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No matter how hard Hu Yan tried, she couldn’t figure out who that girl was. She shook her head. “Who is she?”

“She’s Lu Huan.”

“What?!”

Hu Yan’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Lu—Lu Huan? No way! She doesn’t look anything like she used to. Did she get plastic surgery or something?”

Ye Sangsang bit her lip, her gaze darkening as it followed Lu Huan.

It was morning rush hour on campus, with students hurrying to class.

A lot of heads turned as Lu Huan walked past, and whispers followed in her wake.

“Who is that?”

“No idea. I’ve never seen her before.”

“Is she from the acting department?”

“No way. If someone like that was in the acting department, with that face and figure, everyone at S University would know her.”

…

Lu Huan noticed the stares, but couldn’t hear exactly what people were saying.

The original Lu Huan had been pretty well-known on campus—but for all the wrong reasons.

She was a terrible student and had deliberately picked an easy major, financial management, just to skate through college.

As soon as she entered the classroom, she felt everyone’s eyes on her again—this time filled with shock, envy, and awe…

Lu Huan was a little confused.

Why was everyone staring at her?

Did she have something on her face?

She suspiciously touched her cheek, then casually picked a seat and sat down.

The first class of the day was Finance, and Lu Huan couldn’t make heads or tails of what the professor was saying.

His voice was practically a lullaby—dull and droning, enough to put anyone to sleep. After forcing herself to stay awake for thirty minutes, Lu Huan yawned and gave up, resting her head on the desk for a quick nap.

She had only just dozed off when her phone suddenly rang, loud and shrill.

Crap!

She forgot to switch it to silent mode.

Scrambling, she fumbled to hang up the call.

When she looked up, she realized the entire class was staring at her. Her cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, Professor.”

The professor had been mid-sentence, passionately lecturing, and now he looked like he was ready to explode. “Who are you? What class are you from? What’s your name?”

This was a large lecture—nearly 300 students packed into the room.

All eyes were on her now, full of confusion and curiosity. Whispers rippled through the room.

“Who is she?”

“No clue. Never seen her before.”

“Did someone transfer in?”

“Damn—since when did our department have a girl that gorgeous?”

“…”

Lu Huan: ???

They didn’t recognize her?

If that was the case, why were they all staring at her like that?

The professor slammed his hand on the desk, furious. “Quiet!”

“You! What’s your name? Student ID number?”

“Lu Huan. Finance Class Two. Student ID: 27.”

The moment she finished speaking, the room filled with the sound of sharp inhales.

Eyes widened. Jaws dropped.

Wait—she was Lu Huan?

The professor checked the roster and found her name. Sure enough, she had skipped the last three lectures. That only made him angrier.

“So you’re Lu Huan? Then tell me—why have you missed the past three classes? Come see me in my office after class!”

Right on cue, the bell rang.

Lu Huan packed up her things and followed the professor out with her head low, ready for a scolding.

The moment the door closed behind her, the classroom erupted.

“Damn, did I hear that right? That was Lu Huan?”

“No way—she’s actually that pretty?”

“Did she get plastic surgery or something?!”

“…”

In the faculty office…

The professor lectured for over an hour, his throat dry from talking. He took a sip of water, then pointed to the attendance roster, demanding, “The semester just started, and there have only been three classes so far. Why haven’t you shown up to any of them?”

The original Lu Huan had never really taken school seriously—barely attended any classes all through college, relying on her family’s wealth and influence to coast through graduation.

Lu Huan was silent for a moment, then said quietly, “Teacher, I was sick recently. If you don’t believe me, you can ask my parents.”

“What kind of illness?”

It was embarrassing to admit: “I accidentally fell into a swimming pool and almost drowned.”

The professor was speechless.

There’s an old saying: good looks often earn people sympathy.

Lu Huan lowered her head and put on a pitiful expression, like a well-behaved student admitting her mistake.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, with a faint glimmer of tears at the corners—looking both vulnerable and heart-tugging.

The teacher softened, unable to continue scolding her. “Alright, just make sure you pay attention next time.”

He waved her off, signaling she could leave.

As he turned away, Lu Huan let out a relieved breath, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth—gone was the weak, pitiful act.

But the moment she pushed the door open, a tall shadow suddenly appeared beside her. Before she could react, she collided with someone solid with a loud thud.

Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt.

Her first thought was that the man smelled really good.

Before she could process it, he quickly stepped back to put some distance between them.

Looking up, Lu Huan met the eyes of the man she’d just bumped into.

