raising ceremony. Isn’t it because, even after being brought back, she still can’t become the true daughter?"

"The more incompetent someone is, the more they talk. The truly strong don’t fear public opinion at all."

"Exactly. I remember Class 17 never gets involved in the arts festival. Yet the moment she arrived, they suddenly participated. Isn’t it just to compete on the same stage as Shuyu—"

BAM!