RYEY -Chapter 305 When You Hit the Small One, the Big One Shows Up

The so-called wardrobe was really just a small space with a lock on the door, enough to store some personal essentials. Cheng Qiao put all her change-of-clothes inside and then hung a small padlock on it.

But when she turned around, she saw that the classmate continued making the bed, completely ignoring her words. Cheng Qiao let out a cold laugh.

She walked over, grabbed the neatly made mattress, and tossed it out the window. The action stunned all the other girls in the dorm.

It should be noted that the bed nearest the window—the lower bunk farthest from the door—was the best in the entire dorm, so it was normal for someone to want it.

If this girl had discussed it properly with Cheng Qiao and really had a fear of heights, a swap would have been possible. But to occupy the bed before Cheng Qiao arrived? That was intolerable.

“Ah! My mattress! You crazy woman!”

The girl leaned out the window, seeing her mattress lying near the gutter, and someone walking toward it. Worried it would be taken, she rushed down.

Cheng Qiao, unfazed, opened her package, laid the mattress on the bed, put on the sheets, and arranged a pillow and a thick quilt, completely ignoring the gasps from the surrounding classmates.

Next, she took a piece of dark red cotton fabric, ran a string around the bed, and clipped the cloth to create a curtain.

The other girls found it strange—why bring such a large piece of cloth to the dorm? Seeing it turned into a curtain, some felt a twinge of pity.

Well, it seemed this girl was wealthy—and very fierce, too. Otherwise, who would dare throw someone else’s mattress out the window?

Everyone watched as Cheng Qiao took identical items out of her big package: soap, towels, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, cream, some small mirrors, and thermos bottles.

She also handed out snacks to her dormmates to try, and everyone happily accepted. Ni Lulu suddenly stood up:

“Cheng Qiao, Liu Cuiping’s mother works in our school cafeteria. You’ve offended her…”

Cheng Qiao smiled. She never worried about going hungry; there was more food in her space than she could eat in several lifetimes, so this was not a concern.

After finishing everything, she felt a little hungry and took out her lunchbox, preparing to go to the cafeteria. But she hadn’t walked far when the door opened.

The girl pointed at Cheng Qiao and shouted to a middle-aged woman behind her: “Mom! It’s this woman! She threw my mattress out the window, and now it’s wet and dirty! How can I sleep?”

“Student, your behavior was wrong. May I have your name? I think it’s necessary to report this to the school administration.”

“I’m Cheng Qiao. You must be Liu Cuiping’s mother. I hope you teach your daughter properly: don’t touch other people’s things, and don’t sleep in other people’s beds.”

The words carried an unmistakable undertone.

The middle-aged woman froze when she heard the name Cheng Qiao. She also worked at the university cafeteria and was very well-informed.

Recently, there were rumors that Dean Ye’s disciple had been admitted to the Chinese Medicine University—named Cheng Qiao. The principal even intended to give her special training. If this was that Cheng Qiao, the situation had just escalated.

Graduates from the Chinese Medicine University were usually assigned to Chinese medicine hospitals or other hospitals, so offending Ye Jun would be the ultimate taboo.

“You brat! Which bed were you assigned?”

The mother exploded at her daughter.

“I… I’m number two.”

Liu Cuiping was a local of the capital. Getting into the Chinese Medicine University was a big deal for her parents, and with her mother working in the cafeteria, she was used to acting recklessly.

But why had the mother’s anger suddenly changed? It was because of the name Cheng Qiao. Her heart pounded—how could she have forgotten such an important detail?

“You grabbed the number one bed while assigned number two? Serves you right that your mattress was thrown! Cheng Qiao, I apologize for my daughter. I failed to educate her properly; I will make sure she learns.”

“Yes, yes, Cheng Qiao, I was wrong. I won’t do it again. Please forgive me.”

Cheng Qiao: “……”

What happened? Why were they apologizing so quickly?

Ni Lulu: “……”

Shameless. Once they realized Cheng Qiao’s identity, they immediately changed stance.

Cheng Qiao slightly curled her lips into a smile, grabbed her lunchbox, and headed to get food. Liu Cuiping’s mother hurried after her, taking a shortcut to the cafeteria.

When mealtime arrived, she positioned herself in the line next to Cheng Qiao. When Cheng Qiao got her lunchbox filled, it was packed to the brim.

Seeing that other students’ lunchboxes had nearly half as much food, Cheng Qiao understood immediately: they knew her identity and were trying to curry favor.

She smiled and nodded in thanks, then handed over a meal ticket, leaving no excuse for anyone else. They had given the proper ticket, so how could she complain about portions?

Liu Cuiping’s mother was about to speak but noticed a colleague watching her closely, so she held back. Public flattery was unnecessary—it could even be embarrassing.

After eating and resting briefly, Cheng Qiao went to select her elective courses. Besides general electives, she chose: Chinese medicine classics (Inner Canon, Treatise on Cold Damage, and Warm Disease), Acupuncture, Chinese surgical science, Chinese internal medicine, medical classical literature, and the history of Chinese medicine.

“Cheng Qiao, you’ll be studying here for five years. There’s no need to take so many courses; don’t bite off more than you can chew,” the class advisor frowned. He knew she was Ye Jun’s disciple, but this was excessive.

Cheng Qiao shook her head. She wanted to graduate quickly and start working as soon as possible.

“Let her take as many as she wants. Honestly, I think she’s taking too few,” the principal said, appearing with a smile. The girl still looked young, giving no hint that she had four children.

“Principal, this isn’t according to school rules,” the advisor protested.

“Rules are rigid, but people are living. For every talented child, as long as they have the ability, they should take as much as possible. Our country lacks talent,” the principal said warmly.

The advisor nodded in agreement, signed his name on the elective form, and submitted it to the principal.

Even for such an obviously irregular procedure, the principal’s signature was necessary, or it wouldn’t hold. Cheng Qiao, seeing her elective selection complete, happily bowed to the principal and the advisor.

The advisor: “……”

Still a sensible student. But if she fell behind in class, he would have something to say.