Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

"My uncle."

He Zimo was not very happy. He failed in his one thousand and first attempt to escape, and his uncle discovered him again. He was really going to be depressed.

Bai Fan heard it, stopped what he was doing, and came over to ask the little guy:

"Are you running away from home?"

Daiyu also looked at him in confusion, her eyes sparkling like obsidian. He Zimo lowered his head and pulled the watch, without saying a word.

Seeing that the little guy was silent, Bai Fan guessed about 80% of the answer.

She came over to help Daiyu with her luggage:

"Xiaoyu, how about you stay in the same room as before?"

Daiyu nodded and followed Bai Fan to see the original owner's room.

When you open the door, you can smell a faint scent of gardenia.

The room was clean and tidy. There was a fir table in front of the window, and a pot of gardenia on the table was emitting fragrance.

I opened the window and looked at the pear tree beside the courtyard wall. It was lush and green, with many pears hanging on the tree.

He Zimo sat under the tree, holding the swing rope in a daze, looking like a depressed poet, cute and adorable.

Daiyu grabbed a small slingshot from the desk, picked up a small stone from the gardenia pot, narrowed her eyes, aimed at a ripe huanghuali tree, and shouted:

"Little fool, please eat the pear!"

He Zimo glanced at her, swallowed unconsciously, then looked up at the unreachable pear tree and shook his head:

"It's so high, how can I pick it?"

Bai Fan greeted:

"We'll go down and pick them after we finish cleaning the house."

Daiyu pulled the slingshot to its full extent, and the pebble flew out directly. The next second, the pear fell steadily into the little guy's arms.

Bai Fan's eyelids twitched as he saw this.

This slingshot was made by Daiyu's grandfather to amuse her. She has never played with it before.

Daiyu proudly raised her slingshot towards Bai Fan and winked mischievously:

"With a bow in hand, the world is mine."

Bai Fan looked at her in a trance. This child hasn't smiled since she returned to the Lin family. This is the first time he saw her smile in all these years.

Daiyu didn't have much luggage, so she packed it in no time.

She had left in a hurry just now, and she was still wearing her hospital gown. Bai Fan took a look and said:

"Change your clothes and let's go to school to complete the transfer procedures."

Daiyu went to the closet. The original owner had always worn butterfly-like princess dresses or some punk-style pants with rivets.

Daiyu looked through them but still couldn't decide what to wear.

Finally, her fingers stopped on a Lolita skirt with giant puff sleeves, and her eyes glanced at another oversized dress with a long train.

She came out dragging two skirts and asked:

"Grandma, do you have scissors and needle and thread?"

Bai Fan didn't know what she wanted to do, so he just went to find a needle and thread and scissors for her.

Daiyu took the scissors.

"Click, click!" Cut it all the way to the end.

When Bai Fan heard the sound of scissors, she didn't have time to stop it, and the skirt was torn into two. Bai Fan was shocked because she loved it very much before.

"Click", before she could react, Daiyu had already cut the other skirt.

Then she picked up the hem of the first skirt, discarded the bustle, removed the lace, and picked up the second skirt's slanted-collar buttoned top, threading the needle quickly.

The little guy was holding a pear and looking at Daiyu.

In a short while, a complete skirt was put together.

Daiyu went to the cubicle to change into her skirt, and simply tied the back strap of the Lolita dress around her waist.

"All right."

When she came out of the cubicle, Bai Fan and He Zimo looked up at her, both of them were stunned:

Her fairy sleeves fluttered, her lotus dress moved, her sky-blue skirt fluttered gently as she moved, and the beige belt around her waist outlined her slender waist.

The originally complicated hem of the skirt has been changed to be simple and neat.

The exaggerated puff sleeves were replaced with a slanted-collared shirt, and the laces fluttered in the wind, adding a touch of fairy spirit and coolness.

Bai Fan finally understood why the old man named her Daiyu. There was no one in the world more suitable for this name.

Daiyu felt her face itchy again, so she took out the ointment and said:

"Grandma, wait for me, I'm going to wash my face and apply some ointment."

She walked towards the sink and saw the mirror, only to find that the original owner looked exactly like her, except that she had a black mark the size of an egg on her left cheek, as dark as ink.

He Zimo stood beside her and watched her wash her face.

After washing her face, she looked in the mirror again. The black ink marks on her face had become much lighter, but after the moisture was wiped off, the locations of the black marks began to itch.

She opened the medicine jar, scooped out some ointment, and spread it evenly on her cheeks. The little guy next to her stared at her face for a while, then stared at her medicine jar, looking thoughtful.

After getting everything ready, she took her ID and went out with Bai Fan.

Bai Fan had already informed her friends in advance, telling them to take their documents and report directly to the Academic Affairs Office to see the Dean of Studies.

The three of them walked towards No. 6 Middle School together.

When he arrived at No. 6 Middle School and entered the Academic Affairs Office, Bai Fan went to the Dean to explain his purpose:

"Director, hello, this is my granddaughter Lin Daiyu. Mr. Zheng recommended us to come to you."

Zheng Yan was coming to the Academic Affairs Office to pick up the test papers. She looked up at these people. When she heard Lin Daiyu, she glanced over here:

Grandpa called just now and asked her father to reserve a spot, and it turned out to be this Lin Daiyu.

There were no brand logos on her clothes and she came through the back door of her house. She felt uncomfortable at first.

Thinking of this, Zheng Yan walked up to the dean and reminded him:

"Director, I remember that to enroll in our school, you need to provide a transcript of your final exam in the second year of high school. Only if you pass the exam can you enroll!"

A student like this who transferred to another school in her senior year of high school and used her family's backdoor, must have terrible grades.

The dean looked at her in confusion. He remembered that the principal only asked him to help with the admission procedures but did not ask him to review the other party's transcript.

When Lin Daiyu heard this, she took the initiative to present the original owner's high school transcript.

Ever since she knew that her husband was going to take the imperial examination, she had paid special attention to the transcript when packing her luggage.

Although she herself didn't understand what these Arabic numerals meant, it was better than nothing.

Zheng Yan glanced at the report card:

【Nancheng No. 1 Middle School transcript】.

This Lin Daiyu is actually a student of Nancheng No. 1 Middle School?

Zheng Yan's father is a teacher, which can add 10 points to her score in the high school entrance examination, but it is still not enough for admission to No. Middle School. She always thought that she failed in the high school entrance examination, so she studied in No. Middle School.

She has been brooding over this matter for many years.

Fortunately, her grades in Nancheng No. 6 Middle School are now consistently in the top two, so she can finally let it go.

And this Lin Daiyu who got in through the backdoor is actually a student from a middle school in South City?

Why should she?

Thinking of this, Zheng Yan became even more angry.

The dean of studies next to her was holding Daiyu's transcript. No. 1 Middle School was the leading middle school in their city, and everyone said that "getting into No. 1 Middle School is like having one foot in the door of university."

He nodded with satisfaction:

"Classmate, you originally studied at Nancheng No. 1 Middle School?"

Then, he looked at the report card.