Ye Shaohua's father had not seen her for many years and felt indebted to her, so he wanted to make it up to her. Knowing that her senior year of high school was a critical period, he had specially arranged for her to be placed in Class 1 of grade 12.
Teacher Zhang, the wife of the principal of High School No. 1, was thus able to decline directly.
The Butler of the Ye Family frowned, then picked up his cell phone, preparing to contact Mr. Ye to discuss this matter.
"There's no need for trouble," Ye Shaohua, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up. She glanced at Teacher Zhang, then turned her attention to the principal, "Principal, please arrange another class for me. After all..." She leaned back against the wall behind her, "It wouldn't be good if the top students in Teacher Zhang's class don't do well and blame me for it."
"Young Lady, don't talk nonsense," the Butler immediately objected upon hearing Ye Shaohua speak this way, his frown deepening and his worry lines becoming more pronounced, "I apologize, Teacher Zhang, our young lady didn't mean it."
After saying this, he took a step back and lowered his voice, "Young Lady, do not speak carelessly. Class 1 is a talent reserve camp. High School No. 1 has invested most of its teaching resources here, you will receive a more systematic education in this class."
"There's no need. Principal, please rearrange my class," Ye Shaohua repeated calmly, her expression very tranquil and her aura exceptionally cool, she did not seem to be joking.
The Principal glanced at the Butler, wanting to ask for his opinion.
The Butler had initially wanted to do his duty and fight for Ye Shaohua's placement, but seeing her indifferent attitude, he furrowed his brows and nodded to the Principal.
The Principal promptly arranged for Ye Shaohua to be placed in Class 2.
Teacher Zhang watched as Ye Shaohua walked away from her and was still somewhat surprised. She had not expected the Young Lady of the Ye Family to be so easy to send off.
Especially with her expression so cool, Teacher Zhang was a bit puzzled for a moment. The young lady seemed to have an aura of sternness about her, an atmosphere that didn't seem to fit her status and age.
That thought was merely fleeting, and Teacher Zhang did not dwell on it.
She was in a critical period for a promotion at her job. There was a top student in her class who had been the city's number one in the joint exams three times in a row. Being able to teach a student who became the city's number one in the college entrance exam was extremely important to Teacher Zhang; she could not afford any mistakes.
At this time, she had no energy to spare for a poor student like Ye Shaohua. If it had been Ye Ke, the second Young Lady of the Ye Family, perhaps she would have been pleased, but unfortunately, it was Ye Shaohua.
On the other hand, after delivering Ye Shaohua to Class 2, the Butler did not pay her any more attention, but called Mr. Ye to explain the situation.
After hanging up the phone, he glanced at Class 2, his gaze sharpening slightly.
It seemed that this Young Lady was not as clever as he had imagined. Any normal person would choose to go to Class 1. With the backing of the Ye Family, there would be nothing to fear, but it was a pity that this Young Lady lacked foresight and was provoked into changing classes by a few words.
Such a person was not likely to accomplish anything significant.
**
Mrs. Ye attended a charity dinner that evening and returned very late.
However, she went straight to Ye Shaohua's room upon her return.
"Shaohua, I heard that you refused to join Class 1 today. Your father is somewhat angry. You've also heard about the excellent quality of education in Class 1, haven't you? If you have regrets, I can help you talk to them again?" Mrs. Ye spoke at an even pace.
Ye Shaohua closed her laptop with a "snap" and glanced slightly to the side, "No need to worry, I quite like the atmosphere in Class 2."
Although Ye Shaohua's tone wasn't pleasant, Mrs. Ye was not upset; instead, she nearly burst into laughter.
Indeed, it was as the Butler had said, such a brainless person will hardly make it far in life.
So, after saying a few indifferent words, she left.
She didn't care about the computer that Ye Shaohua was using either. In her eyes, at Ye Shaohua's age, it was likely just for playing online games.
What she didn't know was that after she left, Ye Shaohua turned on the computer, which displayed extremely complex commands.
Upon closing the door, Ye Shaohua pressed the enter key, and the screen, filled with programming code, instantly transformed into a communication station.
This was a secret exchange site for top international hackers and programmers, inaccessible to those without the technical skills or accounts. It was also a site that Ye Ke desperately wished to enter.
As a part-time Hacker Queen, Ye Shaohua naturally returned to her old line of work.
