Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon-Chapter 1113: Doesn’t Seem Like That Kind of Person

Perhaps the Xu family had given specific instructions, because the chauffeur treated Gu Zi and the children with extraordinary courtesy.

After dropping the little ones off at school, the chauffeur absolutely insisted on driving her to the university. Gu Zi, thinking it was on the way anyway, accepted the ride in the Xu family’s gleaming black sedan.

As she alighted from the car, she glanced at her watch. The traffic earlier had been atrocious — crowds clogging the roads for over ten minutes — and now, as she had feared, she was officially running late.

Her first class was Career Guidance, taught by none other than their class advisor, a stickler for punctuality. Making a bad first impression was simply not an option. Without sparing a second to look around, Gu Zi briskly headed toward the academic building, heels clicking purposefully against the pavement.

Meanwhile, Tang Xue and Li Juan had overslept. They bolted out of the dormitory, rushed to the canteen, grabbed whatever sad excuse for breakfast they could find, and prepared to eat on the run.

But as they exited the canteen, they caught sight of something so unexpected that they froze mid-bite — Gu Zi stepping out of an impossibly luxurious car.

They gaped. That car wasn’t just expensive — it was astronomical — and to top it off, a small national flag was mounted proudly at the front. That wasn’t something ordinary citizens could just slap onto their vehicles. No, this was serious status.

Tang Xue immediately slipped into full gossip mode. "Li Juan," she whispered urgently, "you don’t think Gu Zi’s husband is some big official from the capital, do you? I mean... who was she riding with? Oh my God, do you think she’s been noticed by some crazy powerful figure?" freēnovelkiss.com

Lately, Tang Xue had been paying more attention to the campus gossip. Word around the class was that at the university mixer the other night, Gu Zi had left in Chen Xi’s car. Tang Xue hadn’t thought much of it at the time — after all, Gu Zi was married, and Chen Xi wasn’t exactly the type to chase after a married woman.

But now, seeing Gu Zi step out of such a rarefied vehicle, a strange nervousness gnawed at Tang Xue. She couldn’t deny it — Gu Zi was stunningly beautiful, the kind of beauty that could make even the most disciplined man falter.

Li Juan also found it odd, though she wasn’t as quick to jump to conclusions. She could tell that Tang Xue was hinting at something scandalous — that Gu Zi was cheating — but that kind of rumor was dangerous to spread.

Sure, there had been incidents like that at their university before, but somehow, Li Juan felt Gu Zi wasn’t that type of person. Still, knowing Tang Xue’s growing resentment toward Gu Zi lately, she wisely kept her mouth shut.

Checking the time, Li Juan remembered how late they already were. The campus was nearly empty — never a good sign. She tugged at Tang Xue’s sleeve. "Hurry up, we’re going to be late! It’s the class advisor’s session today."

Tang Xue wanted to gossip more, but with no time left, she let herself be dragged along. They sprinted toward the teaching building, arriving in the classroom just in time to find all the prime seats already taken. Only the last three rows at the back remained — the seats of doom.

Grudgingly, they slunk to the back and sat down.

It wasn’t that they cared about being closer to the board for better learning — God forbid — or that their eyesight was failing. No, it was because the class advisor had a sadistic habit of calling on students, and he always picked his victims from the back rows first.

Everyone in class knew this. On days when he lectured, the front rows were jam-packed like a BTS concert, while the back rows remained eerily vacant. Getting called on was a nightmare — you either stumbled through your answer and got humiliated, or you answered correctly and still got punished because he was never satisfied.

At the very front of the class, Zhao Ling sat primly in her usual first-row seat, having arrived obscenely early, as always. One look at her and Tang Xue’s temper flared. She leaned over to Li Juan, grumbling under her breath, "Seriously? How selfish can she be? We’re roommates and she couldn’t even save us a couple of seats?"

Li Juan frowned. "Forget it. Why get mad? She’s always been like this — a lone wolf. She never thinks about us. She’s the model student, remember? She doesn’t want to be seen hanging out with two ’bad students’ like us."

The thought of being called on made Tang Xue even more anxious. She clutched her book, muttering resentfully, "She’s the one with the problem, not us. It’s not like she gets along with Gu Zi either, and Gu Zi’s grades are amazing. Seriously, what rotten luck to end up with a roommate like her."

Tang Xue truly believed Zhao Ling was impossible to live with. In the dormitory, Zhao Ling insisted on absolute silence whenever she studied. Even the tiniest whisper about anything non-academic would provoke a furious glare. Tang Xue felt like she was living under siege.

Li Juan, trying to avoid another vent session, kept her voice low. "Calm down. Getting mad won’t change her. Let’s just focus. Get your book out — the advisor’s coming."

Gu Zi, for her part, arrived only slightly before the advisor did. Miraculously, she spotted a single empty seat — fourth row from the back — and slipped into it without hesitation. It wasn’t that she was afraid of being called on. She simply preferred to keep a low profile.

Universities were like miniature societies — too much attention only bred envy and trouble, and Gu Zi had no interest in inviting unnecessary obstacles into her life.

Before the bell had even finished ringing, the class advisor strode in, the very picture of severity. The classroom immediately fell silent. With a loud scrape, he rolled the blackboard to the center of the podium and launched into his lecture.

Soon enough, the dreaded question-and-answer session began.

Just as everyone feared, his eyes zeroed straight in on the back rows. Tang Xue immediately ducked her head, pretending to be deeply fascinated by her notes. Today’s topic was an analysis of future employment trends — something Tang Xue found utterly incomprehensible. Why bother talking about the job market now? They were still students, for heaven’s sake!

In her opinion, Career Guidance shouldn’t even be a course.