He had an exceptionally handsome face—sharp nose, deep black eyes.

Lu Huan had a thing for beautiful things, and that definitely included handsome men.

He was good-looking, but way too cold.

Dressed in a black suit that was clearly expensive and custom-tailored, he gave off an icy aura that made him seem unapproachable.

He was much taller than her, looking down with a trace of disgust flickering in his eyes.

Was she being looked down on?

Since she was the one who bumped into him first, it was her fault. Lu Huan quickly apologized, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

The man pressed his lips together, glancing sideways at her. Her red, rabbit-like eyes looked moist, as if holding back tears, staring up at him.

Someone nearby stepped forward with concern, bowing slightly as they approached the man. “Mr. Gu, are you alright?”

The man called Mr. Gu frowned, his expression darkening. The helper awkwardly turned to scold Lu Huan, “Which department are you from? Move along now!”

Caught off guard by the sharp reprimand, Lu Huan turned and walked away.

Behind her, the person trying to smooth things over said to Mr. Gu, “The students here are all a bit rough around the edges, Mr. Gu. Please don’t be upset!”

Lu Huan glanced back at the man’s broad back, wondering which wealthy and powerful person he was.

But whatever—none of her business!

After stepping out of the academic building, she finally pulled out her phone.

Seven or eight missed calls and over a dozen WeChat messages—all from the same person: Chu Han.

Chu Han wasn’t just the male lead’s younger sister, she was also the original Lu Huan’s close best friend, always trying to play matchmaker between her and Chu Jun.

She dialed back, and the call was picked up immediately. On the other end, Chu Han’s voice sounded scolding, “Where have you been? Why are you only answering now?”

“I was in class,” Lu Huan replied.

Chu Han, probably eating at the time, was so shocked she nearly choked and started coughing, “What? You were in class?”

Since the semester started, the original Lu Huan had barely set foot on campus except for the very first day.

After hearing everything, Chu Han was silent for a moment, then said, “Wait there—I’m coming to find you at school right now!”

Half an hour later, Chu Han pulled up to the school gate in a flashy sports car.

Chu Han called out, “Lu Huan, where are you?”

The sun outside was blazing hot, and Lu Huan, not a fan of the heat, had settled into a milk tea shop by the school gate.

She hadn’t been seated long before a few boys approached, trying to get her WeChat.

Lu Huan smiled politely but declined, “Sorry, I don’t add strangers.”

Disappointed, the boys gradually drifted away.

Chu Han stepped into the shop, scanning the room for Lu Huan.

After a quick look around, her eyes landed on a girl sitting quietly in the corner.

The face looked somewhat like her “Huan,” but the style and outfit were completely different.

Cautiously, Chu Han approached and asked, “Lu Huan?”

Since Lu Huan had been home resting after the memory loss, she hadn’t seen anyone—especially not the original Lu Huan’s best friend, Chu Han.

So when Chu Han stood right in front of her, Lu Huan was momentarily stunned before responding, “Chu Han?”

Chu Han’s eyes widened in shock at how pure and different Lu Huan looked. “W-what happened to your style? I don’t recognize you at all!”

“What did I look like before?” Lu Huan asked curiously.

“You looked like this!” Chu Han fumbled for their old photos and pulled one up. “See how you used to be.”

Lu Huan glanced at the photo and her mouth twitched in disbelief.

The original Lu Huan really dressed like that?

No wonder everyone at school acted like they didn’t know her. Honestly, if she were in their shoes, she wouldn’t recognize herself either.

Apparently, the original Lu Huan had purposely dressed mature and flashy to catch Chu Jun’s attention—but it ended up looking more like cheap and sleazy.

She really had to give the original Lu Huan credit.

Such a good foundation, yet she managed to ruin it completely.

Lu Huan muttered this quietly to herself, then smiled and said to Chu Han, “I just wanted to try a new style. Don’t you think I look good like this?”

Since she looked exactly like the original Lu Huan, Lu Huan knew her own face well—she knew how to do her makeup to look nice.

Back when she attended events, she liked doing her own makeup.

Considering today was just for school, there was no need to go all out. She only put on some sunscreen and a swipe of orange lipstick before heading out.

“I told you so many times before, but you wouldn’t listen—you had to dress like that,” Chu Han said excitedly as she sat down next to her. “Look at you now! You definitely outshine all those flashy girls who keep flirting with my brother! If he saw you like this, he’d definitely be hooked!”

Lu Huan chuckled. She wasn’t interested in Chu Jun one bit anymore.

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