At night, as expected, the 8th county passed me a note.

As the note passed from one boy to another, it eventually reached me.

Each boy in the chain stared intently at me, curious to see my reaction.

I remained composed, silently stood up, and casually tossed the note into the class garbage can as if it were trash.

You wanted to see my expression? Well, you're not going to get the satisfaction!

My actions left them stunned.

Once I sat back down, they started whispering to each other, loudly commenting: "Grade 3, she's really something else."

They loved to give each other nicknames, and the famous ones in our class were given by them; they are still known as 4th, 6th, and 8th county boys.

Meanwhile, I was referred to as Grade 3.

Despite my indifference to all of them, they found it amusing that the excellent grades and appearance of the 8th county boy resulted in no girl ever rejecting him, while I, 11th in the county, Grade 3, had ignored him twice, and that was very intriguing to them.

At break, the topic of their conversation was always about me, speculating whether I wasn't interested in the 8th county boy, or simply playing hard to get.

Sigh, stirring up trouble for no reason.

After spreading rumors about me, I gradually became a target for the girls in the class and quite a standout in the eyes of the boys.

The students at County No. 1 Middle School were closely monitored because a lot of attention was given to the excellent students.

Several female fans of the 8th county had tried to surround me, but as soon as they approached and before they could say anything, the teacher appeared.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Instead of studying properly, you are running in a gang. What do you think you are doing?"

"If you don't want to study, then just say so, and hurry back home. Don't be such a troublemaker. You want to spoil everything."

Harshly scolded by the teacher, they immediately dispersed.

This kind of thing happened more than once, and gradually, these girls understood that I was under the teacher's protection.

Frustrated and envious as they might be, they no longer dared to pick on me.

After all, most of them were from rural areas, and their parents worked hard to make a living. They didn't have the capital to be selective in love and engage in school bullying.

If their grades dropped due to this, their parents in the village would really take them back to work or marry them off.

The male protagonist couldn't handle it anymore.

Not sure if he was feeling rejected and was angry or was simply unwilling to accept that I couldn't be used by him.

He actually entered the female restroom and waited outside my stall.

This time, he didn't rely on his charming eyes.

He coldly said to me, "Xia Yiran, have I offended you? Do you really have to treat me this way?"

He was 6'2", tall and well-built, while I was barely 5'3", petite and slender.

He looked at me menacingly and exerted terrifying pressure.

In a quick-witted moment, I didn't answer him. Instead, I swung my bag at his head, directly hitting him in the eye.

He groaned and immediately covered his eye. Seizing this opportunity, I dashed out and yelled, "Help! A thug has entered the women's restroom."

Abruptly, a group of people responded - there was certainly no shortage of people at school.

They had just run to the women's restroom when the 8th county guy came out, blood streaming down his face, and slowly pushed open the door. With countless eyes watching, his crime was confirmed.

He couldn't provide a legitimate explanation for why he entered the women's restroom.

As a result, he got a serious demerit.

The school comforted me, and I requested a transfer.

The duty teacher also confirmed that I was likely surrounded by several female classmates, which did not lead to any unfortunate outcomes but did objectively exist.

Class 7 wasn't a fit for me.

The homeroom teacher was reluctant, but he had no choice.

The female protagonist's father owned a small factory and had quite a bit of money. Ever since the start of school, he had been giving various advantages to the teachers. While the teacher was short-staffed, if they asked for something, the only option was to agree. When the female protagonist proposed to protect the 8th county, he had to let go of me, the 11th in the county.

I pretended to be heartbroken, but in truth, I was overjoyed.

In the book, the supporting female character is not permitted to escape for three years, but I succeeded in avoiding the two main characters in just two months.

Thank you, Amitabha, for helping me.