Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Chapter 791: Chapter 598: Chen An’an’s Campus Life

After the annual celebration, it was time for the Lantern Festival.

Er Piya, flush with pocket money, went to the construction site and made a big show of it.

She talks tough on the outside, but deep down she listens to reason.

With the millions of red envelope money she received during the New Year, she went to several major construction sites at Golden Mountain, handing out five packs of Red Double Happiness cigarettes and two bottles of Luzhou Laojiao to each worker.

The workers don’t care for overly flashy things; cigarettes and alcohol, the hard currencies, are what they truly appreciate.

It’s not that Er Piya has a penchant for good deeds; she just sees her elder sister doing it daily and decides to follow suit.

Spending a little money doesn’t mean much to her; only big expenditures make her hesitate a bit.

Chen An’an was already preparing for school, heading into the second semester of middle school. As for her younger brother Chen Lu, he was still in kindergarten.

This time, Chen An’an visited her younger sister’s three major companies not for any pressing matters, but simply to witness her doing something truly praiseworthy.

Er Piya enjoys great freedom in the three companies—nobody dares to scold her here.

When her elder sister arrived, Er Piya wanted to flaunt her “tycoon boss” demeanor to her.

“Sis, shouldn’t you be off playing the erhu today?”

“Nope, I have a day off. Later, we’re having dinner at Grandpa’s place.”

“Oh…” Er Piya suddenly remembered that their grandpa’s 86th birthday was coming up.

“Erya, how many more years do you plan on running this company?”

“Sis, why are you asking such a thing?”

“Just curious how much longer you plan to mess around.”

Hearing this, Er Piya pouted in displeasure, wanting to argue back, but ultimately decided against it.

When her sister has a point, she reasons with you.

When she doesn’t, Chen An’an prefers to reason with her fists.

Having a sister like this? Well, you just have to accept it.

“I’m not just messing around! There were so many workers praising me earlier!”

“Sure, when you give them free cigarettes and booze, of course they’d praise you.”

Chen An’an picked her up to head to Grandpa’s for dinner.

Grandpa was already 86; each birthday from now on would be one less to celebrate.

As juniors, they should naturally show their respect and love for the elders.

After spending a little while there, their other relatives had almost all arrived, including their parents. February was passing quickly, and school would resume in just a few days.

Time marches on, and soon enough, Chen An’an began the second semester of middle school.

Her class stayed pretty much the same as before—nothing major happened.

However, many girls from the second- and third-year classes who weren’t local had started dating.

Once they started dating, their grades plummeted.

All their time and energy went into that; how could they focus on studying?

Given that her foundation wasn’t particularly strong, Chen An’an consistently ranked in the top 15 of her class—not great, but not terrible.

If she wanted to get into Magic City’s best high school, this performance just wasn’t enough.

She made herself a red ribbon and wore it on her head.

Written on it were seven big words: Strive Hard, Fight On, Aim for Top Three.

If she didn’t work hard, her only path forward would be Harvard.

Perhaps influenced by her, both Xiao Wenwen and Hu Tao joined her in her efforts.

In the class, only these two classmates knew about her background, and only they had been to her home.

As instructed by their parents, no matter what happened to their grades, they should always maintain a good relationship with this “heiress.”

Both Xiao Wenwen and Hu Tao, however, didn’t think much of it. The three of them were the best friends in the class.

Chen An’an grew prettier with age. During the first semester, her fierce reputation kept anyone from pursuing her.

By the second semester, the infamous third-to-last-place kid—a chubby fellow—actually gave her a love letter.

“Chen An’an, I like you.”

The audacious fatty confessed in front of the whole class, only for Chen An’an to raise her massive fist and chase him halfway across the school.

She only stopped after reducing him to a black-eyed mess.

That settled it. Just because she had toned it down for a while didn’t mean she had disappeared into silence.

If you dared act so shamelessly, she wouldn’t hesitate to show you her might.

The class was once again awed by her strength, and nobody dared to mess with her moving forward.

Chen An’an began hitting the books with genuine effort, and before she studied, she’d give herself an inspiring pep talk.

“Fight hard, strive forward! If I don’t, I’ll end up at Harvard University.”

The whole class was dumbfounded. Was this really the motivation driving her?

That couldn’t be right, wasn’t Harvard reserved for top achievers?

Oh wait—they nearly forgot. With a donation, that could work too.

During the class election, she nearly became class president.

But the chunky trainee spoke up with some common sense: “If you elect her, are you all not afraid of getting beaten up?”

Good point. While she had plenty of good qualities, her tendency to resort to punches was a little problematic.

The idea of her as class president? Yeah, not particularly thrilling.

So they collectively changed course and made her a cultural committee member instead.

When the class held events, they were caught off guard once more.

During their moments of joy, she’d pull out sunglasses and start playing dirges on her erhu.

She nearly brought collective doom to the event.

As a cultural committee member, she made it her mission to ensure nobody felt too happy.

If you were too sad, she’d ironically play “Every Day is a Good Day” on her suona horn.

Ever since her election, the overall dynamic of the class had shifted.

Because they were boarding students, many spent evenings casually gathering in the playground to relax and socialize.

In an effort to inject joy into her studying process, she often found hilariously frustrating ways to entertain herself.

For example, when someone was working up the nerve to confess to a pretty girl on the field, she’d stroll over, hands behind her back, and start reciting:

“Ah~ Fifteen-year-old me says I love you.”

“Oh~ Sixteen-year-old me asks you to get an abortion.”

“Sigh~ Seventeen-year-old me has nothing.”

“Chen An’an!”

The boy, furious, practically exploded. Were it not for his inability to win in a fight, he would have challenged her to a duel on the spot.

To be fair, she wasn’t entirely wrong—at this age, dating really was an affront to one’s parents’ sacrifice and efforts in raising you.

Some girls were too naive to realize this.

Others envied the local boys.

Whatever the reasons, dating in middle school was simply irresponsibility toward oneself.

Chen An’an ignored his frustration, casually whistling like a street punk as she ambled away.

Back in the dormitory, she shouted:

“Chen An’an needs to work hard! If not, she’ll end up at Harvard!”

At that moment, everyone knew: the Witch An was back.

Gamers immediately hid their phones, those gossiping fell silent, and anyone flaunting their underwear quickly donned long pants.

If you crossed paths with the Witch An, you’d better tread lightly—she’d quickly teach you life lessons.

For instance, when Mo Qiqi once bragged about her 800-yuan underwear, Chen An’an commented without missing a beat: “What’s there to boast about? No matter how nice your underwear, it won’t give you a fuller rear.”

Mo Qiqi’s face turned beet red with rage.

Or when the second-ranked girl in class got hooked on gaming, Chen An’an asked her: “What are you playing for? Did you get first place yet?”

A single sentence left the girl in tears.

Yep… she didn’t pick her targets. If she felt like it, she’d let loose.

Your misery might just be her joy.

Having her as a roommate? Truly one of a kind.

Despite yelling about hard work, she’d go to bed earlier than the chickens and wake up later than the dogs.