Why Pick on an Honest Person? [Nobility]

After transmigrating, Lin Xia finds herself at an elite academy.

Here, family background determines one's place in the pecking order, with the privileged few shining at the very top of the pyramid.

The spoiled young heir to a wealthy family makes a grand entrance every time he appears. He always wears an innocent smile while saying things that would get people killed, and no one dares cross him.

The gentle, refined student council president seems the most approachable person at the top of the pyramid. In truth, he is deeply cunning, full of tricks, and loves having people dancing in the palm of his hand.

The sinister illegitimate son wears prayer beads on his wrist. Beneath his exquisite looks lurks a devil who will drag people into hell. He solves problems with violence and throws punches at the slightest provocation. His brutality is enough to make anyone keep their distance.

The melancholy, sentimental genius painter is as flawless as a work of art carved by God, yet he is the coldest of them all and holds ordinary people in the greatest contempt.

They are unruly, difficult, and wildly arrogant.

But none of this has anything to do with Lin Xia.

In her previous life, she was a poor, honest soul who lived for over twenty years.

In this life, she has transmigrated into the role of a wicked supporting character at the very bottom of the pyramid, saddled with debt.

Honesty is her nature, and poverty is her inheritance. All she wants is to pay off her debts as soon as possible and graduate without a hitch.

But at some point, four pairs of eyes began following her as if they were fixed to her bones. At last, the men who had been itching to make a move could no longer hold back.

At the luxurious swimming pool, the boy, smiling with an utterly harmless and obedient air, leaned close as if to breathe life into her or kiss her, as though he had completely forgotten that he was the one who had made her fall into the water.

In a desolate place amid wind and snow, the cold-faced man slipped the prayer beads from his wrist and put them on hers. After staring at them for a long while, he bit a mark into her slender wrist.

In the art studio, the sentimental genius painter kept his eyes only on her. He gazed at the skin exposed to view, wanting to paint on it and trap her with color.

In the quiet library, a hand pulled her into a corner. When she emerged again, her breathing was unmistakably hurried, and her red lips glistened with moisture.

She watched them tear into one another like mad dogs, then turn around and try, unable to restrain themselves, to leave their mark on her.

Lin Xia couldn't understand it. Why were they bullying an honest person like her?

[Oblivious Sweetheart VS Arrogant Men]

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