Zeng Xin frowned slightly: “That attitude’s weird enough, and now you’re standing up for Ye Rich Girl? Got a thing for her?”

Liu Yu glanced at me, shrugging: “Nah, I just want some clout at school to join the Greedy Wolf Club easier.”

“Tch,” Zeng Xin muttered, turning away. “Sure, whatever.”

I glanced around as the teacher arrived: “Class time.”

“Stand up.”

“Good morning, teacher.”

We sat, and class began.

After, the teacher announced: “This year’s textbook fees exceeded the prepaid amount. Everyone needs to pay an extra 150 yuan by Friday.”

With that, she left.
I chased after her: “Teacher, can I use my meal card to pay?”

She knew my card had 100,000 yuan but not my situation, saying: “Zhixia, the campus card is for daily expenses. Textbook fees are separate.”

Her words stumped me.
150 yuan—where would I get that?
Some classmates were already pulling out phones to pay, trailing her.
What now?
Ask Lin Yinyin?

That’s still the wolf’s money.
I’d avoid his stuff if I could!
Those eighteen gifts in my room gathered dust—I hadn’t touched them.

Later, Gao Yang and others came by.
I chatted briefly, then class resumed.

I couldn’t focus, my mind elsewhere.

The only idea was selling my hair—long enough, glossy, and popular before.
Black, shiny, smooth after washing—who’d guess it came from a boy?
Someone might even brag about it.

But… I didn’t want to look ugly.

What to do?

I racked my brain for money-making ideas, somehow landing on Zhu Qing.

But I’d vanished from her big company, breaking trust.
Would they still want me?

Even if they did, how would I handle the unspoken rules?

I was stumped, so I decided to ask Zeng Xin.

During break, I tapped her shoulder: “Zeng Xin, can we talk privately?”

“Ye Rich Girl, I gave you a nickname, and you’re still so formal?” She took off her glasses.

“Uh… Xin Xin?”

She nodded, satisfied: “Let’s go.”

With students milling about, I glanced around: “Somewhere private?”

“Follow me.”

She led me to a quiet stairwell: “What’s so secretive?”

I told her about Disney Media’s ad offer.

Her jaw dropped: “Holy—? Your future’s bright! I don’t know much about that industry’s gossip, but Disney Media’s strict with talent. Ever seen Snow White, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast?”

I vaguely recalled bits—boring compared to action-packed movies with visceral fights I craved.

I shook my head, denying I’d watched them.

Zeng Xin continued: “Signing with them is tough. Looks alone filter out tons. Employees must shine like princesses, no scandals before joining, no shady deals. Their filming techniques are top-notch—every movie slot has at least one Disney-funded film, and they rake in box office.”

Her glowing description made me doubt.
Was Lin Yinyin lying?
I’d be caught if I ran, and without money, I wouldn’t get far.
Did she say that to keep me grounded?

Zeng Xin analyzed: “Jewelry ads, wedding dresses—that’s Disney’s style. Sounds dreamy. What’re you waiting for? Go!”

I mentioned the textbook fee issue.

She slapped her forehead: “Incredible! You ditch Disney once, then go back for a textbook fee? Are you a fugitive princess?”

I gave her a dry look.
It was odd, but I had to earn that 300,000 yuan, plus 650!

Then I could escape.
With an ID, I could work and study.

I pursed my lips: “My family won’t let me shoot.”

Zeng Xin fumed: “Don’t be so obedient! At least 300,000! You could buy twenty phones and have change. Find an excuse. After school, I’ll cover for you, and we’ll taxi there. Got your ID?”

Hope sparked: “Yes!”

“It’s settled.” She paused, then added: “Better bring a guy. Let’s get Liu Yu.”

I shook my head: “He’s hurt.”

“He’s your best bet. Knights get hurt—it’s not Sleeping Beauty. No dragons to slay. Buy some red flower oil to thank the guys who stood up for you.”

We hit the school store, buying red flower oil—everything was there, even toothbrushes.

Did people brush their teeth at school?

My rebellious streak ignited.
I’d hide from Lin Yinyin and the wolf to earn that 300,000.
Whatever her reasons for stopping me, I was going!

Money meant security.

Back in class, I handed out the oil, giving extras to Gao Yang’s group.
He was clueless, so I said it was for basketball injuries.
They accepted happily; Gao Yang swore he’d never use it.

Finally, school ended.
Time dragged—I worried Disney wouldn’t want me, feeling insecure.
Liu Yu agreed to come.

At the gate, Lin Yinyin waited.
Zeng Xin took the lead: “Maid Sister, can I take Zhixia to the library?”

Lin Yinyin, surprised, pulled out a new phone, smiling: “Of course, go ahead.”

“Thank you, Sis!” My eyes sparkled—it was identical to the last one!

She handed it over, asking me to log into WeChat, then sent a red packet: “Which library? I’ll pick you up later.”

“Uh?” My mind blanked.

“City center one,” Zeng Xin answered quickly.

I shot her a grateful look.
Needing cab fare, I accepted the red packet—200 yuan.
If things went well, I’d repay her; if not, I’d explain and use it for the fee.