When a Tomboy Transmigrates into a Crybaby

As the last one standing among the many heirs of the Xie Group, Xie Chan had beaten people up in back alleys and rolled around with knives in abandoned factories as if it were child's play.

A winner in life, Sister Xie shivered with wild excitement and sighed, "Being invincible is as lonely as snow."

Then fate made her transmigrate into a timid, tearful white-flower heroine from a school romance.

She had tear ducts that worked overtime, a delicate body, and a smile as lovely and harmless as a fawn's.

She had countless admirers and liked playing dirty tricks like "I bully you because I love you."

Xie Chan turned the tables and pinned him against the wall. "You can't even solve a math problem, and you expect me to call you big brother? How shameless are you?"

In no time, countless math-challenged students were frantically grinding through the math edition of Wu San.

After the first monthly exam, someone secretly prepared to confess with a math score of 149. Then he looked up and saw Sister Xie at the top of the school's honor roll, with perfect scores in math, physics, and chemistry, and quietly shed tears of regret for his own lack of learning.

The students of Mingjian High School didn't yet know that they would live under the deep shadow of the top student for three whole years, with no hope of catching up.

Years later, the principal happened to discover that one graduating class was exceptionally outstanding.

When alumni from that class were interviewed about the past, they all said:

#Beauty is a distraction. Better to work hard#

#The more beautiful a woman is, the less human she is#

#I'm not even worthy of having sour grapes#

Only a rumor spread: "Someone saw her getting close to the aloof academic star from First High next door. She even called him big brother?"

It was quickly debunked: "That's her brother. Her actual brother."

Warnings:

1. Important: Siscon brother incoming.

2. A feel-good power fantasy with no deeper meaning. Life is hard, so expect the occasional lapse in intelligence.

3. My writing skills are limited and I'm sensitive, so please be gentle.

4. There is a male lead (not the brother). No betting on who it will be.

5. Updates begin May 5, at six every evening. Three thousand words daily.

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