She had also taken on a programming job from the forum, a job that seemed somewhat difficult and had been hanging for a long time without anyone accepting it. Most importantly, the reward was very high, so Ye Shaohua registered an account under the name "Y" to accept the order.
Three days later, when she handed over the completed software to the employer, little did she know that a group of people in Imperial City had already blown up.
"Third Young Master, Third Young Master! Look, look at this software! My God, who could possibly have created this!"
The man known as the Third Young Master turned slightly, his uniquely profound and attractive features becoming apparent, yet at this moment, cracks appeared on his usually cold face, "Who made this? Investigate thoroughly."
A few hours later, the man stood by the window holding a piece of scant information, his eyes exceptionally deep, "Ning City? I remember Jingyan and his friends are in Ning City, right?"
Meanwhile, Ye Shaohua at the Ye Family hadn't received the payment from the client for several days, which she found rather odd.
However, she didn't think too much of it. There weren't many people who dared to owe a hacker money, particularly a powerful one. Ye Shaohua thought as long as the person wasn't out of their mind, they wouldn't want to offend her.
She took a cup downstairs to the kitchen to get some water, but she didn't expect to encounter several people in the living room just as she descended the stairs.
Ye Shaohua recognized Ye Ke, Ye Han, and Fu Jiachen, but she hadn't seen the somewhat elegant man sitting beside Fu Jiachen before.
However, the man didn't even glance at her, his attention focused solely on chatting with Ye Ke. Recalling the storyline provided by the system, Ye Shaohua suddenly remembered: this was the elite disciple whom Ye Ke admired in her past life.
Their programming skills had bonded the two, and the elite disciple, being obsessed with hackers, particularly admired Ye Ke.
He was also the one indirectly responsible for the downfall of Ye Shaohua in her previous life.
With this thought in mind, Ye Shaohua slightly lowered her gaze.
Fu Jiachen had also seen Ye Shaohua. His gaze lingered on her excessively striking face for a moment, but soon shifted away, remembering what Ye Ke had told him—this Young Lady of the Ye Family was not only despised by her class but had also taken the initiative to go to the second class.
"Who's that person?" The elegant man evidently felt Ye Shaohua's gaze, his eyebrows lightly furrowed, showing some impatience.
"She's Ake's sister, the daughter of Uncle Ye's former wife. She was just brought back a few days ago." Fu Jiachen shook his head slightly, "She's a girl who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. You don't need to bother with her, Fifth Young Master."
Hearing this, the Fifth Young Master didn't say anything more and turned back to continue the conversation with Ye Ke.
Ye Shaohua finished getting water from the kitchen and passed by Ye Ke's side, where she caught a glimpse of the programming on Ye Ke's computer screen and paused for a moment.
That was the software programming she had handed over a few days ago. Ye Ke was clearly trying to learn it, but from what she could see, he could only remember half of it and hadn't yet managed to successfully complete it.
"Sis, are you looking at the code?" Upon seeing Ye Shaohua, Ye Ke deliberately tilted his head and asked.
Ye Shaohua narrowed her eyes, "Yeah."
"Do you understand it all?"
Ye Shaohua took a sip of water, "Naturally."
Hearing Ye Ke actually talking to Ye Shaohua, both the Butler and Fu Jiachen frowned, especially after Ye Shaohua's last statement; their expressions darkened a bit.
It was as if they didn't exist—Ye Ke had spent a long time on such complex code, and now Ye Shaohua claimed to have memorized it just by glancing at it? Even fairy tales weren't spun this way.
However, Ye Ke ignored them and looked at Ye Shaohua with a smile, "This is the programming for a new type of software that Fifth Young Master gave me. Since you're so confident, sis, why don't you give it a try?"
Ye Ke's intention was clear: the software was the latest craze in the laboratory, but its code was so complex that even the lab's Teacher Cheng didn't quite understand it. She herself had memorized it for a whole day, barely reciting a small portion from pure memory.
She couldn't believe Ye Shaohua could remember it, as even a genius wouldn't be able to recall so much material in such a short time.
So when Ye Shaohua actually took the laptop from him, Ye Ke shook his head with a smile, believing that Ye Shaohua was even more brainless than what the Butler and Ye Ke had portrayed.
What Ye Ke didn't know, though, was that Ye Shaohua wasn't just one of those geniuses; she was a colossus in the Hacker Community.
As Ye Shaohua began to work, Ye Ke's smile suddenly solidified.